THY HAND WAS HEAVY UPON ME." I ASKED the Lord, that I might grow 'Twas He who taught me thus to pray, I hoped that in some favoured hour, Instead of this, He made me feel Yea more, with His own hand He seemed Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, 66 Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried, "Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death?". ""Tis in this way!" the Lord replied, "I answer prayer for grace and faith." "These inward trials I employ, 66 MY PRESENCE SHALL GO WITH THEE." THAT man no guard or weapon needs, Through burning sands, or mountain snows. Released from guilt, he feels no fear; Though I am weak, and Satan strong, His love possessing, I am blest, With Him I shall be still at home. If placed beneath the northern pole, Though winter reigns with rigour there, His gracious beams would cheer my soul, And make a spring throughout the year. Or, if the desert's sun-burnt soil OFT as the bell, with solemn toll, Soon, leaving all I love below, To God's tribunal I must go ; Must hear the judge pronounce my fate, And fix my everlasting state. But could I bear to hear him say, "Depart, accursed, far away! "With Satan, in the lowest hell, "Thou art for ever doomed to dwell!" Lord Jesus, help me now to flee And seek my hope alone in Thee: |