I the High and Holy One ,
Isr el s God by all adored,
As thy Saviour will be known,
Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.
3 For a moment I withdrew,
And thy heart was fill d with pain ;
But my mercies I ll renew,
Thou shalt soon rejoice again :
Though I seem to hide my face,
Yery soon my wrath shall cease ;
Tis but for a moment s space,
Ending in eternal peace.
4 When my peaceful bow appears,
. Painted on the wat ry cloud ;
Tis to dissipate thy fears,
Lest the earth should be o erflow d :
Tis an emblem too of grace,
Of my cov nant love a sign ;
Though the mountains leave their place,
Thou shalt be for ever mine.
5 Though afflicted, tempest-toss d.
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art graven on my heart :
All thy wastes I will repair,
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear
What a God of love can do.
64.
The contrite Heart.—Isa. Ivii, 15. C.
1 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no ?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel ;
If aught is felt, tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
