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Touched with the feeling of, etc.
Heb. 4:15.
When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few;
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain.
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he who felt temptation’s power,
Will guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while—
My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead.
4 And, O! when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
Sir Robt. Grant.