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In the midst of those who hate us,
But thy presence
Precious is thy word of promise,
Precious to thy people here;
“ Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief."
Mark ix. 24. Begone, unbelief, my Jesus is near, And for my relief will surely appear ; By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.
Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, and he will provide ; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all
fail The word he has spoken shall surely prevail.
His love in time past forbids me to think
name, And thus far have brought me to put me to
Why should I complain of want or distress,
How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, Which Jesus drank up, that sinners might
live; His way was much darker and rougher than
mine: Did Christ, my Lord, suffer, and shall I
Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food; Though painful at present, 'twill cease before
long; And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror's
Psalm. xci, INCARNATE God! the soul that knows
Thy name's mysterious pow'r, Shall dwell in undisturbod repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love,
To feeble, helpless worms, A buckler and a refuge prove
From enemies and storms.
Angels, unseen, attend the saints,
And bear them in their arms, To cheer the spirit when it faints,
And guard their life from harms.
The angels' Lord himself is nigh
To them that love his name; Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame.
Crosses and changes are their lot,
Long as they sojourn here; But since their Saviour changes not,
What have the saints to fear.
In nature's barren soil:
Is vanity and toil.
But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known,
Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pard'ning love,
Give joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Unspeakable! divine !
These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind;
No more, believers, mourn your
But if you are the Lord's, Resign to those who know him not Such joys as earth affords.
CCXXV. “ A man shall be as the shadow of a great rock
in a weary land.”—Isaiah xxxii. 2