Nor Prayer is made on earth alone : And Jesus, on th' eternal throne, O Thou, by whom we come to God, LXXXIII. WHEN on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, When in ecstacy sublime, When on Calvary I rest, grace. Here I would for ever stay, LXXXIV. THERE is a calm for those who weep; Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide; O listen!-I will speak no more: Be silent pride! "Art thou a mourner? hast thou known The joy of innocent delights, Endearing days for ever flown, And tranquil nights, "O live! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past; Rely on heav'n's unchanging will For peace at last. "Tho' long of winds and waves the sport, "Seek the true treasure, seldom found, "Whate'er thy lot-where'er thou be- The hand of God. "A bruised reed he will not break, "Humbled beneath his mighty hand, "Tis done! arise! He bids thee stand, To fall no more. "Now, traveller in the vale of tears! Thro' time's dark wilderness of years, "There is a calm for those who weep, And while the mould'ring ashes sleep Low in the ground; The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, The sun is but a spark of fire, Shall never die! LXXXV. THE God of nature and of grace Behold this fair and fertile globe, Lift to the firmament your eye, He bows the heavens-the mountains stand A highway for their God; He walks amidst the desert land, "Tis Eden where he trod: H The forests in his strength rejoice. Here on the hills he feeds his herds, Mount with the lark, and bear our song Or, with the nightingale, prolong In ev'ry stream his bounty flows, In ev'ry breeze his spirit blows, His blessings fall in plenteous show'rs That teems with foliage, fruit and flow rs, If God hath made this world so fair, |