But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me :
God shall rise, and shining o er you,
Change to day the gloom of night ;
He the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light."
66.
The Trust of the Wicked and the Righteous compared. Jer. xvii, 5-8.
1 As parched in the barren sands,
Beneath a burning sky,
The worthless bramble with ring stands,
And only grows to die ;
2 Such is the sinner s awful case,
Who makes the world his trust,
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.
3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries his moisture up ;
He lives awhile, but bears no fruit,
Then dies without a hope.
4 But happy he whose hopes depend
Upon the Lord alone ;
The soul that trusts in such a Friend
Can ne er be overthrown.
5 Though gourds should wither, cisterns break.
And creature-comforts die,
No change his solid hope can shake,
Or stop his sure supply.
6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots
By constant streams are fed ;
Array d in green, and rich in fruits,
It rears its branching head.
7 It thrives though rain should be denied.
And drought around prevail ;
Tis planted by a river side
Whose waters cannot fail.
