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A beam of day, that shines for me,
Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I ran,
XXXIII.—THE WAITING SOUL.l
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
I wish, Thou knowest, to be resigned,
But hope delayed fatigues the mind,
Help me to reach the distant goal;
Confirm my feeble knee;
That faints for love of thee!
Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet, since I feel it so,
Within, however low.
I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar;
And that is mercy's door.
There, till the dear Deliverer come,
And when he calls his exile home,
XXXIV.-SEEKING THE BELOVED.
To those who love the Lord I speak;
Is my beloved near?
Oh, when will he appear?
Though once a man of grief and shame,
Yet now he fills a throne,
That earth or heaven have known.
1 This Hymn, which has not been marked as Cowper's in the Olney Collection and consequently not included in any edition of his works, is here restored to him on the authority of Mrs. Johnson, the widow of his excellent kinsman.
Grace flies before, and love attends
His steps where'er he goes;
And they were once his foes.
He speaks ;—obedient to his call
Our warm affections move:
Then all alike would love.
Then love in every heart would reign,
And cruel and blootl-thirsty men
Such Jesus is, and such his grace;
Oh, may he shine on you!
I long to see him too.
XXXV.-LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS.
His wonders to perform;
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
And He will make it plain.
XXXVI. -WELCOME CROSS.
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
But with humble faith to see
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials give new life to prayer;
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
I should prove a cast-away?
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
Must not,—would not, if he might.
XXXVII.—AFFLICTIONS SANCTIFIED BY THE WORD.
Oh, how I love thy holy word,
What are the mines of shining wealth,
Long unafflicted, undismayed,
What though it pierced my fainting heart,
Oh ! hadst thou left me unchastised,
I love thee, therefore, O my God,
ThE billows swell, the winds are high,
O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
Amidst the roaring of the sea
Dangers of every shape and name
Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,
XXXIX.-LOOKING UPWARDS IN A STORM.
God of my life, to thee I call,
Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Did ever mourner plead with thee,
That were a grief I could not bear,
Fair is the lot that's cast for me;