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My God, I here protest to Thee No other will I have than thine; Whatever thou hast given me I here again to Thee resign. All mine is thine, say but the word; Whate'er Thou willest--be it done; I know thy love, all-gracious Lord-- I know it seeks my good alone. Apart from Thee all things are naught; Then grant, O my supremest bliss! Grant me to love Thee as I ought; Thou givest all in giving this. --Ignatius Loyola, tr. by Edward Caswall. THE ACQUIESCENCE OF PURE LOVE To me 'tis equal whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease My soul perceives no real ill in pain, In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free; And to prefer a cottage to a throne, And grief to comfort, if it pleases Thee. That we should bear the cross is Thy command, Die to the world and live to self no more; Suffer unmoved beneath the rudest hand When shipwrecked pleased as when upon the shore. --Madame Guyon, tr. by William Cowper. I preached as never sure to preach again, And as a dying man to dying men. --Richard Baxter. PRESSING TOWARD THE MARK Thee will I love, my strength and tower, Thee will I love, my joy and crown, Thee will I love with all my power, In all my works, and Thee alone. Thee will I love, till that pure fire Fills my whole soul with strong desire. Give to mine eyes refreshing tears; Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires; Give to my soul, with filial fears The love that all heaven's host inspires; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Thee will I love beneath thy frown Or smile, thy scepter or thy rod; What though my head and flesh decay? Thee shall I love in endless day. --Johann A. Scheffler, tr. by John Wesley. DWELL DEEP Dwell deep! The little things that chafe and fret, O waste not golden hours to give them heed! The slight, the thoughtless wrong, do thou forget, Be self-forgot in serving others' need. Thou faith in God through love for man shalt keep. Dwell deep, my soul, dwell deep. Dwell deep! Forego
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