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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.

XXXII. THE SHINING LIGHT.

My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

Ah, whither shall I fly!

I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom: But sure a friendly whisper says, "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,*

I'll

It marks the Pilgrim's way;
it while I run,

gaze upon

And watch the rising day.

*Psalm cxxx. 6.

XXXIII. SEEKING THE BELOVED.

To those who know the Lord, I speak,

Is

my beloved near?

The bridegroom of my soul I seek,

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:
Did he but shine alike on all,
Then all alike would love.

Then love in every heart would reign,
And war would cease to roar;
And cruel and blood-thirsty men
Would thirst for blood no more.

Such Jesus is, and such his grace,
Oh, may he shine on you!
And tell him, when you see his face,
I long to see him too.*

* Cant. v. 8.

XXXIV. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS.

Gop moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform ;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,*
And scan his work in vain :
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
* John xiii. 7.

XXXV. WELCOME CROSS.

"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;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil :

Trials make the promise sweet,

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,

way:

No chastisement by the 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.

XXXVI.

AFFLICTIONS SANCTIFIED BY THE WORD.

O How I love thy holy word,

Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!

It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day.

What are the mines of shining wealth,

The strength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compared with those
Thine everlasting word bestows!

Long unafflicted, undismay'd,
In pleasure's path secure I stray'd;
Thou madest me feel thy chastening rod,*
And straight I turn'd unto my God.

What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I bless'd thine hand that caused the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But saved me from eternal woe.

Oh! hadst thou left me unchastised,
Thy precept I had still despised;
And still the snare in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betray'd.

I love thee, therefore, O my God,
And breathe towards thy dear abode;
Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy chosen saints for ever rest.

* Psalm cxix. 71.

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