Poems (Shipton)/Retrospection

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4502890Poems — RetrospectionAnna Shipton

RETROSPECTION.

"Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy God led thee."—Deut. viii. 2.
"Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompense of reward."—Heb. x. 35.

He was better to me than all my hopes,
He was better to me than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
And a rainbow of my tears.
The billows that guarded my sea-girt path
Carried my Lord on their crest;
When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march,
I lean on His love for the rest.

He emptied my hands of my treasured store,
And His covenant Love revealed;
There was not a wound in my aching heart
But the balm of His breath hath healed.
O! tender and true was the chastening sore,
In wisdom that taught and tried;
Till the soul that He sought was trusting in Him,
And nothing on earth beside.

There is light for me on the trackless wild,
As the wonders of old I trace;
When the God of the whole earth went before
To search me a resting-place.
Has He changed for me? Nay! He changes not;
He will bring me by some new way,
Through fire and flood, and each crafty foe,
As safely as yesterday.

And if to the warfare He calls me forth,
He buckles my armor on;
He greets me with smiles and a word of cheer,
For battles His sword hath won:
He wipes my brow as I droop and faint,
He blesses my hand to toil;
Faithful is He as He washes my feet
From the trace of each earthly soil.

He guided by paths that I could not see,
By ways that I have not known;
The crooked was straight, and the rough made plain,
As I followed the Lord alone.
I praise Him still for the pleasant palms,
And the water-springs by the way;
For the glowing pillar of flame by night,
And the sheltering cloud by day.

Ne'er in the glare of the enemy's land
He suffers His own to sleep;
The combat, the tempest, the raging wave,
Tell his wondrous works in the deep.
The treasures of darkness, in secret hid,
Can the child of the Kingdom proclaim:
Oh! tell forth the praise of Jehovah to-day,
Give glory anew to His name.

Never a watch on the dreariest halt,
But some promise of love endears;
I read from the past my future shall be
Far better than all my fears.
Like the golden pot of the wilderness bread,
Laid up with the blossoming rod,
All safe in the ark with the Law of the Lord,
Is the covenant care of my God.