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The weeping eye, that loathes the day, Finds peace beneath thy soothing sway; And faith and prayer o'ermastering grief, Burst forth, and bring the heart relief.
Yes, lovely hour! thou art the time
Then trembling through the dewy skies
Then, as the earth recedes from sight,
Sweet hour ! for heavenly musing madeWhen Isaac walked, and Daniel prayed; When Abram's offering God did own; And Jesus loved to be alone.
Who has not felt that Evening's hour
power ; That guardian spirits round us stand, And God himself seems most at hand ?
shame on men,
And chide their selfish silence, then : The flowers on high their incense send ; And earth and heaven unite and blend.
Let others hail the rising day :
ALTERED FROM QUARLES.
SPIRITS of light and love, who pace around
The city's sapphire walls; whose stainless feet Measure the gem-paved paths of sacred ground,
And trace the New Jerusalem's jasper street! Ah you, whose overflowing hearts are crowned With
your best wishes; who enjoy the sweet Of all your hopes; when next ye come before
My absent Lord, O say how I implore From his reviving eye one look of kindness more.
Tell Him, O tell Him, how my widowed breast
Beneath the burden of His frown has pined: Tell Him, O tell Him, how I lie oppressed
In all the tempest of a troubled mind.
O tell Him, tell Him, I can know no rest
Till He shall smile, as once, appeased and kind. Tell Him,
the vows He sware His love, His truth, His grace and thus I dare Tocome before Him now with penitence and prayer.
Say, the parched soil desires not so the shower
To quicken and refresh her embryo grain ; Sar, the fallen crestlet of the drooping flower
Wooes not the bounty of the genial rain, As
my lorn spirit looks out for the hour When her lost Lord shall visit her again. Then, gentle spirits, should he hear your lays,
And seem to melt, your best Hosannahs raise; And with your heavenly notes sustain my feeble
“RETURN UNTO ME, AND I WILL RETURN
Wilt Thou return to me, O Lord,
If I return to Thee?
O Heavenly truth! O gracious word !
My Hope and Refuge be!
Since from Thy foot I dared to roam,
My soul has found no rest, Chastised and contrite, back I come,
To seek it in Thy breast.
And dost Thou say Thou wilt receive,
And call me still Thy own? My spirit, hear, accept, believe !
And melt, my heart of stone !