'Tis past -- the dreadful stormy night Is gone, with all its fears! And now I see returning light -- The Lord, my Sun, appears. The tempter, who but lately said, I soon should be his prey, Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled With shame and grief away. Ah! Lord, since Thou didst hide Thy face, What has my soul endur'd? But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace, And all my wounds are cur'd! Oh wondrous change! but just before Despair beset me round, I heard the Lion's horrid roar, And trembled at the sound. Before corruption, guilt, and fear, My comforts blasted fell; And unbelief discover'd near The dreadful depths of hell. But Jesus pitied my distress, He heard my feeble cry, Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, And brought salvation nigh. Beneath the banner of His love I now secure remain; The tempter frets, but dares not move, To break my peace again. Lord, since Thou thus hast broke my bands, And set the captive free, I would devote my tongue, my hands, My heart, my all, to Thee. |