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Wheeling round in airy rings,
In the fastness of the rock Hidden from the tempest's shock, Shall thy peaceful dwelling be Wrapt in blest security. Far above the din and strife Of the busy worldling's life; Streams of living waters roll, Through thy dry and thirsty soul; While to feed thee shall be given From on high the bread of Heaven. Soon with joy thou shalt behold Zion with her streets of gold; And to Christ thy glorious king, Songs of praise for ever sing.
“And the flood was forty days upon the earth; and the waters increased, and bare up the ark, and it was lift up above the earth.
“And the waters prevailed, and were increased greatly upon the earth; and the ark went upon the face of the waters.
“And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered.
Fifteen cubits upward did the waters prevail; and the mountains were covered."-Gen, vii. 17–20.
The clouds grow darker, and the angry sky
A heavy torrent of destruction pours ; The proud waves rear their crested heads on
high, And louder still the deafening tempest
roars; Yet on the rolling ocean's stormy breast, There floats a quiet home of peace and rest.
Higher the waters rise, and every hill,
And lofty mountain-top is lost to sight; The heavy clouds pour forth a deluge still,
Changing the light of day to gloomy night; Still floats the ark the raging sea above, Around her flows the oil of peace and love.
Poor fearful soul! why tremble at the wave,
The heaving billow, and the tempest's sweep, Why dread the stormy sea, which seems to lave
Thy fainting spirit in affliction's deep? Know thou, that love divine directs the dart, Which sends such anguish thro' thy bleeding
Jesus would draw thee nearer to the side,
That poured for thee a stream of crimson dye; Love flowed in every drop of that dark tide, Which purchased thee to dwell with Him on
high; Cleave then to Him, abide in His embrace, Glorious He soon shall come and see thee face
RETURN TO ME.
“I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and as a cloud, thy sins; retnrn unto me for I have redeemed thee.”—Isa. xliv. 22.
By nature prone to go astray,
Though stained with sin, my robe defiled,
Alas! this weak and fleshly heart