The Latter Part Of Habbakuk, Chapter III.

THE LATTER PART OF HABBAKUK, CHAPTER III.

BY THE SAME.

THO' in Judea's mead the verdant blade Nipt by ungenial frost full sudden fade; Tho' the ripe fig, pride of the garden gay, Touch'd by the sun's too fervid beam decay; Tho' fairer vines the raging whirlwind blast, And olives useless on the heap are cast; Tho' struck by Death the bleating firstlings fall, Vacant the fold, untenanted the stall; Yet still to Thee, Jehovah! Power supreme! My guide, my only hope, and constant theme! I lisp the feeble strain, and bow the knee, And own incessant Strength belongs to Thee! O let thy Love with rapture fill my breast, And lead thro' life's untrodden wilds — to Rest.