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God's furnace doth in Zion stand ;
But Zion's God sits by, As the refiner views his gold
With an observant eye.
His thoughts are high, His love is wise,
His wounds a cure intend ; And, though He does not always smile, He loves unto the end. Cento by Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. 1780.
From John Mason. 1683.
Let Jacob to his Maker sing, And praise his great Redeeming King . Call'd by a new, a gracious Name, Let Israel loud his God proclaim.
He knows our souls in all their fears, And gently wipes our falling tears ; Forms trembling voices to a song, And bids the feeble heart be strong.
Then let the rivers swell around, And rising floods o'erflow the ground ; Rivers and floods and seas divide, And homage pay to Israel's Guide.
Then let the fires their rage display, And flaming terrors bar the way : Unburnt, unsinged, He leads them through, And makes the flames refreshing too.
The fires but on their bonds shall prey : The floods but wash their stains away ; And Grace Divine new trophies raise Amidst the deluge and the blaze.
Philip Doddridge. 1755.
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