"I'd rather be distressed with doubts
And find no sweet release,
Than be content to settle down
In false repose and peace;
But, ah! I wish I knew my name
In the Lamb's book a place could claim."
"While here distressed I lie,
What joy my heart doth thrill
At the enchanting thought,
That Jesus loves me still!"
"Sweet Sabbath morn! to me it brings,
As if on angel's airy wings,
Visions of peace and rest:
I seem to stand upon the plains
Where an eternal Sabbath reigns,
And dwell the pure and blest.
"I wept—when lo, my heart to cheer
J—— sobbing whispered in my ear:
'Don't cry, for I will serve the Lord;'
How sweet the sound! what great reward."
[Psa. 126:5,6].
"How little comfort have I known
In this dark vale of tears!
For Sorrow marked me for her own
In childhood's early years.
And ever since, by night and day,
Has hovered round my lonely way."
"'Twas nearly two—but sleep had fled
My pillow for the night;
I rose—but all was dark around,
And I could find no light:
And then I knelt and prayed for those
Who, like me, found no sweet repose."
"Sick, sick, sick,
And gloomy all the day;
Sick, sick, sick,
Thus life wears away."
"Murmur not, my troubled soul,
At thy Father's dealings;
Wild the billows round thee roll:
Yield not to the feelings
Of despair that gather round:
Troubles rise not from the ground."
[Job 5:6-8].
"How many souls around the throne
Once suffered here like me,—
Like me discouraged, tempted, tried,
But now for ever free:
They shout their griefs and trials o'er;
Then let me fear and doubt no more."
"At home all day; I cannot pray,
Can neither read nor think:
O God, I cry; the waves roll high,
Support me or I sink."