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THE CHRISTIAN'S CONSOLATION.
FROM THE SWEDISH.
“For I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.”
—2 Timothy, I. 12.
I know whom I've believèd,
When my sins remembered roll,
With the bitter pains of penitence,
Like billows, o'er my soul.
Contritely then, in Jesus' name,
As near my God I come,
I see him stretch a Father's arms
To take his wanderer home.
When my sins remembered roll,
With the bitter pains of penitence,
Like billows, o'er my soul.
Contritely then, in Jesus' name,
As near my God I come,
I see him stretch a Father's arms
To take his wanderer home.
I know whom I 've believèd,
When, perplexed, I go astray;
And discouraged, feel my impotence
To keep the Heavenly way.
My earnest prayer to be set right
To Jesus then ascends;
And to give the power of holiness,
In pitying love he bends.
When, perplexed, I go astray;
And discouraged, feel my impotence
To keep the Heavenly way.
My earnest prayer to be set right
To Jesus then ascends;
And to give the power of holiness,
In pitying love he bends.
I know whom I 've believèd,
When life's full success and joy
Would make me slumber, or would near
Destruction's brink decoy.
Then Jesus' warning voice I hear,—
His footsteps I pursue;
And then with holy courage stand,
The tempter to subdue.
When life's full success and joy
Would make me slumber, or would near
Destruction's brink decoy.
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His footsteps I pursue;
And then with holy courage stand,
The tempter to subdue.
I know whom I 've believèd,
When the joy of life runs out,
And with cares my heart is like to burst,—
With troubles hedged about.
I call to mind what Jesus bore;
And know that I must through
Much tribulation pass, to gain
God's blessed kingdom, too.
When the joy of life runs out,
And with cares my heart is like to burst,—
With troubles hedged about.
I call to mind what Jesus bore;
And know that I must through
Much tribulation pass, to gain
God's blessed kingdom, too.
I know whom I 've believèd,
When the hour of death draws near,—
When the painful heat of day is cooled,
And evening shades appear.
My Jesus, by his death, has brought
On Death destruction sure:
He lives! therefore my soul, with him,
Shall evermore endure.
When the hour of death draws near,—
When the painful heat of day is cooled,
And evening shades appear.
My Jesus, by his death, has brought
On Death destruction sure:
He lives! therefore my soul, with him,
Shall evermore endure.
I know whom I 've believèd;
But in praising him aright,
My heart must let its hidden faith
Shoot forth in works, to light.
Not crying, “Lord,” but doing e'er
His holy will, may I
Be found by faith in Christ to live;
And so, in him to die!
But in praising him aright,
My heart must let its hidden faith
Shoot forth in works, to light.
Not crying, “Lord,” but doing e'er
His holy will, may I
Be found by faith in Christ to live;
And so, in him to die!
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