Lo! through the gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace; The Sun of Righteousness appears In Jesus’ reconciling face. My suffering, slain, and risen Lord! In deep _distress_ I turn to Thee-- I claim acceptance in thy word, My God! my God! forsake not me! _James Montgomery._ Teach me in times of deep _distress_ To own Thy hand, my God! And in submissive silence learn The lessons of Thy rod. _Heginbotham._ DOUBT. And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some _doubted_.--Matthew, xxviii. 17. Then came the Jews round about Him, and said unto Him, How long dost thou make us to _doubt_? If thou be the Christ, tell us plainly.--John, x. 24. Now when the high priest and the captain of the temple, and the chief priests heard these things, they _doubted_ of them whereunto this would grow.--Acts, v. 24. Attempt the end, and never stand to _doubt_; Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out. _Herrick._ But desperate is their doom whom _doubt_ has driven To censure fate, and pious hope forego; Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven, Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, But frown on all who pass, a monument of woe. _Beattie._ Ah! thou knowest not the war of struggling thought That agitates my soul. I find in all Some peril still to dread. I choose, and then My choice repent; and then again regret Having repented; while protracted _doubt_ Wearies her mind, so that the ill from good No longer I distinguish; till at length The flight of time impels me to the worst! _From the Italian of Pietre Metastasio._ _Doubt!_ anarch old, that staggers all-- The mighty vulgar as the small, Claims from all hearts th’ allegiance won, Yet satisfaction gives to none; And still resisted, still must reign, Dreaded, abhorred, reviled in vain; Sole tyrant he, that still must thrive, While any of his subjects live; The stoutest arm he fastest binds, Still strongest in the strongest minds; Who struggles hardest, suffers most; And tightens bands be cannot burst. _C. C. Colton._ DREAD--DREADFUL. Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his _dread_ fall upon you?--Job, xiii. 11. Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy _dread_ make me afraid.--Job, xiii. 21. They were so high, that they were _dreadful_.--Ezekiel, i. 18. I am a great King, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is _dreadful_ among the heathen.--Malachi, i. 14.