"O THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE!" O ZION! when I think on thee, A captive here, and far from home, And see the Saviour eye to eye. While here I walk on hostile ground, But yet we shall behold the day, When Zion's children shall return; Our sorrows then shall flee away, And we shall never, never mourn. The hope that such a day will come, Makes even the captive's portion sweet; Though now we wander far from home, In Zion soon we all shall meet. A SAINT! Oh! would that I could claim Would, though it were in scorn applied, In mockery to the King of Heaven. A Saint! And what imports the name "To good, nay, even to God akin.” Is such the meaning of a name, From which a Christian shrinks with shame ? Yes, dazzled with the glorious sight, He owns his crown is all too bright, And ill might son of Adam dare A Saint; O give me but some sign, And warmer thanks Thou shalt command, Oh! for an interest in that name, 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!' TO GIVE LIGHT TO THEM THAT SIT IN DARKNESS." THOU whose Almighty Word And took their flight; Shed not its glorious ray, Thou who didst come to bring, Healing and sight; Health to the sick in mind, "Let there be Light!" |