782    C.M.     J. Hart
Deliverance Sure. Deut. 7. 22; 2 Cor. 12. 7-9

1 The Lord assured the chosen race,
  From Egypt’s bondage brought,
  They should obtain the promised place;
  And find the rest they sought.

2 [Strong nations now possess the land,
  Yet yield not thou to doubt;
  With arm outstretched, and mighty hand,
  Thy God shall drive them out.

3 Not all at once, for fear thou find,
  The ravenous beasts of prey
  Rising upon thee from behind,
  As dangerous foes as they.

4 By little and by little, he
  Will chase them from thy sight;
  Believers are not called, we see,
  To sleep or play, but fight.

5 Spiritual pride, that rampant beast,
  Would rear its haughty head;
  True faith would soon be dispossessed,
  And carelessness succeed.

6 Corruptions make the mourners shun
  Presumption’s dangerous snare,
  Force us to trust to Christ alone,
  And fly to God by prayer.

7 By them we feel how low we’re lost,
  And learn, in some degree,
  How dear that great salvation cost,
  Which comes to us so free.

8 If such a weight to every soul
  Of sin and sorrow fall,
  What love was that which took the whole,
  And freely bore it all!]

9 O when will God our joy complete,
  And make an end of sin?
  When shall we walk the land, and meet
  No Canaanite therein?

10 [Will this precede the day of death,
  Or must we wait till then?
  Ye struggling souls, be strong in faith,
  And quit yourselves like men.]

11 Our dear Deliverer’s love is such,
  He cannot long delay;
  Meantime, that foe can’t boast of much,
  Who makes us watch and pray.