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Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives
We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives for evermore.
My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
In trespasses and sins.
I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.
I dread impending doom :
“ Flee from the wrath to come.” I see, or think I see,
A glimmering from afar; A beam of day, that shines for me,
To save me from despair. Forerunner of the sun,*
It marks the Pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.
* Psalm cxxx. 6.
SEEKING THE BELOVED.
To those who know the Lord, I speak,
Oh! when will he appear? Though once a man of grief and shame,
Yet now he fills a throne, And bears the greatest, sweetest name,
That earth or heaven have known. Grace flies before, and love attends
His steps where'er he goes; Though none can see him but his friends,
And they were once his foes. He speaks-obedient to his call
Our warm affections move :
Then all alike would love.
And war would cease to roar;
Would thirst for blood no more.
Oh, may he shine on you !
* Cant, v. 8.
LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform ;
the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sovereign will.
The clouds ye so much dread
In blessings on your head.
But trust him for his grace:
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower.
And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
* John xiii. 7.
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss : Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon
them all, This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the soil : Trials make the promisesweet,
Trials give new life to prayer ; Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way: Might I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a cast-away. Bastards may escape
the rod,* Sunk in earthly vain delight; But the true-born child of God Must not, would not, if he might.
* Hebrews xii. 8.
AFFLICTIONS SANCTIFIED BY THE WORD.
O how I love thy holy word,
* Psalm cxix. 71.