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What are the mines of shining wealth,
Long unafflicted, undismayed,
Oh! hadst thou left me unchastised,
I love thee, therefore, O my God,
The billows swell, the winds are high,
O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
Amidst the roaring of the sea
Dangers of every shape and name
Though tempest-tost and half a wreck,
XXXIX. Looking UPWARDS IN A STORM
Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with thee whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor !
Did ever mourner plead with thee,
That were a grief I could not bear,
Fair is the lot that's cast for me;
Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
XL. THE VALLEY OF THE Shadow of Death My soul is sad, and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heavenly pilgrimage oppose !
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 foiled, and thou art grieved !
XLI. PEACE AFTER A STORM When darkness long has veiled 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. 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.
XLII. MOURNING AND LONGING
The Saviour hides his face ! My spirit thirsts to prove Renewed supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love.
The favoured souls who know What glories shine in him Pant for his presence as the roe
Pants for the living stream.
What trifles tease me now !
They swarm like summer flies; They cleave to everything I do,
And swim before my eyes.
How dull the Sabbath day
Without the Sabbath's Lord ! How toilsome then to sing and pray,
And wait upon the word !
Of all the truths I hear
How few delight my taste!
But mourn the vintage past.
Yet let me (as I ought)
Still hope to be supplied; No pleasure else is worth a thought,
Nor shall I be denied.
Though I am but a worm,
And grant me all my prayer.
Dear Lord ! accept a sinful heart
Which of itself complains,
The evil it contains.
There fiery seeds of anger lurk
Which often hurt my frame;
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; Presumption, with a brow of brass,
Says, “ Give me, or I die!”
How eager are my thoughts to roam
In quest of what they love!
How heavily they move !
Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood,
Transform me by thy power, And make me thy beloved abode,
And let me roam no more.
XLIV. PRAYER FOR PATIENCE
LORD, who hast suffered all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for thee
Help me with patience to endure.
The storm of loud repining hush;
I would in humble silence mourn ; Why should the unburnt, though burning bush,
Be angry as the crackling thorn ?