Christian Treasury: Volume 8, Faith’s Paradoxes (6:10)
"Sorrowful, yet alway rejoicing.”
2 Cor. 6:10
2CO 6:10
I often weep, yet I am not sad;Often in sorrow, I yet am glad;Chastened sore, yet I shall not die;Poor I am, yet how rich am I!Naked, yet clothed in fairest dress;Nothing I have, yet I all possess.
Losses and troubles upon me rain;I count the losses my richest gain;I am a fool in the world's esteem;Folly and madness, my choice they deem;Christ's reproach is my richest prize;God's folly makes me divinely wise.
I pass through rivers, yet am not drowned;I walk the waves as on solid ground;The hottest fires cannot singe or burn;The hosts of darkness cannot o'erturn;While He that dwelt in the bush is near,And God is with me, what should I fear?
Say, is the devil more strong than God?Or Pharaoh's scepter than Moses's rod?Lo! in the river and in the sea,In the hot furnace, He's still with me;In the dark valley, and in the grave,Jehovah-Jesus is strong to save.
Soon shall the weary night be o'er,The sun will rise to set no more;Soon shall the winter's cold rain be past,The turtle be heard in the land at last;And soon shall the glorious Bridegroom say,"Arise, My fair one, and come away.”
Oh, what a moment the past will seem,Vanished away like a troubled dream!Not worth a sigh will its grief be thought,When to His presence we're safely brought;Praise our employment ceaseless be,Chiefest among ten thousand He!
J. G. D.
"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?”
Matthew 6:26