Letters 1726
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | letter |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-letters-1726-003 |
| Words | 359 |
As far as I have ever observed, I never knew a college besides ours, whereof the members were so perfectly satisfied with one another and so inoffensive to the other part of the University. All I have yet seen of the Fellows are both well-natured and well-bred; men admirably disposed as well to preserve peace and good neighborhood among themselves, as to promote it wherever else they have any acquaintance.
By a cool fountain's flow'ry side
The fair Celinda lay;
Her looks increased the summer's pride,
Her eyes the blaze of day.
Quick through the air to this retreat
A bee industrious flew,
Prepared to rifle every sweet
Under the balmy dew.
Drawn by the fragrance of her breath,
Her rosy lips he found;
There in full transport sucked in death,
And dropt upon the ground.
Enjoy, blest bee, enjoy thy fate,
Nor at thy fall repine;
Each god would quit his blissful state,
To share a death like thine. [Priestley's Letters, p. 3.]
On God supreme our hope depends,
Whose omnipresent sight
Even to the pathless realms extends
Of uncreated night.
Plunged in the abyss of deep distress,
To Him we raise our cry;
His mercy bids our sorrows cease,
And fills our tongue with joy.
Though earth her ancient seat forsake,
By pangs convulsive torn;
Though her self-balanced fabric shake,
And ruined nature mourn;
Though hills be in the ocean lost,
With all their shaggy load,-
No fear shall e'er molest the just,
Or shake his trust in God.
What though the ungoverned, wild abyss
His fires tumultuous pours;
What though the watery legions rise
And lash the affrighted shores;
What though the trembling mountains nod,
Nor stand the rolling war,-
Sion, secure, enjoys the flood,
Loud echoing from afar.
The God Most High on Sion's hill
Has fixed His sure abode; I
Nor dare the impetuous waves assail
The city of our God.
Nations remote and realms unknown
In vain reject His sway;
For, lo! Jehovah's voice is shown,
And earth shall melt away.
Let war's devouring surges rise
And rage on every side,
The Lord of Hosts our refuge is
And Jacob's God our guide.