LORD! when I seek Thy face, I feel I am but dust
Of morning. But the towering will That soars to heaven, is heavenly still And man, though clay, is spirit too.
Yes! I can feel that, though a clod Of the dark vale, there is a sense Of better things the fit abode
Of something tending up to God - A germ of pure intelligence.
I know not how the Eternal hand
Has moulded man -but this I know,
That whilst 'mid earth's strange scenes I stand, Bright visions of a better land
Go with me still, where'er I go.
And surely dreams so pure, so sweet, Friendly to hope and joy and worth, Are not the phantoms of deceit, Delusions sent to blind, to cheat The weary, wandering sons of earth.
My God! we are Thine offspring — time Is but our infancy — the earth
Our cradle-but our home 's a clime
Eternal, sorrowless, sublime
Heaven is the country of our birth!
WHY should we fear? waking or sleeping, Man is alike in Thy holy keeping, Let him not shrink though his bark be driven By the rude storm - let nought alarm him; The tempest may burst, but cannot harm him; Safely he steers to his port in heaven.
God is around us, o'er us, near us, What have his children then to fear? Is He not always present to hear us, Willing to grant, as willing to hear?
My God! my Father! on Thee will I rest Rest with unbounded confidence on Thee; No slavish fears shall now inthrall my breast;
I stand erect in holiest liberty.
Thou dwell'st in light unsearchable- and here Thy children in a night of darkness roam; But earth shall not detain the wanderer; Heaven is his destiny, and heaven his home. There peace and love, in holiest union bound, Shall gild with everlasting smiles the scene, And God's pure presence, scattering light around, Fill every heart with joy and bliss serene.
MAN's hopes and fears may seem confined, to him Whose vision stretches not o'er mortal things; But the most distant star's invisible beam,
Or comet, in his farthest journeyings,
Or all the extent which philosophic ken Has given to infinite space, th' elastic soul Springs over! These, and more than these, in vain Her free and untried wanderings would control. At will, she travels on from sun to sun System to system - peoples as she flies Unnumbered stars an all-creating one! Dives into nature's deepest mysteries;
Unlocks the gates of death, and holds communion With spirits of the just; and yet this spark, So bright and beautiful, is held in union With mortal clay; - unintellectual, dark,- And seems to perish. It can perish never! Born of the heavens, again to heaven it speeds.
To dwell in its own home to shine forever, Divested of its dull and mortal weeds!
FROM the recesses of a lowly spirit
My humble prayer ascends-O Father! hear it: Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive its weakness.
I know, I feel, how mean and how unworthy The trembling sacrifice I pour before Thee; What can I offer in Thy presence holy, But sin and folly?
For in Thy sight, who every bosom viewest, Cold are our warmest vows, and vain our truest; Thoughts of a hurrying hour, our lips repeat them, Our hearts forget them.
We see Thy hand it leads us, it supports us ; We hear Thy voice- it counsels and it courts us; And then we turn away — and still Thy kindness Pardons our blindness.
And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is glowing, Fruits ripen round, flowers are beneath us blowing, And, as if man were some deserving creature, Joys cover nature.
O, how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightest To win with love the wandering-Thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors.
Who can resist Thy gentle call, appealing
To every generous thought, and grateful feeling? That voice paternal, whispering, watching ever My bosom?
Father and Saviour! plant within that bosom These seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal.
Then place them in those everlasting gardens, Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens ; Where every flower that creeps through death's dark portal
THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION.
OURS is a lovely world! how fair Thy beauties, even on earth, appear! The seasons in their courses fall, And bring successive joys: the sea, The earth, the sky, are full of thee, Benignant, glorious LORD OF ALL.
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