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311.

[Long in a tempted state forlorn]

Who fed thee in the wilderness with manna, &c. —viii. 16.

Long in a tempted state forlorn
Thou hast my kind Supporter been,
Yet suffer'd me at times to mourn,
To feel that all my heart is sin;
My depth of unbelief to prove,
And groan for all Thy humbling love.
I now Thy love's design perceive;
Me to myself Thy love hath shown,
Thou didst in love Thy servant leave,
To come again and claim Thine own,
To save, when all my griefs were pass'd,
And do me endless good at last.
 

Never. J. W.