Pouring music like a river, Many-toned and deep and strong. Tones 'midst which, like childhood's, quiver Thy few notes of simple song? Then the "crimson-tipped" thing, Strains condensed thus in words: "Well I know the joyous mazes "Yet the little child's sweet laughter, "What I sing I cannot measure, So I learned that crumbs are able He who wintry hours hath given, With the snows gives snow-drops birth: And while angels sing in heaven, God hears robins sing on earth. Only keep thee on the wing, Nothing that but creeps can sing, “Make Thy face to shine upon Thy servant.” HRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Dark and cheerless is the morn, Till Thy mercy's beams I see, Till they inward life impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief, Fill me, radiancy divine, Scatter all my unbelief, More and more Thyself display, Cast me not away from Thy Presence." WORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Long have we roamed in want and pain, Looking unto Jesus. HOU, who didst stoop below Thy blessed labours done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth-passed to Thy home on high. Man may no longer trace, In Thy celestial face, The image of the bright, the viewless One; Nor may Thy servants hear, Save with faith's raptured ear, Thy voice of tenderness, God's only Son! Our eyes behold Thee not, Yet hast Thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust in Thee; Before Thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where Thou art, there may they also be. It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread; And shall we, in dismay, Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? O Thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife! Was not Thy head by earth's fierce tempest bowed? Raise Thou our eyes above To see a Father's love Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. E'en through the awful gloom Which hovers o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be ; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to Thee. ORD, what a change within us one short hour We kneel how weak, we rise how full of power: That we are ever overborne with care, And joy and strength and courage, are with Thee. |