I know He has the power to aid; I know He has the will: And He, who once for sinners bled, Will rescue sinners still. Lord, arm my soul with faith in Thee, And fill my heart with love; My path from sin and danger free, And guide me safe above. And while at night the waves I beat, Lord, often thus descend, And grant me here communion sweet With Thee, the sailor's Friend SHE IS GONE! SHE IS GONE! SHE is gone! she is gone! A God of love Has gathered the flower in all its prime, She is gone! she is gone to a land of light, Where the glorious day ne'er sinks in night; Where a cloud ne'er comes across the sky; Where the tears are wiped from every eye; Where all is holiness, love, and bliss, And none regret such a world as this. She is gone! she is gone! She passed away A light shot down from the Heavenly Throne: She is gone! she is gone to her high reward, To bask in the looks of her wished-for Lord. She gained one peep through the golden gate; To dwell in the light of eternal day. She is gone! she is gone! And who would chain But oh, the blank, the desolate void, And be with their loved and lost for ever. She is gone! she is gone but a while before FLOWERS. CHILDREN of dew and sunshine, balmy flowers! Ye seem like creatures of a heavenly mould That linger in this fallen earth of ours, Fair relics of her Paradise of old. Amidst her tombs and ruins, gentle things, Yes; there is heaven about you: in your breath And hues it dwells. The stars of heaven ye shine; Bright strangers in a land of sin and death, That talk of God, and point to realms divine. |