The North Transept: The Psalms XVIII

I sought and found but bitterness — and now,
Blest Tree of Calvary, do thou abide
In the deep fount whence our affections flow,
Which else were Marah. How hast thou supplied
Light 'mid my wanderings, and at my side
Rais'd dearest friends, pitying my lost estate,
In whom I something of Thy light descried,
And learn'd of them my former self to hate,
Led onward by the hand toward the heavenly gate !