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Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1848 Excerpt: ...flame; But though thy courts delightful are, Dear though thy people are to me, I long for something better still, I would, my God, be nearer thee I OH! WHY ART THOU CAST DOWN, MY SOUL Oh! why art thou cast down, my soul, Why thus with grief opprest, Dost thou, in fretful mood, decline To take thy quiet rest? Dost thou not know, hast thou not heard, That He, who reigns above, Although a Lord of wondrous might, Is yet a God of love! He, as he pleaseth, raiseth one, And casts another down, One head he covereth with dust, Another with a crown; Yet not the less he loveth those, Whom he doth thus abase, But in his own appointed time, He them again shall raise! His wound is not the cruel smart, Inflicted by a foe, Nor doth he, without reason, vex The hapless child of woe! His is the kind physician''s probe, The father''s chastening rod, That heals the suffering mourner''s sore, And brings him back to God! Then, oh my soul do thou return Unto thy quiet rest, Nor longer be, by darksome doubts, Nor anxious fears opprest; Know, though dark clouds environ thee, And tempests thee appal, That He, who rides upon the storm, Is mightier than them all! HE WEEPS, THE GENTLE SAVIOUR WEEPS. JESUS WEPT. He weeps, the gentle Saviour weeps, And doth in inward spirit groan, But, though his cheek be wet with tears, He grieves for sorrows not his own; He weeps, that those so loved by him Should be with heavy woe opprest, Not for the dead the Lord of life Doth mourn, but for the mourning breast! He weeps, that in a world so fair, Sin should have come, and death with sin, That death and woe should triumph where, Life did in hope and joy begin; He weeps, this lovely earth of ours, Where every spot might blessings shed, Whose breast should teem with beauteous flowers, Thus to it...