66 THY JUDGMENTS ARE LIKE THE GREAT DEEP." IN every object here I see Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee: In every object here I see Something, my heart, that points at thee: Hard as the rocks that bound the strand, Unfruitful as the barren sand, Deep and deceitful as the ocean, And, like the tides, in constant motion. "WAIT THOU ONLY UPON GOD." WAIT! O my soul, thy Maker's will; He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work,-the cause conceals! But though His methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support His throne. Wait! then, my soul, submissive wait, Trust in a wise and gracious God. HE BEHELD THE CITY, AND WEPT OVER IT." DID Christ o'er sinners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. The Son of God in tears! He wept that we might weep; And there's no weeping there. "YE ARE COME UNTO MOUNT ZION," &c. YE angels who stand round the throne, In rapturous songs make Him known, So happy, so noble, so good; Ye saints who stand nearer than they, He snatched you from hell and the grave, Oh! when will the moment appear, I struggle and pant to be free; I long to be soaring away, My God and my Saviour to see! I want to put on my attire, Washed white in the blood of the Lamb: I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to His name : |