Feasting at His holy table
On the tokens of His love,
Though unworthy, I am able
To be One with Him above.
With the loss of one offending
Member I should be content
When I think of an unending
Period of punishment.
What a daily delectation
To my feeble fainting soul
Is The Fountain of Salvation
Which alone can make me whole!
Thus in calm anticipation
Of the coming of The Lord,
While I live my meditation
Is His Everlasting Word.
Soon my soul shall cease to wander
After earth’s frivolities.
And be overwhelmed with wonder
At Divine realities.
Perish doubt and hesitation!
Things unseen do not deceive,—
In Thy Plenary Salvation,
Blessed Jesus, I believe.
HYMN VIII.
“Fountains of waters of life” Rev. vii., 17.
“Llwybr cwbl groes i natur”
Constantly beset with crosses
Though my present progress be,
Disappointment, pain and losses
Point my pilgrimage to Thee.
Through the trough of tribulation
Roughly runs the narrow road,
But its happy termination
Is the city of My God.
Lord! upon my faded visage
Reimprint Thy stamp, I pray,
So shall Satan from Thine image
Flee discomfited away.
Like the fragrant ointment flowing
Down the dress of Aaron
Is the blessedness of knowing
Thee through Thy Beloved Son.
Dissipate the clouds of darkness
Now enveloping Thy Face;
And irradiate with gladness
My cold heart, O God of grace!
Thy redemption, as a river,
One fell Friday flowed for me
Once for all, and once for ever,
From the crest of Calvary.
Silently, yet surely giving
Solace to humanity.
That same river, rich in living
Water, still distils for me.
It is able to completely
Wash the Ethiopian
Whiter than the snow and sweetly
Purify the publican.