THE EXCEEDING GOOD LAND.
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A whisper floated by me,
"Behold, he walks in darkness!
A murmurer who wanders
Beneath deserved wrath."
"Behold, he walks in darkness!
A murmurer who wanders
Beneath deserved wrath."
I said, "O heart, take courage!
Christ met thy worst deservings;
Why dost thou fret and murmur?
Thine enemy is fled.
Rise up! be strong, be faithful,
Thy Father watches o'er thee.
The sky has changed; but wherefore
Art thou thyself so sad?"
Christ met thy worst deservings;
Why dost thou fret and murmur?
Thine enemy is fled.
Rise up! be strong, be faithful,
Thy Father watches o'er thee.
The sky has changed; but wherefore
Art thou thyself so sad?"
Cried my Accuser, "Rebel
Against such grace and mercy!
Wert thou a child of heaven,
Now would thy help appear:
Cease then to cry, 'My Father.'"
And the wild rocks round me echoed,
'Mid the roaring of the torrent,
"Thy Father will not hear."
Against such grace and mercy!
Wert thou a child of heaven,
Now would thy help appear:
Cease then to cry, 'My Father.'"
And the wild rocks round me echoed,
'Mid the roaring of the torrent,
"Thy Father will not hear."
I looked into the darkness,
Then upward to the mountain;
I knew the fiend's false whisper,
In the silence drear and chill:
Then upward to the mountain;
I knew the fiend's false whisper,
In the silence drear and chill: