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DIVINE FAITHFULNESS.
“The mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed;
but my kindness shall not depart from
thee.”—Isa. liv. 10.
The mountains shall from earth depart,
The hills may be removed,
But thou of God elected art
And as a “bride” beloved;
Our God as soon might cease to be,
As break His covenant with thee.
The hills may be removed,
But thou of God elected art
And as a “bride” beloved;
Our God as soon might cease to be,
As break His covenant with thee.
Election flows from no high worth
In fallen souls foreseen;
For where is good on this bad earth
Which free grace hath not been?
Did God demand prevenient love,
Heaven would not shrine one soul above.
In fallen souls foreseen;
For where is good on this bad earth
Which free grace hath not been?
Did God demand prevenient love,
Heaven would not shrine one soul above.
Thou barren Heart! which hast not borne
The hopes that make thee sing,
Oh, dream not thou art left forlorn
In widow'd suffering:
For like a wife in youth forsaken,
Back to thy Lord shalt thou be taken.
The hopes that make thee sing,
Oh, dream not thou art left forlorn
In widow'd suffering:
For like a wife in youth forsaken,
Back to thy Lord shalt thou be taken.
Though toss'd on life's tempestuous sea
Affliction's waves run high,
For one small moment Heaven from thee
Averts its loving eye,—
Yet, soon will mercy's overflow
Around thine anguish brightly glow.
Affliction's waves run high,
For one small moment Heaven from thee
Averts its loving eye,—
Yet, soon will mercy's overflow
Around thine anguish brightly glow.
No crisis can our God subdue,
No change His will surprise;
Close to His ancient counsel true
His grace for ever lies;
The “Lord of Hosts” reveals His name
In love eternal, and the same.
No change His will surprise;
Close to His ancient counsel true
His grace for ever lies;
The “Lord of Hosts” reveals His name
In love eternal, and the same.
He does not find a lovely thing
And love what He discerns;
But His pure love becomes the spring
Of what in martyrs burns
Of holy passion, zeal, and prayer
By God's own Spirit kindled there.
And love what He discerns;
But His pure love becomes the spring
Of what in martyrs burns
Of holy passion, zeal, and prayer
By God's own Spirit kindled there.
Then, courage! torn and troubled Mind,
The Glorious One appears;
Nor let Dejection leave thee blind
With her impassion'd tears:
Soon shall thy blest Redeemer come
And guide thee safe to Glory's home.
The Glorious One appears;
Nor let Dejection leave thee blind
With her impassion'd tears:
Soon shall thy blest Redeemer come
And guide thee safe to Glory's home.
No weapon'd hand its deadly wound
Shall in thy spirit make;
Nor all the raging tongues around
That bond of goodness break
Which God in Christ for thee doth hold,
And His deep heart of grace enfold.
Shall in thy spirit make;
Nor all the raging tongues around
That bond of goodness break
Which God in Christ for thee doth hold,
And His deep heart of grace enfold.
With sapphires thy foundations fair
Shall soon by Him be laid;
Nor shall oppressive Wrong be there,
As though thou wert betray'd:
Terrors themselves shall learn to fear
A kingly saint to Godhead dear.
Shall soon by Him be laid;
Nor shall oppressive Wrong be there,
As though thou wert betray'd:
Terrors themselves shall learn to fear
A kingly saint to Godhead dear.
The Spirit's love, a love divine
Though earth and heaven decay,
Is true, O Lord! to Thee and Thine
Though worlds dissolve away;
Had Souls true faith, they could not dread
The deepest midnight round them spread.
Though earth and heaven decay,
Is true, O Lord! to Thee and Thine
Though worlds dissolve away;
Had Souls true faith, they could not dread
The deepest midnight round them spread.
A dying world for dying men
For saints hath Heaven decreed,
And wisely plans the where, and when,
Each burden'd heart must bleed;
But, Love this truth can understand,—
Each blow is from a Father's hand.
For saints hath Heaven decreed,
And wisely plans the where, and when,
Each burden'd heart must bleed;
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Each blow is from a Father's hand.
And thus, if fortune, home, and friend,
And social bliss, no more
Around us their rich magic blend
As they were wont of yore,—
Reflected on our falling tears
The iris of God's love appears.
And social bliss, no more
Around us their rich magic blend
As they were wont of yore,—
Reflected on our falling tears
The iris of God's love appears.
Timeless and changeless is the plan
Before all worlds begun,
From whence that mercy reacheth man
Incarnate Merit won:—
Though toss'd, and by the tempest shaken,
Believer, thou art unforsaken!
Before all worlds begun,
From whence that mercy reacheth man
Incarnate Merit won:—
Though toss'd, and by the tempest shaken,
Believer, thou art unforsaken!
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