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298 1 MY soul is sad and much dismay d ; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, My heavenly pilgrimage oppose !

2 See from the ever-burning lake, How like a smoky cloud they riso ! With horrid blasts my soul they shake, With storms of blasphemies and lies.

3 Their fiery arrows reach the mark, My throbbing heart with anguish tear : Each lights upon a kindred spark, And finds abundant fuel there.

4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord ; Ah ! I would drive it from my breast, With thy own sharp two-edged sword, Far as the east is from the west.

5 Come then and chase the cruel host, Heal the deep wounds I have received ! Nor let the pow rs of darkness boast That I am foil d and thou art grieved !

1 Tis past the dreadful stormy night Is gone, with all its fears ! And now I see returning light, The Lord, my Sun, appears.

2 The tempter, who but lately said I soon should be his prey, Has heard my Saviour s voice, and fled With shame and grief away.

3 Ah ! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face. What has my soul endured ? But now tis past, I feel thy grace, And all my wounds are cured !