To feel that God was Love, but yet with Love was just; 480}
A Saviour’s Sufferings to his Heart he laid,
And felt the Balm of Mercy as he prayed.
How then he dared his past offences view,
And the first dawn of Hope’s soft Comfort knew;
But never more must Home’s soft Comfort see,
But a lone Wanderer in the World must be.
Filled with such thoughts, he join’d a serious few }
Who showed the Way that he must then pursue, }
The Aid he was to yield, the Work he was to do. }