I, even I, am He that comforteth you. Isaiah 2:12 <br /> <br />Sweet is the solace of Thy love, <br />My Heavenly Friend, to me, <br />While through the hidden way of faith <br />I journey home with Thee, <br />Learning by quiet thankfulness <br />As a dear child to be. <br /> <br />Though from the shadow of Thy peace <br />My feet would often stray, <br />Thy mercy follows all my steps, <br />And will not turn away; <br />Yea, thou wilt comfort me at last, <br />As none beneath Thee may. <br /> <br />Oft in a dark and lonely place, <br />I hush my hastened breath, <br />To hear the comfortable words <br />Thy loving Spirit saith; <br />And feel my safety in Thy hand <br />From every kind of death. <br /> <br />O there is nothing in the world <br />To weigh against Thy will; <br />Even the dark times I dread the most <br />Thy covenant filfil; <br />And when the pleasant morning dawns <br />I find Thee with me still. <br /> <br />Then in the secret of my soul, <br />Though hosts my peace invade, <br />Though through a waste and weary land <br />My lonely way he made, <br />Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort me <br />I need not be afraid. <br /> <br />Still in the solitary place <br />I would awhile abide, <br />Till with the solace of Thy love <br />My heart is satisfied; <br />And all my hopes of happiness <br />Stay calmly at Thy side.<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Waring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-is-the-solace-of-thy-love/
