A LANCASHIRE DOXOLOGY.
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Says the schoolboy, leaping in a wild delight
Over trunk and branches, "Fallen in the night!"
Over trunk and branches, "Fallen in the night!"
O thou Tree, thou glory of His hand who made
Nothing ever vainly, thou hast Him obeyed!
Lived thy life, and perished when and how He willed;—
Be all lamentation and all murmurs stilled.
To our last hour live we—fruitful, brave, upright,
'T will be a good ending, "Fallen in the night!"
Nothing ever vainly, thou hast Him obeyed!
Lived thy life, and perished when and how He willed;—
Be all lamentation and all murmurs stilled.
To our last hour live we—fruitful, brave, upright,
'T will be a good ending, "Fallen in the night!"
A LANCASHIRE DOXOLOGY.
"Some cotton has lately been imported into Farringdon, where the mills have been closed for a considerable time. The people, who were previously in the deepest distress, went out to meet the cotton: the women wept over the bales and kissed them, and finally sang the Doxology over them."
Spectator of May 14, 1863.
RAISE God from whom all blessings flow."Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
The Lord who takes,—the Lord who gives,—
O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
