Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 1
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.
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 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.
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!