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Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
Will surely prevail. 3 His love in time past
Forbids me to think
In trouble to sink;
I have in review,
To help me quite through. 4 Determined to save,
He watched o'er my path,
I sported with death;
To trust in his name,
To put me to shame? 5 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
He told me no less:
I know from his word,
Must follow their Lord.
6 How bitter that cup,
No heart can conceive,
That sinners might live!
And darker than mine;
And shall I repine ?
Shall work for my good,
The med'cine is food;
It will cease before long,
The conqueror's song! 252. LOOKING UPWARDS IN TROUBLE.
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
Leave not my trembling heart to fail! 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where shall I lodge my deep complaint ?
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse the mourner's plea ?
That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 253.
PRAYER ANSWERED BY CROSSES. L.M.
In faith, and love, and every grace;
And seek more earnestly his face.
And he, I trust, has answered prayer; But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.
At once he'd answer my request,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 4 Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
5 Lord, why is this? I trembling cried ;
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
I answer prayer for grace and faith. 6 These inward trials I employ,
From self and pride to set thee free;
That thou may'st seek thine all in me.
L. M. Babylon-St. Ambrose Munich. 1 Lord, who hast suffered all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
Help me with patience to endure. 2 The storm of loud repining hush,
I would in humble silence mourn;
bush, Be angry as the crackling thorn? 3 Ah! were I buffeted all day, Mocked, crowned with thorns, and spit
My great distress is mine alone. 4 Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine;
2 But God has breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above
The wings of joy and love.
I And there delighted stand, To view beneath a shining sky
The spacious promised land. 4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promised it to me; The length and breadth of all the plain,
As far as faith can see.
To thee for help I call;
Oh save me, lest I fall!
My strength is not my own; Then let me tremble at his word,
And none shall cast me down. 260. The Paths of PEACE (Pr. iii. 13-17). C. M.
Howard-Newington-Bishopthorpe. 1 O happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice; And who celestial Wisdom makes
His early, only choice.