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July 6 LOVE AND DOUBT
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.”—
1 St. John iv. 18.
O come, dear Saviour, closer still
And fold me in that perfect Will
Which sees the future now;
For all, alike the good and ill,
To one great issue bow;
And my misgivings then shall pave
Only a path, across the grave.
And fold me in that perfect Will
Which sees the future now;
For all, alike the good and ill,
To one great issue bow;
And my misgivings then shall pave
Only a path, across the grave.
Whene'er I feel Thy faintest touch
And prove that Sovereign Love is such,
I shall not doubt again;
Nor would I be wise overmuch,
But choose what times ordain;
It is enough to learn my lore,
In what Thy Sufferings learnt before.
And prove that Sovereign Love is such,
I shall not doubt again;
Nor would I be wise overmuch,
But choose what times ordain;
It is enough to learn my lore,
In what Thy Sufferings learnt before.
I humbly think these clouds, that rise
Betwixt my grave and Paradise,
Were only meant to teach;
Lest the full glory of surprise,
Should blast my petty reach;
And when the tardy wings can fly,
Their home will be Eternity.
Betwixt my grave and Paradise,
Were only meant to teach;
Lest the full glory of surprise,
Should blast my petty reach;
And when the tardy wings can fly,
Their home will be Eternity.
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