341. L. M. E. Taylor. |Thou shalt love the Lord thy God.|
1 |Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
With all thy heart, and soul, and mind:|
So speaks to man that sacred word,
For counsel and reproof designed.
2 |With all thy heart;| no idol thing,
Though close around the heart it twine,
Its interposing shade must fling,
To darken that pure love of thine.
3 |With all thy mind;| each varied power,
Creative fancy, musings high,
And thoughts that glance behind, before,
These must religion sanctify.
4 |With soul and strength;| thy days of ease,
While vigor nerves each youthful limb,
And hope and joy, and health and peace,
All must be freely brought to him.