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And ill might son of Adam dare
Alone such honour's weight to bear ;
But fearlessly he takes the load,
United to the Son of God.

A Saint ; O give me but some sign,
Some seal to prove the title mine,
And warmer thanks Thou shalt command,
Than bringing king doms in thine hand.

Oh! for an interest in that name,
When hell shall ope its jaws of flame,
And scorners to their doom be hurled,
While scorned saints shall judge the world !

How shall the name of saints be prized,
Tho' now neglected and despised,
When truth shall witness to the word,
That none but saints shall see the Lord !'


Thou whose Almighty Word
Chaos and darkness heard,

And took their flight;
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the Gospel's day
Shed not its glorious ray,

“Let there be Light !”

Thou who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight;
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind ;
Oh, now to all mankind

“Let there be Light !”

Spirit of Truth and Love,
Life-giving Holy Dove,

Speed forth thy flight: Move on the waters' face, Bearing the lamp of grace ; And in earth's darkest place

“ Let there be Light !”

Holy, Holy, Holy,
Most glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might !
Boundless as ocean's tide
Rolling in fullest pride,
O'er the earth, far and wide,

“Let there be Light !”



Come, my fond fluttering heart,

Come, struggle to be free,
Thou and the world must part,

However hard it be :
My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust,

Ye tempting sweets, forbear;

Ye dearest idols, fall;
My love ye must not share,

Jesus shall have it all :
'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart,
But ah! thou must consent, my heart !

Ye fair enchanting throng !

Ye golden dreams, farewell !
Earth has prevailed too long,

And now I break the spell :
Ye cherished joys of early years ;-
Jesus ! forgive these parting tears !

But must I part with all ?

My heart still fondly pleads ; Yes, Dagon's self must fall,

It beats, it throbs, it bleeds : Is there no balm in Gilead found, To sooth and heal the smarting wound ?

() yes, there is a balm,

A kind Physician there,
My fevered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair :
Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free,
And I will all resign to Thee.

O may I feel thy worth,

And let no idol dare, No vanity of earth,

With Thee, my Lord, compare ! Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart !

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