IV.
The Taunt.
"'Wilt thou leave me thus,' I cried,
'Whelm'd beneath the rolling tide?'
Ah! return and love me still;
See me subject to Thy will;
Frown with wrath, or smile with grace,
Only let me see Thy face!
Evil I have none to fear,
All is good, if Thou art near.
King, and Lord, whom I adore,
Shall I see Thy face no more?"
—Madame Guyon.
"There is a persecution sharper than that of the axe. There is an iron that goes into the heart deeper than the knife. Cruel sneers, and sarcasms, and pitiless judgments, and cold-hearted calumnies—these are persecution."
"My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?"—Verse 3.