Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? Psalms 139:7. Answer. To Christ, who is my never-failing refuge and rest.
For though my sins and the law are always accusing me, yet when I plead guilty, not only in what I am accused of, but in all other things, and look upon myself as justified and perfect in Christ, I find true rest. But suffering a little self-righteousness, or some earthly desires to steal into my heart again, my peace is presently disturbed. O Lord, let my desires be only after thee, and grant that I may always find rest.
Jesus, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun.
He is my soul’s sweet morning star,
And he my rising sun.
The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers am his.
My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word.
Run up with joy the shining way
To embrace my dearest Lord.