Onward and Upward by Charlotte Elliot

My soul followeth hard after Thee."— Psa/m Ixiii 8. 

I LOOK to Thee ! I hope in Thee ! 

I glory in Thy name ! 
I make Thy righteousness my plea, 

Thou all-atoning Lamb ! 
Methinks e'en death yfiW welcome be, 
That I, through death, may pass to Thee. 

Though now but " darkly through a glass " 

Thy beauty I behold, 
E'en the faint image I can trace 

Fills me with joy untold; 
May I but catch one glimpse of Thee, 
None, none beside I ask to see. 

" Thou art my portion," saith' my soul. 

My all in earth or heaven ; 
None but Thyself can make me whole, 

No name but Thine is given 
At which the gates of pearl fly wide — 
The passport of the justified. 

I know Thy voice — I strive to keep 

Thy Word within my heart; 
Though the most worthless of Thy sheep, 

Still Thou my Shepherd art; 
Firm as a rock that word shall stand, 
None, none shall pluck me from Thy hand. 

"Without repentance are Thy gifts;" 
This thought my hope sustains. 

In deep distress my soul uplifts, 
When sin the victory gains ; 

My faith, though weak, shall never fail ; 

Thy prayer shall e'en for me prevail. 

When I Thy glory shall behold, 

And see Thee face to face, 
Sheltered in Thy celestial fold, 

"A sinner saved by grace," 
What will it be Thy love to adore, 
Assured I shall " go out no more ?"

 

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