1025
8s & 7s.
Afterward.
Heb. 12:11.
Why should I, in vain repining,
Mourn the clouds that cross my way;
Since my Saviour’s presence, shining,
Turns my darkness into day?
2 Earthly honor, earthly treasure,
All the warmest passions win,
And the silken wings of pleasure
Only waft us on to sin.
3 But, within the vale of sorrow,
All with tempests overblown,
Purer light and joy we borrow
From the face of God alone.
4 Welcome, then, each darker token!
Mercy sent it from above!
So the heart, subdued, not broken,
Bends in fear, and melts with love.
Edmeston.