The bitter is sweet,
The med cine is food;
Though painful at present,
Twill cease before long,
And then, ! how pleasant
The conqueror s song!
38.
Questions to Unbelief.
1 IF to Jesus for relief
My soul has fled by pray r,
Why should I give way to grief,
Or heart-consuming care ?
Are not all things in his hand ?
Has he not his promise pass d ?
Will he then regardless stand,
And let me sink at last ?
2 While I know his providence
Disposes each event,
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to discontent ?
If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array,
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eye away ?
3 When his name was quite unknown,
And sin my life employ d,
Then he watch d me as his own,
Or I had been destroy d !
Now his mercy-seat I know.
Now by grace am reconciled ;
Would he spare me while a foe,
To leave me when a child ?
4 If he all my wants supplied
When I disdain d to pray ;
Now his Spirit is my guide,
How can he say me nay?
If he would not give me up
When my soul against him fought.
