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Nor Prayer is made on earth alone :
The Holy Spirit pleads;
For sinners intercedes.
The life, the truth, the way ; The path of prayer thyself hast trod :
Lord, teach us how to pray.
When on Sinai's top I see
away: Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary.
There is a calm for those who weep;
Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh
That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil; To slumber in that dreamless bed
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! 6 Art thou à 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, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam; Live! thou shalt reach a shelt'ring port,
A quiet home.
With heav'nly balm.
The hand of God.
He wounds to heal!
To fall no more.
Pursue thy flight.
Low in the ground;
The soul, of origin divine,
A star of day.
Shall never die!
The God of nature and of grace
In all his works appears ;
His grandeur in the spheres.
By him in wisdom plann'd; 'Twas he who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
Thither his path pursue ;
O'erwhelms the wond'ring view.
A highway for their God;
"Tis Eden where he trod:
The forests in his strength rejoice.
Hark!' on the evening breeze,
Is heard among the trees,
His flocks on yonder plains ;
Oh, could we catch their strains !-
Mount with the lark, and bear our song
Up to the gates of light;
Our numbers through the night!
In ev'ry stream his bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;
The breath of life and health.
His blessings fall in plenteous show'rs
Upon the lap of earth,
And rings with infant mirth.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound, How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will paradise be found !