A Complaint.
8.6.8.6

James Montgomery

A Complaint.

In spirit when I took my flight

Above the mount, to see

My Lord, transfigured in the light

Of His own Deity: --

I cried, not knowing what I said,

"'Tis good to tarry here!"

But, when the heavenly vision fled,

Transport gave way to fear.

No longer counting all things loss,

To glory in His name,

I thought it hard to bear the cross,

Hard to despise the shame.

Ah! thus, my soul, it should not be;

Lord Jesus! hear my prayer;

Give me a heart to follow Thee

All times, and every where.

Let but Thy presence with me go,

Thy love be my delight,

Then shall I walk, through weal or woe,

By faith, and not by sight.

hymn clxxx surrender of all
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