There is a nighttime of the soul,
When tempests rest and storm-clouds roll;
The troubled spirit looks on high,
But thunder lowers along the sky;
It turns to earth and looks around,
But not a refuge there is found;
Frighted, it turns its eye within,
And sees a loathsome heart of s in:
God seems to frown upon its grief,
And man can give it no relief.
And were it not, that hope is given
To every soul beneath the heaven,
And were it not, a Saviour’s veins
Flow’d to assuage these deadly pains,
No soul could long endure the woe,
When all above and all below,
And all without and all within,
Seem leagued to be the scourge of sin.
It is, as though the sinner’s doom
Waited not for the sealing tomb;
It is as though the sting of hell
Within a living heart might dwell.
Blessed be God for the rainbow of peace,
That over the hill of Calvary bends;
And bids the storm and the thunder cease,
And smiles as the penitent tear descends: The rainbow of peace, that in such an hour,
Made by the sun of a Saviour’s love,
Arches the sweet repentant shower,
And lightens the threatening storm above.
Never, oh never, within the heart,
Be a thought that would make this peace depart,
For who that has felt the asp-like pain
Would yield himself to sin again ?
(James Edmeston)
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