“_The fellowship of His sufferings_” PHIL. iii, 10.
“Digon mewn llifeiriant dyfroedd,”
IN the depth of tribulation,
Midst temptation’s hottest fire,
My Redeemer’s consolation
Answers all my heart’s desire.
In the desert dreading danger
And my covert enemy,
Faith reminds me of the manger
And the tree of Calvary.
When by Satan sorely tempted
To make earthly gain my goal,
Then, unless by grace prevented,
I am periling my soul.
O for help to keep attending
To the covenant of God,
And to fall asleep depending
On My Saviour’s precious Blood!
Lord, I come to Thee regretting
Not my mortal malady
Half so much as my besetting
Sin of self-sufficiency.
When I bow before Thy table,
Brighten Thou my sight to see
In Thy Rite The Veritable
Lamb of God Who died for me.