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That with thy patient Spirit strove
Upon the Red-sea strand.
O Father of long-suffering grace,
Thou who hast sworn to stay Pleading with sinners face to face
Through all their devious way,
How shall we speak to Thee, O LORD,
Or how in silence lie ?
Turn from us, and we die.
Thy guardian fire, thy guiding cloud,
Still let them gild our wall,
To see us faint and fall.
Too oft, within this camp of thine,
Rebellious murmurs rise ;
So awful to her eyes.
Fain would our lawless hearts escape,
And with the heathen be,
To worship every monstrous shape
In fancied darkness free b.
Vain thought, that shall not be at all!
Refuse we or obey,
We cannot be as they.
We cannot hope the heathen's doom,
To whom God's Son is given,
Who have the key of Heaven.
Weak tremblers on the edge of woe,
Yet shrinking from true bliss,
And let our prayer be this:
“LORD, wave again thy chastening rod,
“ Till every idol throne
“Reign in our hearts alone.
b Ezekiel xx. 32. That which cometh into your mind shall not be at all, that ye say, We will be as the heathen, as the families of the countries, to serve wood and stone.
“Bring all our wandering fancies home,
“For Thon hast every spell, “ And 'mid the heathen where they roam,
“Thou knowest, LORD, too well.
“ Thou know'st our service sad and hard,
“ Thou know'st us fond and frail ;“Win us to be belov'd and spar'd
“ When all the world shall fail.
“So when at last our weary days
“Are well-nigh wasted here, “And we can trace thy wondrous ways
“In distance calm and clear,
“When in thy love and Israel's sin
“We read our story true, “We may not, all too late, begin
“ To wish our hopes were new :
"Long lov’d, long tried, long spar'd as they,
“ Unlike in this alone, "That, by thy grace, our hearts shall stay
“For evermore thine own."
NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
Then Nebuchadnezzar the King was astonied, and rose up in haste, and spake, and said unto his counsellors, Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the King, True, 0 King. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God. Daniel iii. 25.
WHEN Persecution's torrent blaze
Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head;
When summer friends are gone and fled,
Or waves there not around his brow
A wand no human arm may wield,
His steps to guide, his soul to shield ?
Thou, Saviour, art his charmed bower,
And when the wicked ones behold
Thy favourites walking in thy light,
They deem'd them lost in deadly night,
“How are they free whom we had bound,
“ Upright, whom in the gulf we cast?
“To screen them from the scorching blast?
“Even like the Son of God.” So cried
The Tyrant, when in one fierce flame
Yet knew he not what angel came
“As it had been a moist
b Song of the Three Children, ver. 27. whistling wind.”