| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
776.
[My hope of creature-good I see]
Mine hope hath He removed like a tree.
—xix. 10.
My hope of creature-good I see
Cut down, and wither'd, like a tree,
It never more on earth shall grow,
Or strike its root in things below:
But from the sand my Father's love
Doth to the Rock my hope remove,
Among the trees of paradise
To bloom eternal in the skies.
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