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Faint, Yet Pursuing

Commit thy ways, thy sorrows, thy wishes and thy fears,

To Him who with a Master’s hand directs the rolling spheres,

The stars, the clouds, the tempests, obey His high decree;

Shall not His wisdom find a path of safety too for thee?

Place in the Lord thy confidence if thou wouldst have it stand;

Build on the Lord – and He will bless the labours of thy hand.

To anxious days, and sleepless nights, and unbelieving care,

God never yields His benefits – they are fruit of prayer.

Almighty gracious Father! To Thee, and Thee alone,

What will subserve the good of all Thy ransomed ones is known,

And what Thy wisdom ordereth, since all things Thee obey,

Thy power will surely bring to pass in Thine own time and way.

What though that way may often seem wondrous in our eyes,

’Tis full of grace and blessing – is merciful and wise;

And when it is Thy pleasure to crown with earthly good,

We shall obtain the treasure though earth and hell withstood.

Then, Christian, banish sorrow – the gloomy night of woe

Must flee before the beamings of Hope’s celestial bow;

Thy province is not ruling, but sitting meekly still,

JEHOVAH holds the sceptre, and He doth all things well!

To Him then leave the guidance – He wills thy truest weal,

Thy name is graven on His heart, – He will uphold thee still.

And with admiring wonder thou’lt own another day ––

How mercifully ordered was thy pilgrimage in clay!

What though His comforts tarry, it must be for thy good

And thou shalt learn ’twas tenderness which thus thy prayers withstood.

Night may be long and dreary, but sure is morning prime,

And thou may’st trust thy Father – He will not miss His time.

A child-like faith shall conquer, and lest thy heart shall fail,

Think on the Christian’s motto – ‘Faint, yet pursuing still!’

See God Himself displaying the palm which thou shalt bear,

When thou in Heaven’s court shall sing His praise who brought thee there!

Grant, Lord, a gracious ending to all our earthly grief;

Grant, too, the strength to suffer it till Thou shalt send relief.

Then when the Archangel’s trump shall sound to call us hence away,

We’ll find the roughest earthly road leads to Eternal Day.

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