Isaiah XLVI. v. 9

When I consider all the things that were,
And count them upwards from the general flood,
The tricks of fraud, and violent deeds of blood.
Weigh down the heart with sullen, dull despair.
I well believe that Satan, Prince of Air,
Torments to ill the pleasurable feeling ;
But ever and anon a breeze of healing
Proclaims that God is always everywhere.
'Twas hard to see Him in the times of old,
And harder still to see our God to-day ;
For prayer is slack, and love, alas ! is cold,
And Faith a wanderer, weak and wide astray :
Who hath the faith, the courage, to behold
God in the judgments that have pass'd away ?