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WIMBORNE. 118 & 10s. GREATOREY's Col. (by permission).
8 D. ROBBINS.
Within me ever let thy day-spring shine;
I'll bless thee, Father, since it seals me thine.
Like a charmed needle, points to thee alone;
My trusting spirit forward to thy throne.
Perennial verdure o'er my life hath shed;
With wine and oil thy grateful child hath fed.
Glad as the setting sun, may I decline;
“I wait for the Lord; my soul doth wait."
Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
1 Ix holy books we read how God hath spoken
To holy men in many different ways;
Is God quite silent in these latter days ?
If he that spake it were not speaking still;
Were aught but issues of Almighty Will.
And every flower that stars the elastic soil,
To the pure spirit is a word of God.
SIR W. SCOTT.
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
274. Imploring the Constanı Presence of God.
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful guide, in smoke and Aame. 2 By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
To temper the deceitful ray.
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
A burning and a shining light. 275. God a Refuge. | Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
God our Guide.
Of all who seek the land above,
2 By thine unerring spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray,