J. Montgomery.
ABHORRENCE.
And now am I their song, yea, I am their by-word. They abhor me, they flee far from me.—Job, xxx. 9, 10.
I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee. Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.—Job, xlii. 5, 6.
Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good.—Romans, xii. 9.
Father of lights! from whom proceeds
Whate’er thy every creature needs;
Whose goodness providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry;