FRAGMENT.
"Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God."—
Isaiah xl. 1.
FATHER! 'tis Thine Almighty Hand
That rules the tempest, stills the wave;
Who beckons to a holier land,
Which lies afar beyond the grave!
That rules the tempest, stills the wave;
Who beckons to a holier land,
Which lies afar beyond the grave!
Father! bow down, Thine ear incline,
In this, alas! our hour of woes.—
Father Almighty! just and kind,
Protect us from our earthly foes.
In this, alas! our hour of woes.—
Father Almighty! just and kind,
Protect us from our earthly foes.
We have ta'en up Thy sword and shield,—
Wide Thy snowy banner unfold,—
And for Thy fainting children's weal
On still we'll press toward the goal!
Wide Thy snowy banner unfold,—
And for Thy fainting children's weal
On still we'll press toward the goal!
Father! Thy children, to worlds unknown,
'Tis Thou alone can ever guide;—
That Heav'n's quiet rest may be our home
We'll stem with Thee death's awful tide!
'Tis Thou alone can ever guide;—
That Heav'n's quiet rest may be our home
We'll stem with Thee death's awful tide!
