IV. The Taunt.
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"'Wilt thou leave me thus,' I cried, 'Whelm'd beneath the rolling tide?' Ah! return and love me still; See me subject to Thy will; Frown with wrath, or smile with grace, Only let me see Thy face! Evil I have none to fear, All is good, if Thou art near. King, and Lord, whom I adore, Shall I see Thy face no more?" —Madame Guyon.
"There is a persecution sharper than that of the axe. There is an iron that goes into the heart deeper than the knife. Cruel sneers, and sarcasms, and pitiless judgments, and cold-hearted calumnies—these are persecution."
"My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?"—Verse 3.