Peace After A Storm.

When darkness long has veild my mind,     And smiling day once more appears;     Then, my Redeemer, then I find     The folly of my doubts and fears.     Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,     And blush that I should ever be     Thus prone to act so base a part,     Or harbour one hard thought of thee!     Oh! let me then at length be taught     What I am still so slow to learn;     That God is love, and changes not,     Nor knows the shadow of a turn.     Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!     But, when my faith is sharply tried,     I find myself a learner yet,     Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.     But, O my Lord, one look from thee     Subdues the disobedient will;     Drives doubt and discontent away,     And thy rebellious worm is still.     Thou art as ready to forgive     As I am ready to repine;     Thou, therefore, all the praise receive;     Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.