“Hush, my child, be calm and quiet;
Recollect that I am God:
Nothing can withstand the fiat
Of My All-commanding Nod:
Though thy ghostly foe be railing,
Know that I am on thy side,
And, although thy strength be failing,
I, Thy Guide, will still provide.”
This contents my soul: The Giver
Of all good, My Loving Lord,
Is Almighty to deliver,
And, depending on His Word,
Underneath the safe protection
Of the shadow of His Wings,
I have less and less affection
For earth’s evanescent things.
Suffering with resignation
All the trials of to-day,
In composed anticipation,
Come, or go, whatever may,
I await the promised vision
Of God’s Face in Righteousness
And the perfected fruition
Of His Grace and Holiness.
Nature, at the contemplation
Of The Godhead, faints with fear,
And, distraught with consternation,
Dreads the thought that God is near.
O for grace to bear the vision
Of Jehovah’s Majesty,
And to share in the fruition
Of an endless Jubilee!
HYMN XXXV.
“ Far be it for me to glory save in the Cross” Gal. vi., 14.
“Nid oes gwrthrych ar y ddaear”
Earth’s emoluments and pleasure
Fail to fascinate my mind
When I contemplate the treasure
Gained by Christ for all mankind.
He, though greater than a creature
Such as I can comprehend,
Can compose my craving nature
With the Comfort of a Friend.
O for Grace to live depending
On His Merits and to meet,
After death, in life unending,
Him before the judgment seat!—
Grace to bear whatever crosses
Come, because He bore His Own,
And to learn that earthly losses
Lead to where no care is known!