Speak Ye Comfortably To Jerusalem

Dear Sir,

The few lines now sent were written after visiting two poor distressed aged females, who lived in a garret in Doctor’s Commons, and who complained much of the roughness of the path through which they were called to pass. On my second visit I read these verses to them, which, from their own statement, was made a blessing to them. They have long since been called into an eternal world, and though poor and destitute in this world, in temporal matters, they were rich in faith, and I have no doubt they are now singing the high praises of a covenant God—where all sorrow and sighing, is for ever done away.

Should these lines be deemed worthy of a place in your “Vessel,” they are at your service.

Yours, truly,

J. F. (1846)

Why, tempted soul, complain
Against thy Father, God?
Why gloomy thus remain,
Because thou feel’st his rod?
Shall not the Judge of all do well,

Who snatched thee from the gates of hell?

He will not always chide,
Nor show a frowning face;
But own thee as his bride,
And cheer thee with his grace!

Tis for thy good he treats thee thus,
And can’st thou think this path a cross?

This is the good old way
The saints of old did go,
And this must be thy way,

If thou wouldst reach there too:
Dream not of flowery beds of ease,
Since some have passed through bloody seas.

What tho’ the road be hard,
And nature seems to shrink;
The God of Hosts thy guard,
He will not see thee sink:

Stand fast, thou tempted soul, stand fast,
Thy God will cheer thy soul at last.

He faithful is, and true,
To all the chosen race;
And he will bring thee through
The furnace to his grace.

Like gold is tried, he’ll try thy faith,
And thou shalt conquer by his death.

Why then, poor soul, complain?
And why give way to fear?
He knows what thou canst bear,
And thou shalt have no more.
For as thy day thy strength shall be,
And thou shalt his salvation see.

What though thy faith seem small,
And much beset with fears:
His grace shall sweeten all,
And drive away thy cares.
“One look from me would cheer thy heart,
And I will grace to thee impart.”

Lord! ’tis enough! my soul’s at rest,
And I shall see thy face;
For thou hast said my heart thou’lt cheer,
And keep me by thy grace.
Blow on ye winds, ye tempests roar,
Since Jesus smiles, I’ll fear no more.

When he has tried my faith,
I shall as gold come forth;
For Jesus to me saith,

I will thy soul support.
Come sickness, sorrow, pain, or death,
Ye cannot touch my soul, ’tis safe.

Lord, give me patience then,
To wait thy sovereign will;
Whatever trials may come,
Oh, that I may be still;­

And wait, and watch thy hand, my God,
And trace thy footsteps alI the road.

Then shall my heart rejoice,
Tho’ rough may be the way:
If I can hear thy voice
Behind me thus to say:

“This is the way, press onward still,
Until you reach yon heavenly hill.

“Where all my chosen sheep
In robes of victory shine,
They bow before my feet,
I saved them, they are mine!
Without thee they are not complete,
For thou must worship near my feet.

A few more weary hours,
Before thou reach thy home,
Then shout with all thy powers,
Thy Lord will surely come!
For thou shalt conquer through his blood,
And he will bring thee home to God.

Farewell, all earthly friends,
My soul is on the wing;
I see my Jesus stands,
My soul to welcome in:
I mount above all earthly joys,

To sing my dear Redeemer’s praise.

April, 1827. J. F.


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