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SHROUDED BLESSINGS.
Are there no words that from the fount
Of life and blessing come,
Cheering the sorrowing soul with love,
And leading wanderers home?
O Christ! write Thou Thy words of peace
Upon my heart, and be
The guard of each winged messenger
That upward flies to Thee.
Of life and blessing come,
Cheering the sorrowing soul with love,
And leading wanderers home?
O Christ! write Thou Thy words of peace
Upon my heart, and be
The guard of each winged messenger
That upward flies to Thee.
SHROUDED BLESSINGS.
"I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight: these things will I do unto them, and not forsake them."—Isaiah xlii. 10.
Not only for the light of loving hearts
That cheered my lonely life, I thank Thee, God;
Not for my childhood's home, nor tearless eyes,
Nor pleasant paths of peace my feet have trod;
But that the idols, tenderly embraced
By this weak heart, and falsely called mine own,
Thou didst withdraw, that I in time might learn
To lean upon Thy holy arm alone.
For the sharp reed that pierced this feeble hand,
For thorn-torn feet that Thou alone couldst see,
For the deep fount of tears by Thee told o'er,
I thank Thee, Lord. They brought me nearer Thee.
That cheered my lonely life, I thank Thee, God;
Not for my childhood's home, nor tearless eyes,
Nor pleasant paths of peace my feet have trod;
But that the idols, tenderly embraced
By this weak heart, and falsely called mine own,
Thou didst withdraw, that I in time might learn
To lean upon Thy holy arm alone.
For the sharp reed that pierced this feeble hand,
For thorn-torn feet that Thou alone couldst see,
For the deep fount of tears by Thee told o'er,
I thank Thee, Lord. They brought me nearer Thee.
