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High as Thou art, Thou still art near
When suppliants succour crave; And as Thine ear is swift to hear,
Thy arm is strong to save.
THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.
“Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered."
Blest is the broken, bleeding heart,
For sin constrained to ache !
No more to bleed or break.
Blest are the eyes, whose burning tears
O'er past transgressions fall!
To dry, or light them all.
That broken heart, that tearful eye,
That pensive pilgrim guise,
That worldlings seek or prize.
Who has them, claims and titles has
Which none beside can own;
Pledges of more than eye
Or heart conceived or known.
Through clouds and sunshine, storm and calm,
He on to glory goes,
And bliss to crown its close.
The wise may slight, the proud may shun;
His God is with him still, And adds a zest to all his joys,
And lightens every ill.
Through Him he daily triumphs gains
O’er Satan, self, and sin;
A coal from heaven has touched his lips,
And filled his mouth with song ;
His fainting steps along.
his fadeless crown From Christ's own hand to win! The angels throng round heaven's high gate,
To hail the stranger in!
The silver cord is loosed at last,
The fettered soul takes wing ; Assumes its station fast by God,
His ceaseless praise to sing.
THE PILGRIM'S SONG.
“There remaineth a rest for the people of God." Heb. iv,
My rest is in heaven; my rest is not here ;
It is not for me to be seeking my bliss
The thorn and the thistle around me may grow :