A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“Oh that my words . . . were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!” —Job 19:24


All is not lost.
The cause is not so far to doom
to overstep the cost.

When shall the fall be stayed,
that rushes ever Hell’s abyss,
headlong down?

Faith, I know not.
But He is faithful catching those
who will.

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