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Deliverance Sure. Deut. 7. 22; 2 Cor. 12. 7-9

J. Hart   C.M.

1
The Lord assured the chosen race,
From Egypt’s bondage brought,
They should obtain the promised place;
And find the rest they sought.

2
[Strong nations now possess the land,
Yet yield not thou to doubt;
With arm outstretched, and mighty hand,
Thy God shall drive them out.

3
Not all at once, for fear thou find,
The ravenous beasts of prey
Rising upon thee from behind,
As dangerous foes as they.

4
By little and by little, he
Will chase them from thy sight;
Believers are not called, we see,
To sleep or play, but fight.

5
Spiritual pride, that rampant beast,
Would rear its haughty head;
True faith would soon be dispossessed,
And carelessness succeed.

6
Corruptions make the mourners shun
Presumption’s dangerous snare,
Force us to trust to Christ alone,
And fly to God by prayer.

7
By them we feel how low we’re lost,
And learn, in some degree,
How dear that great salvation cost,
Which comes to us so free.

8
If such a weight to every soul
Of sin and sorrow fall,
What love was that which took the whole,
And freely bore it all!]

9
O when will God our joy complete,
And make an end of sin?
When shall we walk the land, and meet
No Canaanite therein?

10
[Will this precede the day of death,
Or must we wait till then?
Ye struggling souls, be strong in faith,
And quit yourselves like men.]

11
Our dear Deliverer’s love is such,
He cannot long delay;
Meantime, that foe can’t boast of much,
Who makes us watch and pray.