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Thy worship no interval knows,
* GIVE ME UNDERSTANDING
ACCORDING TO THY
O that my heart was right with Thee,
Saviour, I dwell in awful night,
O Lord, how should Thy şervant see,
O let my prayer acceptance find,
“ THE END OF ALL THINGS IS AT HAND.”
So many years I've seen the sun,
And called these hands and eyes my own ; A thousand little acts I've done,
And childhood have, and manhood known : Oh! what is Life! and this dull round To tread, why was a spirit bound ?
So many airy thoughts and lines,
And vain exertions of the mind, Have filled my soul with great designs,
While practice grovelled far behind : Oh what is Thought! and where withdraw The glories which my fancy saw ?
So many tender joys and woes
Have on my quivering soul had power ;
The boast or burden of their hour :
So many human souls divine
So at one interview displayed, Some oft and freely mixt with mine,
In lasting bands my heart have laid : Oh what is Friendship! why imprest On my weak, wretched, dying breast !
So many wondrous gleams of light,
And gentle ardours from above,
Some moments on a throne of love :
Ere long, when sovereign wisdom wills,
My soul an unknown path shall tread, And strangely leave, which strangely fills
This frame, and waft me to the dead : Oh what is Death !-'Tis life's last shore, Where vanities are vain no more ; Where all pursuits their goal obtain, And Life is all retouched again ; Where in their bright results shall rise, Thoughts, virtues, friendships, griefs, and joys.