“Thy judgements are like the great deep”

(The Saviour of the World, Vol V Book V Poem LXXX)

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“As fluttering birds just ’scaped the nest,
Half blinded, baffled, by wide air,
Make tiny flight, then sink to rest
Fall’n in some ditch which chances there;—
E’en so our timid fancies fare
In that vast ocean of deep thought
Thou launchest us upon;—scarce dare
We seize a hope we ne’er had sought,

Or hold secure the bliss that Word to men hath brought!

“I am the light,”—we think we see;
“I am the door,”—we peer within;
“I am the life,”—Lord, ever be
Our life to save from death of sin!
“I am the resurrection,”—win
We, for all our thinking, scarce
A hint of all enclosed within
The casket of that word; nay, worse,

Vain words of would-be faith, like Martha, we rehearse.

Psalm xxxvi. 6.

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