Never despair of a child. The one you weep the most for at the mercy-seat may fill your heart with the sweetest joys.
Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet, A guilty rebel lies; And upwards, to Thy mercy-seat, Presumes to lift his eyes.
The waters of salvation, welling forth from the mercy-seat above, have descended in copious floods fo refresh and bless the earth. And will you refuse to drink of the river of life which flows full and free before you, proffering health and gladness to your famished soul, because you cannot discover every thing pertaining to its source, far, far away in the recesses of the Eternal Mind?