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1 A present God is all our strength,
And all our joy and hope;
When he withdraws, our comforts die,
And every grace must droop.
2 But flattering trifles charm our hearts
To court their false embrace,
Till justly this neglected friend
Averts his angry face.
3 He leaves us and we miss him not;
But go presumptuous on,
Till baffled, wounded, and enslav'd,
We learn that God is gone.
4 And what, my soul, can then remain
One ray of light to give?
Sever'd from him, their better life,
How can his children live?
5 Hence, all ye painted forms of joy,
And leave my heart to mourn:
I would devote these eyes to tears,
Till chear'd by his return.
6 Look back, my Lord, and own the place,
Where once thy temple stood;
For lo, its ruins bear the mark
Of rich atoning blood.
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First Line: | A present God is all our strength |
Title: | The spirit of God insensibly withdrawn |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
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Topic: | Spirit: Withdrawn |