Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies, Invite my soul;-O could I rise, Nor leave a thought below! And say to every tempting snare, Heaven calls, and can I yet delay ? Ah, wretched, lingering heart! Come, Lord, with strength, and life, and light, Assist and guide my upward flight, And bid the world depart. 66 THE PEACE OF GOD, WHICH PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING." FATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies; Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise; Give me a calm, a thankful heart, And let me live to Thee: Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. IF YE LOVED ME, YE WOULD REJOICE, BECAUSE I GO UNTO MY FATHER." FORGIVE, blest shade, the tributary tear No more confined to grovelling scenes of night, "THERE SHALL BE NO NIGHT THERE." FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise; And realms of infinite delight, There pain and sickness never come, No cloud these blissful regions know, Can never enter there. There no alternate night is known, Nor sun's imperfect ray, But glory, from the sacred throne, Spreads everlasting day. |