SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE.
|But the word of the Lord endureth forever. And this is the word which by the Gospel is preached unto you.| -- I Pet.1:25.
|Das Leben ist gleich einem Traum.|
transl., Sarah Findlater, 1858
This life is like a flying dream,
Or like the vapor from the stream,
Or like the grass that grows to-day,
But fades away,
When winds across it roughly play.
Only Thyself, my God, art now
Just as Thou wert -- my Refuge Thou --
Though rock and mountain be destroyed,
There is no void,
With Thy loved presence still enjoyed.
Thus sojourning in this low scene,
Upon my Saviour I would lean,
And learn as moments quickly fly,
Self to deny,
Dead to the world, before I die.
Vain joys, away! yea, spread your wings!
For I have tasted better things.
I seek a portion all divine,
Ever to shine;
Lord Jesus make me wholly Thine.