910    L.M.     J. Kent
Reflecting on Past Enjoyment. Job. 29. 2, 3

1 O that my soul, as heretofore,
  Could with delight and love explore
  Those sacred sweets, in Jesus’ name,
  That once my raptured soul o’ercame!

2 Once I beheld his lovely face,
  As full of truth and full of grace;
  Ten thousand thousand suns were dim
  In lustre, when compared with him.

3 With his delights my soul was cheered,
  With raptures then his voice I heard;
  The word he spake was sweet to me;
  ’Twas, “Sinner, I have lovèd thee.”

4 But now those golden hours are fled,
  My spirit mourns, with sorrow fed;
  His promise in his word I see,
  But fear, alas! ’tis not for me.

5 O that my Sun, with cheering ray,
  Would chase these shades of night away;
  Then shall my soul arise and sing
  The healing virtue of his wing.