UK Bible Students Website. Poem for the Day
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GOD’S
ANVIL | ||||||||
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PAIN’S,
furnace-heat within me quivers, God
s breath upon the flame doth blow, And
all my heart in anguish shivers, And
trembles at the fiery glow; And
yet I whisper, As God will! And in His hottest fire hold still.
He
comes and lays my heart all heated, On
the hard anvil, minded so Into
His own fair shape to beat it, With the great hammer, blow on
blow; And
yet I whisper, As God will! And at His heaviest blows hold still.
He takes my softened
heart and beats it, The
sparks fly of at every blow; He
turns it o’er and o’er and heats it, And lets it cool, and makes it
glow; And
yet I whisper, As God will! And in His mighty hands hold still.
Why
should I murmur? for the sorrow Thus
only longer-lived would be; It’s
end will come, and will, tomorrow, When God has done His work in me; So
I say, trusting, As God will I And trusting to the end, hold still.
He
kindles, for my profit purely, Affliction’s
glowing fiery brand, And
all His heaviest blows are surely Inflicted
by a master hand; So I say, praying, As God will!
And hope in Him and suffer still.
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