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The Book of Praise,
Welcome, then, each darker token!
Mercy sent it from above ! So the heart, subdued, not broken,
Bends in fear, and melts with love.
James Edmeston. 1820,
CCCXCVII.
Why should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the Tempter's power ? Jesus vouchsafes to be my Tower.
Though hot the fight, why quit the field • Why must I either fly or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty Shield ?
When creature-comforts fade and die, Worldlings may weep, but why should I ? Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.
Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living Bread.
I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supplied; But Jesus knows, and will provide.
Though Sin would fill me with distress, The throne of Grace I dare address, For Jesus is my Righteousness.
Though faint my prayers, and cold my love My stedfast hope shall not remove While Jesus intercedes above. |
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