Call evil good, and darkness light,
And hate and persecute the just.
7 The saints in every age and place
Have found his history fulfill'd:
The numbers all our thoughts surpass
Of Abels whom the Cains have kil'd !
8 Thus Jesus fell; but, oh! his blood
Far better things than Abel's cries,—
Obtains his murderers peace with God,
And gains them mansions in the skies.
Walking with God.— Gen. v, 24. C.
1 OH for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb !
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord ?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
