Arise Ye Toom And Void Can I count the breaths that I have breathed? Have the stars been counted to a number small? For the seasons of His love shall also never wane. And the depth of His pleasure shan't ebb one strain. Can the clouds be stood upon and one not fall? Can the seas be fathomed by a wooden bowl? If so then can ye drink the wine of pleasure till its toom And find the dregs of the limitless and the unknown. For the sea of God's pleasures have never been, Fully fathomed by the limit of human sin. All the delight man has attained in his life, Is but contrivance in view of everlasting delight. In the hand of God are pleasures everlasting. The depth of man is but a mist that is passing. Why doth man fret and repine against The Master When he knows this time of his passes faster. Oh ye poor wretch wake and come alive And Christ who is on high shall give thee life. Oh ye broken vessels toom and void, Abandon to yourselves to Christ, now overjoyed. -GS
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