AND MANY WOMEN WERE THERE, BEHOLDING." SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Here I'll sit for ever viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood, Love and grief my heart dividing, Life deriving from His death: Lord, in ceaseless contemplation, Fix my heart and eyes on Thine, 66 HIS WAYS ARE PAST FINDING OUT." THY way, O Lord, is in the sea ; Thy paths I cannot trace; Nor comprehend the mystery Of Thine unbounded grace. Here, the dark veils of flesh and sense My wandering thoughts confound, When I behold Thine awful hand In deep astonishment I stand, As through a glass I dimly see Or of the joys above! 'Tis but in part I know Thy will; I bless Thee for the sight : : When will Thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light? With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise 66 WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE ?" LONG plunged in sorrow, I resign That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes, My sole possession is Thy love, And though with fervent suit I pray, My hours, with undiminished force Obedient to Thy will: Nor would I murmur at my doom, And doomed to suffer still. By Thy command, where'er I stray, A never-failing friend; And if my sufferings may augment Thy praise, behold me well content, Let sorrow still attend! It costs me no regret, that she Who followed Christ, should follow me; And though, where'er she goes, Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, I love her, and extract a swect From all my bitter woes. |