Its joy so eager, zest of life so strong; Falls with its reverence of completing grace; That thus, with thee, all else of life forgot, With thee we fold these precious hours away; 44. "Praise ye the Lord; for it is good to sing praises HEAVEN and earth, and sea and air, Ocean waves thy glory tell, At thy touch they sink and swell; Joachim Neander. Tr. by J. D. Burns. FATHER and Friend, thy light, thy love, Beaming through all thy works, we see ; Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the earth is full of thee. Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel, Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight, Involved in clouds, invisible, Reignest the Lord of life and light. 1 We know not in what hallowed part Of the wide heavens thy throne may be ; But this we know, that where thou art Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with thee. Thy children shall not faint nor fear, Sustained by this delightful thought, Since thou, their God, art everywhere, They cannot be where thou art not. John Bowring. IN quiet hours the tranquil soul Creating peace without alloy : A sacred happiness we know, Too high for mirth, too deep for joy. Like birds that slumber on the sea, Unconscious where the current runs, We rest on God's infinity Of bliss, that circles stars and suns. His perfect peace has swept from sight The narrow bounds of time and space, And looking up with still delight We catch the glory of his face. Augusta Larned. |