How will you his presence abide?
What anguish will torture your heart!
The saints all enthroned by his side,
And you be compell'd to depart.
5 Too often, dear Saviour, have I
Preferr'd some poor trifle to thee;
How is it thou dost not deny
The blessing and birthright to me?
No better than Esau I am,
Though pardon and heaven be mine;
To me belongs nothing but shame—
The praise and the glory be thine.
9.
Jacob's Ladder. Gen. xxviii, 12.
1 If the Lord our leader be,
We may follow without fear;
East or west, by land or sea,
Home with him is every where.
When from Esau Jacob fled,
Though his pillow was a stone,
And the ground his humble bed,
Yet he was not left alone.
2 Kings are often waking kept,
Rack'd with cares on beds of state:
Never king like Jacob slept,
For he lay at heaven's gate.
Lo! he saw a ladder rear'd,
Reaching to the heavenly throne;
At the top the Lord appeared,
Spake, and claim d him for his own:
3 "Fear not, Jacob, thou art mine,
And my presence with thee goes;
On thy heart my love shall shine,
And my arm subdue thy foes:
From my promise comfort take,
For my help in trouble call;
Never will I thee forsake
Till I have accomplish'd all."
