The longer on earth a saint remains,
The stronger grows desire for heaven;
The body feels its aging pains,
And more to God’s own side he’s driven.

The heavier load of life directs
The sight of faith to things above;
To Jesus’ cross my trial connects,
To service the Holy Spirit drove.

Oh, Lord Messiah, come for me!
Break open the clouds with angels’ shout!
The humble soul would soon see
The end of Satan’s and saints’ dispute!


Describe how your difficulties have increased your desire for eternal things.

The sundial marks only hours that shine,
The clouds make no shadow upon its face,
The night can never draw a single line,
Nor can the raging storm leave a trace.

Though trials and strains afflict a happy soul,
And make it stronger, as the work of God,
The worst can’t bend or bow the illumined goal
To live the heavenly joy by sorrow unflawed.


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