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Friend of the friendless and the faint !
Hoe te With horrid
Kitk storms Their fery arro
My throbbing Each lights upon
And finds abund I hate the thought
Oh! I would driv With thy own sharp
Far as the east is f Come, then, and chase Heal the deep wour
Nor let the powers of That I am foild, and
XL. PEACE AFI
XXXIX. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH.
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd,
See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, My heavenly pilgrimage oppose !
Psalm xl. 17.
When darkness long has
And smiling day once
The folly of my doubts
And blush that I should
* Ephes. vi.
See, from the ever-burning lake,
How like a smoky cloud they rise! With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies. Their fiery arrows reach the mark,*
My throbbing heart with anguish tear; Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there. I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord ;
Oh! I would drive it from my breast, With thy own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west. Come, then, and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received ! Nor let the powers of darkness boast,
That I am foild, and thou art grieved !
XL. PEACE AFTER A STORM.
When darkness long has veil’d my mind,
And smiling day once more appears ; Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears. Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of thee!
* Ephes. vi. 16.
Oh ! let me then at length be taught
What I am still so slow to learn ; That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
Sweet truth, and easy to repeat !
But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will ; Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still. Thou art as ready to forgive
As I am ready to repine ; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive;
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.
XLI. MOURNING AND LONGING.
The Saviour hides his face !
My spirit thirsts to prove
And never-fading love.
What glories shine in him,
Pants for the living stream!
What trifles tease me now!
They swarm like summer flies,
And swim before my eyes.
Without the Sabbath's Lord !
And wait upon the word !
How few delight my taste !
But mourn the vintage past.
Still hope to be supplied ;
Nor shall I be denied.
Though I am but a worm,
Unworthy of his care,
Dear Lord ! accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.
There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
frame; And wait but for the tempter's work,
To fan them to a flame.
Legality holds out a bribe
To purchase life from thee;
How thou shalt deal with me.
While unbelief withstands thy grace,
And puts the mercy by;
Says, “ Give me, or I die.”
In quest of what they love !
How heavily they move !
Transform me by thy power,
And let me rove no more.
XLIII. PRAYER FOR PATIENCE.
LORD, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for thee,
Help me with patience to endure.