Now  wonder  turns  to  love  ;

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No  darksome  mazes  prove  ;
The  desert  tires  no  more  :
They  bathe  where  holy  waters  flow.
Then  on  their  way  rejoicing  go.
See  Acts  viu.  20-40.  a  Isaiah  liii.  6-8.
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They  part  to  meet  in  Heaven  ;

But  of  the  joy  they  share,
Absolving  and  forgiven,

The  sweet  remembrance  bear.
Yes — mark  him  well,  ye  cold  and  proud,
Bewilder'd  in  a  heartless  crowd,  eo

Starting  and  turning  pale

At  Rumour's  angry  din —
No  storm  can  now  assail
The  charm  he  wears  within,
Rejoicing  still,  and  doing  good.
And  with  the  thought  of  God  imbu'd.
No  glare  of  high  estate.
No  gloom  of  woe  or  want.
The  radiance  can  abate

Where  Heaven  delights  to  haunt :  70

Sin  only  hides  the  genial  ray.
And,  round  the  Cross,  makes  night  of  day.
Then  weep  it  from  thy  heart ;

So  mayst  thou  duly  learn
The  intercessor's  part.
Thy  prayers  and  tears  may  earn
For  fallen  souls  some  healing  breath.
Ere  they  have  died  th'  Apostate's  death.         78


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Beloved,  now  are  me  the  sons  of  God,  and  it  doth  not  yet  appear
what  we  shall  be  :  but  we  know  that,  when  He  shall  appear,  we
shall  be  like  Him  ;  for  we  shall  see  Him  as  He  is. — 1  St.  John  ili.  2.
There  are,  who  darkling  and  alone.
Would  wish  the  weary  night  were  gone.
