The book of sacred song . ght,Mingling with those angels bright,Whose harmonious voices raiseCeaseless love and ceaseless praise;— Through the throng His gentle earShall my tuneless accents hear:From on high doth He impartSecret comfort to my heart. He, in these serenest hours,Guides my intellectual powers,And His Spirit doth diffuseSweeter far than midnight dews,— WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. j7 Lifting all my thoughts the wings of faith and love :Blest alternative to me,Thus to sleep, or wake, with Thee! What if death my sleep invade,Should I be of death afraid ?While encircled by Th
The book of sacred song . ght,Mingling with those angels bright,Whose harmonious voices raiseCeaseless love and ceaseless praise;— Through the throng His gentle earShall my tuneless accents hear:From on high doth He impartSecret comfort to my heart. He, in these serenest hours,Guides my intellectual powers,And His Spirit doth diffuseSweeter far than midnight dews,— WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. j7 Lifting all my thoughts the wings of faith and love :Blest alternative to me,Thus to sleep, or wake, with Thee! What if death my sleep invade,Should I be of death afraid ?While encircled by Thine arm,Death may strike, but cannot harm. What if beams of opening dayShine around my breathless clay,Brighter visions from on highShall regale my mental eye. See ! a flood of sacred light,Which no more shall yield to night!Transitory world, farewell!Jesus calls with Him to dwell. With Thy heavenly presence blest,Death is life, and labour rest:Welcome sleep or death to me!Still secure, for still with Thee. 58 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. I AM THE WAY/7 ]ESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,He that I placed my hopes upon;His track I see, and Pll pursueThe narrow way till Him I view. The way the holy prophets went,The way that leads from banishment,The Kings highway of holiness,Pll go,—for all its paths are peace. No stranger may proceed therein,No lover of the world and sin;No lion, no devouring care,No sin nor sorrow shall be there. No, nothing may go up thereonBut travelling souls, and I am one;Wayfaring men, to Canaan bound,Shall only in the way be found. This is the way I long have sought,And mournM because I found it not;My grief and burden long have beenBecause I could not cease from sin. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 59 The more I strove against its power,I sinnM and stumbled but the more;Till late I heard my Saviour say, Come hither, soul, I am the Way. Lo, glad I come, and Thou, blest Lamb,Shalt take me to Thee as I am :Nothing but sin I Thee can give;Nothing bu
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