How greatly fallen away!
My sins increase--my love grows cold, And Hope within me dies:
Even Faith itself is wavering now;Oh, how shall I arise?
I cannot weep, but I can pray, Then let me not despair:
Lord Jesus, save me, lest I die!
Christ, hear my humble prayer!
A PRAYER.
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.
Not only for the Past I grieve, The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve, Thy suppliant is a castaway.
I cannot say my faith is strong, I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!
I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!
Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be, And MAKE me to Thy glory live.
IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY.
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt to-day!
Oh, let its memory stay with me, And never pass away!
I was alone, for those I loved Were far away from me;The sun shone on the withered grass, The wind blew fresh and free.
Was it the smile of early spring That made my bosom glow?
'Twas sweet; but neither sun nor wind Could cheer my spirit so.
Was it some feeling of delight All vague and undefined?
No; 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Expanding in the mind.
Was it a sanguine view of life, And all its transient bliss, A hope of bright prosperity?
Oh, no! it was not this.
It was a glimpse of truth divine Unto my spirit given, Illumined by a ray of light That shone direct from heaven.
I felt there was a God on high, By whom all things were made;I saw His wisdom and His power In all his works displayed.
But most throughout the moral world, I saw his glory shine;I saw His wisdom infinite, His mercy all divine.
Deep secrets of His providence, In darkness long concealed, Unto the vision of my soul Were graciously revealed.
But while I wondered and adored His Majesty divine, I did not tremble at His power: