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When he hath tried me, etc.
Job. 23:10.
O why this disconsolate frame!
Though earthly enjoyments decay,
My Jesus is ever the same—
My Sun in the gloomiest day.
2 Though molten awhile in the fire,
’Tis only the gold to refine;
And be this my simple desire,
Though suffering, not to repine.
3 O what are the pleasures to me
Which earth in its fullness can boast?
Delusive, its vanities flee—
A flash of enjoyment at most.
4 And if my Redeemer could part,
For me, with his throne in the skies,
O why is so dear to my heart
What he in his wisdom denies?
5 Then let the rude tempest assail,
Let blasts of adversity blow,
The heavens, though distant, I hail,
Beyond this rough ocean of woe.
6 When safe on that beautiful strand,
I’d smile on the billows that foam;
Kind angels to hail me to land,
And Jesus to welcome me home.