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And often, now, when sin or sorrow vexes,
And doubt and wonder hold my soul in thrall,
When all creation's travailing perplexes,
My thoughts revert to that unfinished ball.
And doubt and wonder hold my soul in thrall,
When all creation's travailing perplexes,
My thoughts revert to that unfinished ball.
And 'mid earth's seeming tangle and confusion,
Its mystery, anxiety and fret,
That seem all unlike life's desired conclusion,
I say afresh the words—"Not finished yet!"
Its mystery, anxiety and fret,
That seem all unlike life's desired conclusion,
I say afresh the words—"Not finished yet!"
Then precious grows the God-inspired assurance
That soon shall sound the glad note, "It is done!"
Mystery be finished, past all painful durance,
Wrong, trouble, death subdued to God's dear Son.
That soon shall sound the glad note, "It is done!"
Mystery be finished, past all painful durance,
Wrong, trouble, death subdued to God's dear Son.
Then shall the glory of the new creation
Be blessing unalloyed extending wide,
Far, far exceeding highest expectation,
Then shall desire be fully satisfied.
Be blessing unalloyed extending wide,
Far, far exceeding highest expectation,
Then shall desire be fully satisfied.
