15.07.2007, 14:00
Isaiah XLVI. V. 9
When I consider all the things that were,
And count them upwards from the generel flood, -
The tricks of fraud, and violent deeds of blood,
Weigh down the heart with sullen, deep despair.
I well believe that Satan, Prince of Air,
Torments to ill the pleasurable feeling;
But ever and anon, a breeze of healing
Proclaims that God is always everywhere.
‘Twas hard to see him in the days of old,
And harder still to see our God to-day;
For prayer is slack, and love, alas! is cold,
And Faith, a wanderer, weak and wide astray:
Who hath the faith, the courage, to behold
God in the judgments that have passed away?
When I consider all the things that were,
And count them upwards from the generel flood, -
The tricks of fraud, and violent deeds of blood,
Weigh down the heart with sullen, deep despair.
I well believe that Satan, Prince of Air,
Torments to ill the pleasurable feeling;
But ever and anon, a breeze of healing
Proclaims that God is always everywhere.
‘Twas hard to see him in the days of old,
And harder still to see our God to-day;
For prayer is slack, and love, alas! is cold,
And Faith, a wanderer, weak and wide astray:
Who hath the faith, the courage, to behold
God in the judgments that have passed away?