Poems (Angier)/The Mount
THE MOUNT.
When anxious cares corrode the breast,And sad forebodings rise;When sore temptations me molest,And sorrow robs me of my rest;Jesus! I trembling look to Thee,And tearful turn to Calvary.
When griefs assail, and trials come,When anguish aims its dart;When earthly hopes have found a tomb—Sweet thoughts of Heaven dispel my gloomFor, Jesus! then I look to thee,And prayerful turn to Calvary.
When foes are fierce, friends found untrue,When all is dark and drear;I think on grace, and glory too—How conquest out of conflict grew,And, Jesus! then I look to Thee,And grateful turn to Calvary.
When feeble pulses, beating slow,Warn of life's waning hour;Then, Jesus! may I joyful know,That Thou canst dying grace bestow;That not in vain I've looked to Thee—And turned in faith to Calvary.
What rapture o'er the soul will steal,When through Eternity;This Jesus shall his love reveal,Who died the heart's deep wounds to healSalvation's stream still flows from Thee,O! sacred, blood-stained Calvary.
Thou Holy Mount! from thee we learnOur daily cross to bear;When burdens press, to thee we turn,And find new zeal within us burn:Then never let forgotten beThe debt we owe to Calvary.