Watts.
Though round him numerous tribes,
Sworn foes to Heaven’s dread Ruler, pitch their tents,
No wayward doubts or coward fears appal
The patriarch’s soul. By the bright hope sustained
That in his seed all nations should be blessed,
Calm and unmoved the delegated seer
Submissive bends to the Eternal Will.
Samuel Hayes.
Christ had his sorrows—so must thou,