The angry waves his word obey d,
And all my fears were hush d to peace.
8 The peace is" his, and not my own ;
My heart (no better than before)
Is still to dreadful changes prone,
Then let me never trust it more.
88.
The Flood.
1 THOUGH small the drops of falling rain
If one be singly view d,
Collected, they o erspread the plain.
And form a mighty flood.
2 The house it meets with in its course
Should not be built on clay,
Lest, with a wild, resistless force,
It sweep the whole away.
3 Though for awhile it seem secure.
It will not bear the shock
Unless it has foundations sure,
And stands upon a rock.
4 Thus sinners think their evil deeds.
Like drops of rain, are small ;
But it the power of thought exceeds
To count the sum of all.
5 One sin can raise, though small it seem.
A flood to drown the soul ;
What then, when countless million stream-
Shall join to swell the whole!
6 Yet, while they think the weather fair,
If warn d they smile or frown :
But they will tremble and despair,
When the fierce flood comes down.
7 Oh! then on Jesus ground your hope.
That Stone in Zion laid ;
Lest your poor building quickly drop
With ruin on your head.
