The billows rage without control, 3 The pity of thy gentle heart Then O remove this piercing dart, THE chariot of mercy is speeding its way, Far, far through the shadowy gloom, Where the lands that in death's dark obscurity lay, Are bursting the bars of the tomb. I see where 'tis shedding its luminous ray, And the wondering nations are hailing the day, 2 Hallelujahs are sounding melodiously clear, And the Indian, that roams through the greenprairied West, Now raises his tear-moistened eye, As he welcomes with joy the glad tidings of rest, In a home far away in the sky. 3 And the dark-visaged son of the African wild Kas tasted Immanuel's love, And his lion-like nature grows tenderly mild, Till the last gloomy shadow of darkness is gone, 297 8, 4. LIKE a dream when one awaketh, Vanished away, Earthly joy the heart forsaketh, But when flesh and spirit faileth, And when grief the heart assaileth, 2 Dearest hopes and joys may perish, All the love the heart doth cherish When the storm is gathering o'er thee, 3 'Mid thy gloom and desolation, For thy peace and consolation, There thy joys shall last for ever, Clouds shall dim, O' never, never, HROUGH all the world below, Search the hills and valleys through, In the meadows dressed in green, 2 See springs of water rise, Then down the rain doth pour, 3 The sun, to my surprise, The shining of the stars, 4 Then let my station be Here on earth, as I see The sacred One in Three Through all the world is made, Though I dwell on the hill, 299 10, 11, 11. HILE beauty and youth are in their full W prime, And folly and fashion affect our whole time, O let not the phantom our wishes engage; Let us live so in youth that we blush not in age. 2 The vain and the young may attend us awhile, But let not their flatt'ry our prudence beguile; Let us covet those charms that ne'er shall decay, Nor listen to all that deceivers may say. 3 I sigh not for beauty, nor languish for wealth, But grant me, kind Providence, virtue and health; Then, richer than kings, and far happier than they, My days shall pass swiftly and sweetly away. 4 For when age steals on me, and youth is no more, And the moralist, Time, shakes his glass at my door, What pleasure in beauty or wealth can I find? My beauty, my wealth, is a sweet peace of mind. 5 That peace-I'll preserve it as pure as 'twas given Shall last in my bosom an earnest of heaven; For virtue and wisdom can warm the cold scene, And sixty can flourish as gay as sixteen. 6 And when I the burden of life shall have borne, And death, with his sickle, shall cut the ripe corn, Resign'd to my God, without murmur or sigh, I'll bless the kind summons, and lie down and die. S there for pilgrims a region of rest, A quiet repose for each pure, sainted breast, Is there a land where the righteous shall reign, A home where the weary no more shall complain, A respite from anguish, from grief, and from pain, Far, far away-far away? 2 O yes, there's a heaven where all is serene, Far, far away-far away; A country more lovely than eye yet hath seen, Far, far away-far away; A city that knows not the shadows of night, With mansions of glory and endless delight, Where the parted by death shall for ever unite, Far, far away-far away. 3 There shall the ransomed eternally be, And sorrow and sighing for ever shall flee Then let me be one of that thrice happy band, Who there without shame and confusion shall stand, And bask in the bliss of that heavenly land, Far, far away-far away. |