GUIDANCE. 'Mine eyes are ever toward the Lord; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.'-PSALM XXV. 15. GOOD Shepherd! am I not thy sheep? Do I not love thy way ? Oh keep thy word, my feet to keep, Strong enemies my path beset, They dig the pit, and spread the net, Good Lord, mine eyes are unto Thee, I have no refuge where to flee, D Rejoice not, then, O wary foe ! On weakness rests his might : From blackest cloud best shines the bow; In darkness breaks the light. 'Yea, though He slay me, I will trust !' Well sang that saint of old; His humbled face he bowed in dust, O grace! through pain or shame to tread O bliss! that hand upon my head— DELIVERANCE. 'I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities.' PSALM XXXI. 7. My thankful heart to Thee, O God, Its humble tribute pays, Adores Thee for thy chastening rod, Thy guiding staff obeys. The bitterness of death is past : Throughout the gloomy vale Thy truth and mercy held me fast, The waves were wild, and dark the night, But still thy voice was near, And often gleamed a heavenly light, My fainting hope to cheer. And when around me roared the flame, It only set me free From galling bands of sin, there came All night thy love hath been my stay, O keep me, Saviour, all the day On Thee my every care I roll : For ever, body, spirit, soul, A sacrifice to Thee. 1847. HYMN1 WHEN on Horeb's mountain lonely Came thy voice all still and small, So with solemn awe and wonder Shook our land the echoed thunder Now for peace our land rejoices, And with happy, thankful voices, Lord, we bless Thee for the calm. Written for the openings of the Parochial Schools, Brompton, Kent; the schools having been erected as a memorial of the peace, 1856. |