20.
The Valley of the Shadow of Death. C.
1 MY soul is sad and much dismay d ;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heavenly pilgrimage oppose !
2 See from the ever-burning lake,
How like a smoky cloud they riso !
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.
3 Their fiery arrows reach the mark,
My throbbing heart with anguish tear :
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.
4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord ;
Ah ! I would drive it from my breast,
With thy own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west.
5 Come then and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received !
Nor let the pow rs of darkness boast
That I am foil d and thou art grieved !
21.
The Storm is hushed.
1 Tis past the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all its fears !
And now I see returning light,
The Lord, my Sun, appears.
2 The tempter, who but lately said
I soon should be his prey,
Has heard my Saviour s voice, and fled
With shame and grief away.
3 Ah ! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face.
What has my soul endured ?
But now tis past, I feel thy grace,
And all my wounds are cured !
