HYMN XI. BEAUTY.
For a Damsel.
I
Christ, keep me from the self-survey
Of beauties all thine own;
If there is beauty, let me pray
And praise the Lord alone.
II
Pray—that I may the fiend withstand,
Where'er his serpents be;
Praise—that the Lord's almighty hand
Is manifest in me.
III
Is is not so—my features are
Much meaner than the rest;
A glow-worm cannot be a star,
And I am plain at best.
IV
Then come, my love, thy grace impart,
Great Saviour of mankind;
O come, and purify my heart,
And beautify my mind.
V
Then will I thy carnations nurse,
And cherish every rose;
And empty to the poor my purse,
Till grace to glory grows.
