It is both like him and 'tis not,
And yet indeed 'tis he.
The thing that flll'd his eyes with light,
And there divinely glow'd,
That thing it was the spirit bright,
And now it lives with God.
Then think how fair that soul must be
Which gives such grace to clay;
And think how too there glows in thee
The same celestial ray.
All beaming like a seraph bright,
It lives thy breast within,
And nought can quench that spirit's light
Except the breath of sin.
Oh, would'st thou then undimm'd maintain
The lustre of the soul,
Each evil thought thou must restrain,
Each sinful wish control.
And be it now thine anxious care,
As then thy joy 'twill be,
To give it back to God as fair
As when he gave it thee.
13. Jesus walking upon the Sea.
The waves are breaking snowy white
On the lake of Galilee,
The howling wind throughout the night
Upheaves the raging sea.
