Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . solitude, Through rolling waters deep,Through mighty fires, in tempest rude, Up sharp and craggy steep ;Not these a path secure may be,To lead, my Saviour, up to Thee ! Not sorrows rod, nor sufferings dire, Not faith without a doubt,Not angels tongue, nor prophets fire, Not martyrs blood poured out;Not these alone, sure path may beTo lead, my Saviour, up to Thee ! PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 41 Ah, who can tell the hidden way, His feet so soon must tread;How he shall follow and obey, Or where he shall be led ?Unknown, untried, the
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . solitude, Through rolling waters deep,Through mighty fires, in tempest rude, Up sharp and craggy steep ;Not these a path secure may be,To lead, my Saviour, up to Thee ! Not sorrows rod, nor sufferings dire, Not faith without a doubt,Not angels tongue, nor prophets fire, Not martyrs blood poured out;Not these alone, sure path may beTo lead, my Saviour, up to Thee ! PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 41 Ah, who can tell the hidden way, His feet so soon must tread;How he shall follow and obey, Or where he shall be led ?Unknown, untried, the paths must be,That lead, my Saviour, up to Thee ! Through flowery meads, through verdant glades, By waters still and clear ;Or through dark vales and dismal shades, Mid landscapes bleak and drear :Such may the hidden pathway be,That leads, my Saviour, up to Thee ! What matter,—whether through delight, Or led through vale of tears,Or seen at once, or hid from sight, The glorious way appears ;If step by step the path we see,That leads, my Saviour, up to Thee!. e3 42 PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. THE PULLEY. George God at first made man,Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us, said He, pour on him all we can ;Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,Contract into a span. So strength first made away ;Then Beauty flowd, then Wisdom, Honour, Pleasure,When almost all was out, God made a stay ;Perceiving that alone of all His treasureRest in the bottom lay. For if I should, said He, Bestow this jewel also on my creature,He would adore My gifts instead of Me ; And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest;But keep them, in repining him be rich, and weary ; that, at least,If goodness lead him not, yet wearinessMay toss him to My breast. PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 43 LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. Unto the godly there ariseth up light in the darkness. Lyra Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling g
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