Poems (Hornblower)/Hymn (Let me not wander comfortless)

by Jane Elizabeth Roscoe Hornblower

For works with similar titles, see Hymn.

HYMN.

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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.