CCXXXV. CHRIST'S Pity and Consolation for his troubled Disciples.

PEACE, all ye Sorrows of the Heart,
And all my Tears be dry;
That Christian ne'er can be forlorn,
That views his Jesus nigh.

"Let not your Bosoms throb, (he says)
"Nor be your Souls afraid:
"Trust in your GOD'S almighty Name,
"And trust your Saviour's Aid.

"Fair Mansions in my Father's House
"For all his Children wait;
"And I, your elder Brother, go
"To open wide the Gate.

"And if I thither go before
"A Dwelling to prepare,
"I surely shall return again,
"That I may fix you there.

"United in eternal Love,
"My Chosen shall remain,
"And with rejoicing Hearts shall share
"The Honours of my Reign".

Yes, Lord; thy gracious Words we hear,
And cordial Joys they bring:
Frail Nature may extort a Groan,
But Faith shall learn to sing.