第28章 III(20)(2 / 3)

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: