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II. THE ANSWER. 1 / will arise, and go to my Father r—(Luke xv
cccxxxv.
And have I measured half my days,
And half my journey run, Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace,
Nor yet my work begun ?
The morning of my life is past,
The noon is almost o'er ; The night of death approaches fast,
When I can work no more.
Darkness He makes His secret place, Thick clouds surround His Throne ;
Nor can I yet behold His face, Or find the God Unknown.
A God that hides Himself He is,
Far off from mortal sight; An inaccessible Abyss
Of uncreated Light.
Far off He is, yet always near ;
He fills both earth and Heaven, But doth not to my soul appear,
My soul from Eden driven.
O'er earth a banish'd man I rove,
But cannot feel Him nigh : Where is the pardoning God of Love,
Who stoop'd for me to die ? A A2 |
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