Poems (Hornblower)/Hymn (Let me not wander comfortless)
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HYMN.
Let me not wander comfortless, My Father, far from Thee;But still beneath thy guardian wing In holy quiet be.
The storms of grief, the tears of woe, Soothed by thy love, shall cease;And all the trembling spirit breathe A deep, unbroken peace.
The power of prayer shall o'er me shed A soft, celestial calm;Sweeter than evening's twilight dew, My sold shall think its balm.
For there the still, small voice shall speak Thy great, thy boundless love,And angel-forms the mourner call To the bright realms above.
I hear that call, ah yes! I hear Those tones so fondly loved;And to that bright and sinless world, I know he is removed.
The beaming of his smile is gone, The yearning heart is vain;A brother and a friend I lose, Whom I may ne'er regain.
To that blest world, to that blest world, My weeping thoughts shall flee;Shall follow him, so long beloved, To immortality.
A little time, not comfortless, Beneath Thy guardian wing,And Thou wilt re-unite the hearts That now are son-owing.