Thursday's Thoughts: Eternal Power Of Earth And Air!

 

"But God shows and clearly proves His own love for us by
 the fact that while we were still sinners, Christ the Messiah
died for us. Therefore, since we are now justified by Christ's blood,
how much more certain is it that we shall be saved by Him
from the indignation and wrath of God."
(Romans 5:8-9)

The North Yorkshire Moors
England
Photograph courtesy/Pinterest

Eternal Power, of earth and air!

Unseen, yet seen in all around,

Remote, but dwelling everywhere,

Though silent, heard in every sound.

If e'er Thine ear in mercy bent,

When wretched mortals cried to Thee,

And if, indeed, Thy Son was sent,

To save lost sinners such as me:

Then hear me now, while, kneeling here,

I lift to Thee my heart and eye,

And all my soul ascends in prayer,

O give me, give me, faith! I cry.

Without some glimmering in my heart,

I could not raise this fervent prayer;

But, oh! a stronger light impart,

And in Thy mercy fix it there. 

While faith is with me, I am blest;

It turns my darkest night to day;

But while I clasp it to my breast,

I often feel it slide away.

Then, cold and dark, my spirit sinks,

To see my light of life depart;

And every fiend of Hell methinks,

Enjoys the anguish of my heart.

What shall I do, if all my love,

My hopes, my toil, are cast away,

And if there be no God above,

To hear and bless me when I pray?

If this be vain delusion all,

If death be an eternal sleep,

And none can hear my secret call,

Or see the silent tears I weep!

Oh, help me, God! For Thou alone

Canst my distracted soul relieve;

Forsake it not: it is Thine own,

Though weak, yet longing to believe.

Oh, drive these cruel doubts away;

And make me know, that Thou art God!

A faith, that shines by night and day,

Will lighten every earthly load.

If I believe that Jesus died,

And, waking, rose to reign above;

Then surely sorrow, sin, and pride,

Must yield to peace and hope and love.

And all the blessed words He said

With strength and holy joy impart:

A shield of safety o'er my head,

A spring of comfort in my heart.

A sketch of Anne by her sister Charlotte

(1845)

"Eternal Power Of Earth And Air!"
(1843)
Anne Bronte
(1820-1849)

Anne was the youngest daughter of Patrick Bronte, an Irish Anglican
 minister and the sister of writers Emily and Charlotte Bronte.
She also had a brother, Branwell Bronte, a poet and portrait painter.
Perhaps the most famous literary family of mid-19th century 
England, the three sisters often wrote stories and poems 
under the pseudonym of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.