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UNDER THE TRIALS OF THIS LIFE.

Ich hab oft bei mir selbst gedacht

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Full often as I meditate

Upon the world’s disorder’d state,

I ask myself if earthly life

Be good, and worthy of the strife,

Has he not acted for the best

Who laid himself betimes to rest?

Reflect, my friend, say, if you know

What station is there here below

Without its fall and daily share

Of sorrow, pain, and anxious care?

And tell me if a place there be

From sorrow, tears, vexation free.

And doth not every passing day,

From youth to manhood, bear away

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Its own peculiar load of grief

Upon its back, and such relief

As transient joy may seem to bring,

Is it not full of suffering?

If times be good, and fortune smile,

My God! how envy storms the while;

If dignity and honours great

Attend thy steps, alas! their weight.

If others thou’rt preferr’d before,

Than others too thou’rt burden’d more.

Art thou to-day in joyous mood,

Rejoicing in thy share of good?

Lo! ere thou think’st, thy gains are gone,

Thy joyous mood with them is flown,

The hurricane so suddenly

Doth sweep away thy property.

Dost from the world withdraw thyself,

And lov’st God more than gold or pelf?

Thy crown, thy jewel, thy good name

Is cover’d by the world with shame.

For he who can’t dissembler play,

The world as fool will spurn away.

’Tis true, alas! that trouble waits

In daily watch before our gates;

On earth the cross is borne by all,

All feel its weight, and taste its gall;

But shall we therefore cast away

The Christian’s light? I tell thee—nay.

The saints, who to their Saviour cleave,

In faith and in the Spirit live,

Unhurt by any ill or woe

Pass through their pilgrimage below;

Though things may sometimes fall out ill

Yet with them it is ever well.

Though they no gold have stor’d away,

They’ve God, and care not what men say,

Reject with joy, and aye despise

The world’s vain pomp and vanities;

Their honour is to hope and wait,

From God alone comes all their state.

The Christian, God as Father knows,

Can in His faithfulness repose;

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Whatever trial God may send,

Can’t separate him from his friend;

The more He smites, he loves the more,

Remaineth true, though chasten’d sore.

He only plays a hero’s part

Who cherishes within his heart

The Saviour’s love; whate’er betide,

Firm as a rock shall he abide

When heav’n and earth shall pass away;

Though men forsake, God’s word’s his stay.

The word of God beguiles our fears,

And turns to smiles our bitter tears;

It robs misfortune of the pow’r

Of hurting in the evil hour;

It brings the sadden’d heart relief,

When bow’d beneath the load of grief.

Now cease, I pray, your tale of woe:

Though full of grief this life below,

Still falleth to the Christian’s share

Salvation and God’s guardian care;

Who loves the Saviour, trusts in God,

Remains unmov’d beneath the rod.

As gold into the fire is cast,

And comes forth purified at last,

So saints supported by God’s grace

Uninjur’d through affliction pass;

A child his father’s child is still,

Although his father’s rod he feel.

Dear heart, chase all thy fears away,

On thy God’s faithfulness now stay,

Though smiting with His chast’ning rod,

He means it well, ’tis for thy good;

Confide in Him, His guiding hand

Will bring thee to the better land.

Live on according to His will,

Although the way be rough, be still!

In heav’n Thou hast a mansion fair,

Where joy will banish every care;

If here we to the Saviour cleave,

With Jesu’s angels shall we live.

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