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WHY WITHOUT, THEN, ART THOU STAYING?

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Why without, then, art Thou staying,

Blessed of the Lord from far?

Enter now, no more delaying,

Let it please Thee—Thou, my Star!

Thou, my Jesus, Friend indeed,

Helper in the hour of need!

Saviour! ease the wounds that pain me,

Let Thy comforts rich sustain me.

Lord, my wounds are pain and sorrow,

That the hammer of the law

With its terrors, night and morrow,

Causeth, filling me with awe.

Oh! the dreadful thunder peals

When His anger God reveals,

All my blood to tingle making,

And my heart’s foundation shaking!

Then with wiles the great deceiver

Would to me all grace deny,

Saying, in the hell for ever

That torments him, I must be.

But I suffer sorer pangs,

For with poison’d serpent fangs

Doth my conscience gnawing, tearing,

Stir remorse beyond all bearing.

Do I seek my woe to soften,

And to lessen pain desire,

With the world commingling often,

Sink I quite into the mire.

There is comfort that deceives,

Joy that by my mischance lives,

Helpers there who only grieve me,

Friends who only mock and leave me.

Nothing in the world endureth,

Or the soul’s thirst can allay;

Fleeting is the rank that lureth.

Have I riches? What are they

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Better than small dust of earth?

Have I pleasure? What’s it worth?

What to-day my heart doth gladden,

That to-morrow doth not sadden?

Comfort, joy, in boundless measure,

Stor’d, Lord Jesus, are in Thee,

Pastures of unfading pleasure,

Where we roam and feast so free.

Light of joy! illumine me

Ere my heart quite broken be!

Jesus, let mine eyes behold Thee;

Lord, refresh me and uphold me!

Heart, rejoice, for He doth hear thee,

And He visits thee again;

Now thy Saviour draweth near thee,

Bid Him gladsome welcome then,

And prepare thee for thy guest,

Enter thou into His rest,

While with open heart receiving,

Tell Him all that is thee grieving.

Lo! the things that seem’d to hinder

How they all fall out for good.

Hark! how He in accents tender

Comforts thee in gracious mood.

Ceas’d the dragon has to roar,

Scheming, raging, now no more.

His advantages forsake him,

He must to th’ abyss betake him.

Now thy life is calm and even,

All thy heart’s desire is thine;

Christ Himself to thee hath given

All He hath—exhaustless mine!

His grace is thy fairest crown,

Thou His seat art and His throne;

With Himself as one He makes thee,

Freely to His bosom takes thee.

God His golden-curtain’d Heaven

Spreadeth to encompass thee!

Lest thou shouldst away be driven

By thy raging enemy.

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Angel hosts keep watch and ward

At thy side and are thy guard;

Lest in journeys aught should hurt thee,

By the way their arms support thee.

All the ill thou hast done ever

It is now remitted quite;

God’s love thee doth now deliver

From sin’s tyrant pow’r and might.

Christ the Prince hath won the day,

Rise against thee what ill may,

He, to purest good converting,

Robbeth of the pow’r of hurting.

All for thine advantage proveth,

E’en what hurtful may appear.

Christ accepteth thee and loveth,

And His thoughts are all sincere.

Thou in turn but faithful be,

Then shall certainly by thee,

With the angel hosts in Heaven,

Thanks and praise for aye be given.

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