That were a grief I could not bear, Fair is the lot that's cast for me! 86 THOU HOU Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; But O! when gloomy doubts prevail, The springs of comfort seem to fail, Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? And still my soul would cleave to Thee, 87 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? And can the ear of sovereign grace No! still the ear of sovereign grace may To breathe my sorrows there. Thy mercy-seat is open still; HOU glorious Sovereign of the skies, And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? While feeble mortals raise their cries, Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear? How shall thy servants give thee rest, Look down, O God, with pitying eye, Where still wide realms in darkness lie; Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, 88 A UTHOR of good! to thee I turn: Alone can all my wants discern, O let thy fear within me dwell, Alas! by error's force subdued, 89 W Thy children ask thy peace; E ask for peace, O Lord! Not what the world calls rest, It is not for such peace that we would pray. We ask for peace, O Lord! H That human hearts should know, Or others' woe;— Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so. We ask thy peace, O Lord! Through a long struggling life: While no success or gain Shall cheer the desperate fight, Yet pressing through the darkness to the light. It is thine own, O Lord, Who toil while others sleep; Divine and blest, Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best. 90 YAY not the law divine Is hidden from thee, or afar removed; That law within would shine, If there its glorious light were sought and loved. Soar not on high, Nor ask who thence shall bring it down to earth: That vaulted sky Hath no such star, didst thou but know its worth. Nor launch thy bark In search thereof upon a shoreless sea, Which has no ark, No dove to bring this olive-branch to thee. Then do not roam In search of that which wandering cannot win: At home! at home! That word is placed, thy very heart within. O! seek it there, Turn to its teachings with devoted will: And in the power of faith this law fulfil. 91 FOR a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; A heart that's sprinkled with the blood A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, A humble, lowly, contrite heart, A heart in every thought renew'd, Perfect and right, and pure and good; |