Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 3

by Thomas Gisborne

HYMN III.

 

When Groves by moonlight silence keep,
And Winds the vexed waves release,
And fields are hush'd, and cities sleep:
Lord! Is not that the hour of peace?

When Infancy at evening tries
By turns to climb each parent's knees,
And gazing meets their raptured eyes:
Lord! Is not that the hour of peace?

In golden pomp when autumn smiles;
And hill and dale its rich increase
By man's full barns exulting piles:
Lord! Is not that the hour of peace?

When mercy points where Jesus bleeds,
And Faith beholds thine anger cease,
And Hope to blank Despair succeeds:———
This, Father, this alone is Peace!