 | ["Looking unto Jesus", in] The lily of the valley, for 1855 |  |
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“LOOKING UNTO JESUS.”
Musing pilgrim! sunk in sorrow,
Whom no words of pity cheer,
Unto whom each opening morrow
Cometh desolate and drear,
Whom no words of pity cheer,
Unto whom each opening morrow
Cometh desolate and drear,
Wherefore are thy spirits smitten?—
O'er thy life do tempests roll?
Hath unyielding penury written
Bitter things upon its scroll?
O'er thy life do tempests roll?
Hath unyielding penury written
Bitter things upon its scroll?
Hath the tomb thine idols hidden?
Did the trusted leave thy side?
Were thy young affections chidden
Till their budding tendrils died?
Did the trusted leave thy side?
Were thy young affections chidden
Till their budding tendrils died?
Did thy chosen props deceive thee?
Was thy fond reliance spurned?
Or did cold indifference grieve thee
When thy soul for balm-drops yearned?
Was thy fond reliance spurned?
Or did cold indifference grieve thee
When thy soul for balm-drops yearned?
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Look to Jesus, lonely-hearted!
He thy secret sigh hath heard;
He, the unsheltered, scorned, deserted,
By the indebted and endeared.
He thy secret sigh hath heard;
He, the unsheltered, scorned, deserted,
By the indebted and endeared.
What, though all the world forsake thee,
If his favor on thee shine,—
He to his embrace will take thee
With a sympathy divine.
If his favor on thee shine,—
He to his embrace will take thee
With a sympathy divine.
Then shall all this tribulation,
With its solitude of pain,
Minister to thy salvation,
Work thine everlasting gain.
With its solitude of pain,
Minister to thy salvation,
Work thine everlasting gain.
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