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POEMS, SACRED AND MORAL.
O, soon may He, whose face more bright
The clouds of woe reveal,
Recal the eye's declining light,
The wounded spirit heal!
The clouds of woe reveal,
Recal the eye's declining light,
The wounded spirit heal!
Yet, for his hidden ways in vain
Our labouring thoughts explore;
Perchance He wills thy holy strain
To sound on earth no more.
Our labouring thoughts explore;
Perchance He wills thy holy strain
To sound on earth no more.
In sleep then unrepining lie,
If such be Heaven's decree,
Till, for "the twinkling of an eye"[1]
Thy master sleep with thee.
If such be Heaven's decree,
Till, for "the twinkling of an eye"[1]
Thy master sleep with thee.
A little while thy sleep prolong,
Till hence with him removed:
Then wake to raise the eternal song
Before the God he loved.
Till hence with him removed:
Then wake to raise the eternal song
Before the God he loved.
- ↑ I Cor. ch. xv. ver. 20.
