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July 5 MISGIVINGS
“If ye have faith, and doubt not, ... it shall be done.”—
St. Matt. xxi. 21.
I darkly seek and dimly find
The God whose foot is rushing wind,
Whose voice is rolling sea;
His Mercy follows me behind,
He hears my unsaid plea;
And when I gain the sheltered shore,
It is His Love which I adore.
The God whose foot is rushing wind,
Whose voice is rolling sea;
His Mercy follows me behind,
He hears my unsaid plea;
And when I gain the sheltered shore,
It is His Love which I adore.
But for this trembling faith too dull
To see the flowers which others cull,
The light were leaping out;
All heaven would be in yon dead skull,
And scorn its empty doubt;
Till on His awful Grace I stand,
As on the sure and solid land.
To see the flowers which others cull,
The light were leaping out;
All heaven would be in yon dead skull,
And scorn its empty doubt;
Till on His awful Grace I stand,
As on the sure and solid land.
But, ah, my venture is so weak
It will not bid the spirit speak,
As else it surely must;
I dare not climb the purple peak,
And falter down in dust;
Yet I do know, His Presence gives
My soul the sun whereby it lives.
It will not bid the spirit speak,
As else it surely must;
I dare not climb the purple peak,
And falter down in dust;
Yet I do know, His Presence gives
My soul the sun whereby it lives.
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