God of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevai… Leave not my trembling heart to fa… Friend of the friendless and the f…

Fierce passions discompose the min… As tempests vex the sea, But calm, content and peace we fin… When, Lord, we turn to Thee. In vain by reason and by rule

Oh loved! but not enough—though de… Than self and its most loved enjoy… None duly loves thee, but who, nob… From sensual objects, finds his al… Glory of God! thou stranger here…

Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o’er my mind. “Where,” said I, in deep distress…

Strophe I My two-fold Book! single in show But double in Contents, Neat, but not curiously adorn’d Which in his early youth,

’Twas a long journey lay before us… When I and honest Heliodorus, Who far in point of rhetoric Surpasses every living Greek, Each leaving our respective home

Thy country, Wilberforce, with ju… Hears thee, by cruel men and impio… Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose th’… From exile, public sale, and slav’… Friend of the poor, the wrong’d, t…

Ancient dame, how wide and vast To a race like ours appears, Rounded to an orb at last, All thy multitude of years! We, the herd of human kind,

Pay me my price, potters! and I w… Attend, O Pallas! and with lifted… Protect their oven; let the cups a… The sacred vessels black well, and… With good success, yield them both…

My halting Muse, that dragg’st by… Thy slow, slow step, in melancholy… And lik’st that pace expressive of… Not less than Diopeia’s sprightli… When in the dance she beats with m…

Could Homer come himself, distres… And tune his harp at Rhedicina’s… The rich old vixen would exclaim,… ‘Begone! no tramper gets a farthin…

Beware, my friend! of crystal broo… Or fountain, lest that hideous hoo… Thy nose, thou chance to see; Narcissus’ fate would then be thin… And self-detested thou wouldst pin…

Breathe from the gentle south, O… And cheer me from the north; Blow on the treasures of thy word, And call the spices forth! I wish, Thou knowest, to be resig…

My soul is sad, and much dismay’d; See, Lord, what legions of my foe… With fierce Apollyon at their hea… My heavenly pilgrimage oppose. See, from the ever-burning lake,

Peace has unveiled her smiling fac… And wooes thy soul to her embrace, Enjoyed with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else sought in… She dwells with all who truth pref…