6.
“They shall be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation
beyond all that they looked for.”
Yet surely often no enlivening ray
Doth lighten the dark valley at its close,
When busy thought finds no place for repose,
But ever-during dark shuts out the day.
Yea, e'en on pure meek spirits oft dismay
Hangs, and expectance of the penal woes:
In that deep water-flood which o'er them goes,
Of God's dark judgments, none can trace the way.
Yet such are blessed, if thus made at last
Like to the Son of God; and when 'tis past,
Where on the clay-cold features and closed eyes,
Death sits, there cometh forth a glad surprise,
Which says it is “far better,”
or in doom
They hear, yet scarce believe, the blessed “Come!”
