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Then tender be our hearts,
Our eyes in sorrow dim, Till every tear from every eye
Is wiped away by Him !
Omniscient God, Thine eye
divine My inmost soul can see; And every thought and act of mine
Is open, Lord, to Thee !
When up I rise, when down I lie,
side. Where shall I shun Thy awful eye,
Or from Thy Spirit hide ?
If up to Heaven my flight I take,
I meet Thee face to face; If down to Hell, Thy terrors make
The darkness of the place.
I plunge into the shades of night ;
But Thou art there with me : And darkness kindles into light
Before one glance from Thee.
From Thee, O Lord, I came at first,
The creature of Thy hand :
And by Thy grace I stand.
Each member of my wondrous frame
Displays Thy skill and power ; And countless benefits proclaim
Thy love from hour to hour.
Down in Thy arms at night I lie ;
Thou watchest while I sleep. I wake at morn; Thou still art nigh,
My soul to tend and keep.
O Lord ! my spirit prove,
From sin 0 set me free !
heart return the love It daily shares from Thee.
Why loves my flower, so high reclined
Upon these walls of barren gloom,
And far from every eye to bloom ?
That lonely spot is bleak and hoar,
Where prints my flower her fragrant kiss ; Yet sorrow hangs not fonder o'er
The ruins of her faded bliss.
And wherefore will she thus inweave
The owl's lone couch, and feel at eve
Thus, gazing on the loftiest tower
Of ruined Fore at eventide,
That bloomed above in summer pride.
Can more than others see and hear :
The breeze of evening murmured by,
“On this lone tower, so wild and drear,
-'Mid storms and clouds I love to lie.
“ Because I find a freedom here
" Which prouder haunts could ne'er supply.