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“ WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE ?”
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear ;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes,
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear !
My sole possession is Thy love,
In earth beneath, or heaven above,
I have no other store ;
And though with fervent suit I pray,
And importune Thee night and day,
I ask Thee nothing more.
My hours, with undiminished force
And speed, pursue their destined course
Obedient to Thy will :
Nor would I murmur at my doom,
Tho' still a sufferer from the womb,
And doomed to suffer still.
By Thy command, where'er I stray,
Sorrow attends me all my way,
A never-failing friend;
And if my sufferings may augment
Thy praise, behold me well content,-
Let sorrow still attend !
It costs me no regret, that she
Who followed Christ, should follow me ;
And though, where'er she goes, Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, I love her, and extract a sweet
From all my bitter woes.
“ EVEN THERE SHALL THY HAND LEAD ME, AND THY
RIGHT HAND SHALL GUIDE ME.”
O Thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide ;
My Lord, how full of sweet content
I pass my years of banishment !
All scenes alike engaging prove
To souls impressed with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee :
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
To me remains nor place nor time!
My country is in every clime :
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where Thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all.
“ THOU HAST ASCENDED UPON HIGH.”
Hail the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes !
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends his native Heaven ;
There the mighty conqueror waits,
“ Lift your heads, eternal gates !
“ Wide unfold the radiant scene,
“ Take the King of Glory in.”
Circled round with angel-powers,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqueror o'er death, hell, and sin,
Take the King of Glory in :
Him though highest Heaven receives,
Still He loves the earth He leaves ;
Though returned to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.