IS gone, that bright and orbèd blaze, In darkness and in weariness The traveller on his way must press, Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, When round Thy wondrous works below Glorious was that primeval light Go when the morning shineth God be with thee, my beloved, God be with thee! God doth not leave His own... God moves in a mysterious way Gracious Spirit, dwell with me Hail to the Lord's anointed I am old and blind I have a wondrous house to build I heard the voice of Jesus say I hoped that with the brave and strong I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls In silence mighty things are wrought In the mid silence of the voiceless night I shine in the light of God It came upon the midnight clear It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ... |