Wednesday Evening.
Reading edition
“Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees.
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—Heb. xii. 12.
O faint and feeble-hearted! Why thus cast down with fear? Fresh aid shall be imparted, Thy God unseen is near. His eye can never slumber, He marks thy cruel foes; Observes their strength, their number, And all thy weakness knows. Though heavy clouds of sorrow Make dark thy path to-day, There may shine forth to-morrow Once more a cheering ray. Doubts, griefs, and foes assailing, Conceal heaven’s fair abode; Yet now faith’s power prevailing Should stay thy mind on God.
