GOD'S MESSENGER.
63
Earthward I gazed, and missed the Hand
Whose faithful love had shown
Its tenderness in leading on
By paths I had not known.
Whose faithful love had shown
Its tenderness in leading on
By paths I had not known.
Dulled was the faith that once descried,
When all was dark below,
'Twas fair above; but never yet
Had life seemed drear as now.
Lord, how oft I disbelieved
Thy ever-watchful care!
Yet what on earth were left for me,
If Thou hadst failed me there?
When all was dark below,
'Twas fair above; but never yet
Had life seemed drear as now.
Lord, how oft I disbelieved
Thy ever-watchful care!
Yet what on earth were left for me,
If Thou hadst failed me there?
The Tempter came, with wandering thoughts
In wily guise arrayed:
I pined for other, fairer paths,
Than heavenly wisdom made;
For strength to nerve my helpless hand,
My feeble frame to brace;
For wider spheres of usefulness,
And richer gifts of grace:
In wily guise arrayed:
I pined for other, fairer paths,
Than heavenly wisdom made;
For strength to nerve my helpless hand,
My feeble frame to brace;
For wider spheres of usefulness,
And richer gifts of grace:
Nor rested there. The Evil One
Sought every sense to please,
Imaged the woodlands green, and brought
The happy hum of bees:
Sought every sense to please,
Imaged the woodlands green, and brought
The happy hum of bees:
