As one who pausing on the tedious slope Of some high mountain, thoughtfully looks back On the long, painful, and uncertain track His feet have trodden:--then, with awe and hope Commingled, gazes where, beyond the scope Of utmost vision, majestically dread, Its "cloud-capt" summit rises over-head--
So stand I now!--Henceforward I must cope With greater perils, with less outward aid. Father! who hast in mercy hitherto, And love and pity guided, bear me through! Well may I, when I ponder, be dismayed; My purity is sin--my strength is dust-- Nor dare I but in Thine own promise trust!