Swiftly speeds the dread avenger,
Swiftly speeds the judgement hour;
Speed we to the refuge swiftly,
While we have an open door.
XVIII.
THE UNSEEN.
Though unseen, O Lord, I love Thee,
Wondrous is thy saving might,
Thus to wean my soul so sweetly
From its sinful chief delight:
More Thou didst in one short instant