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Patience. 437
No wonder, when His Love Pervades your kindling breast, You wish for ever to retain The heart-transporting Guest
Yet learn, in every state, To make His will your own ; And, when the joys of sense depart^ To walk by faith alone.
By anxious fear depress'd, When from the deep ye mourn, " Lord, why so hasty to depart, " So tedious in return ?"
Still on His plighted Love At all events rely ; The very hidings of His face Shall train thee up to joy.
Wait, till the shadows flee ; Wait thy appointed hour ; Wait, till the Bridegroom of thy soul Reveal His Love with power.
The time of Love will come, When thou shalt clearly see, Not only that He shed His Blood, But that it flowed for thee!
Tarry His leisure, then, Although He seem to stay; A moment's intercourse with Him Thy grief will overpay. |
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