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SOMETIMES a light surprises The Chriftian while He fings; It is the Lord, who rises

With healing in His wings: When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again A season of clear mining To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it nothing

But He will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing

Will clothe His people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens

No creature but is fed;
And He, who feeds the ravens,

Will give His children bread.

Though vine nor fig-tree neither
Their wonted fruit fhall bear;

Though all the field fhould wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;

His praise fhall tune my voice;
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

William Cowper. 1779


Yet, God the same abiding,

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Thy face,
He lives in joy in every place, —
In every time has what he will.

Who in his deep heart-ground
To Thee is firmly bound,
Still and joyful knows no fear.
Earth cofts him no bitter tear, —
Earth grows dim when Thou art near.

O higheft joy of joy!
True reft!

Comfort of every aching breaft!

Whom can earth trouble and annoy,
Whom Thou art near to bless,
Who does Thy love pofless?

All I seek for out of Thee

Hindrance to my joy might be,

And diminifh peace in me.

Whom Thou doft call Thy child,

Thine own, —
By all on earth may be unknown,
By all on earth may be reviled:

What then? if God be his

He needs no other bliss. If I know that I have Thee, Life and ftrength and joy may flee, Griefs may come, — they move not me.

Come, O thou blefled One,

My choice! Now in Thy light make me rejoice, — Come, fill the soul which Thou haft won.

Come, take the whole, that I
To Thee may live and die.
I am Thine, O, be Thou mine,
Until in yonder life divine

Thy face on me mall fully mine!

THE Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens moft high,
And underneath His feet He caft
The darkness of the fky.

On cherubim and seraphim

Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds

Came flying all abroad.

He sat serene upon the floods,

Their fury to reftrain;
And He, as sovereign Lord and King

For evermore mall reign.

Terjleegen. 1731.



Sternhold. 1540. CHRIST.


HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes
The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

On him the Spirit, largely poured, .

Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breaft inspire.

He comes, the prisoner to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burft,

The iron fetters yield.

He comes from thickeft films of vice

To clear the mental ray,
'And on the eyeballs of the blind

To pour celeftial day.

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