Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/"I will be Glad in the Lord"

"I Will Be Glad in the Lord."

Psalm civ. 34.

When morning's first and hallowed ray Breaks with its trembling light,To chase the pearly dews away, Bright tear-drops of the night:

My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove, But rises gladly free,On wings of everlasting love, And finds its home in Thee.

When evening's silent shades descend, And Nature sinks to rest,Still to my Father and my Friend My wishes are addressed.

Though tears may dim my hours of joy, And hid my pleasures flee,Thou reign'st where grief can not annoy, I will be glad in Thee.

And e'en when midnight's solemn gloom, Above, around, is spread,Sweet dreams of everlasting bloom Are hovering o'er my head.

I dream of that fair land, O Lord, Where all Thy saints shall be;I wake to lean upon Thy Word, And still delight in Thee.