Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 1
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HYMN I.
Saviour! When night involves the skies,
My soul adoring turns to Thee;
Thee, self-abased in mortal guise,
And wrapt in shades of death for me.
My soul adoring turns to Thee;
Thee, self-abased in mortal guise,
And wrapt in shades of death for me.
On Thee my bursting raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the East adorn;
Thee, Victor of the Grave and Hell,
Thee, source of Life's eternal Morn.
When crimson gleams the East adorn;
Thee, Victor of the Grave and Hell,
Thee, source of Life's eternal Morn.
When Noon her throne in light arrays,
To Thee my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, throned in Glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
To Thee my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, throned in Glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
O'er earth when shades of evening steal,
To Death and Thee my thoughts I give:
To Death, whose power I soon shall feel;
To Thee, with whom I trust to live!
To Death and Thee my thoughts I give:
To Death, whose power I soon shall feel;
To Thee, with whom I trust to live!