. Under His shadow : the last poems of Frances Ridley Havergal. J. I MATTHEW XIV. 23. IT is the quiet evening time, the sun is in thewest,And earth enrobed in purple glow awaits her nightly rest ;The shadows of the mountain peaks are length-ening oer the sea,And the flowerets close their eyelids on the shore of multitude are gone away, their restless hum doth cease,The birds have hushed their music, and all is calm and peace;But on the lonely mountain side is One, whose beauteous browThe impress bears ot sorrow and of weariness een livelong day in deeds of love and power He
. Under His shadow : the last poems of Frances Ridley Havergal. J. I MATTHEW XIV. 23. IT is the quiet evening time, the sun is in thewest,And earth enrobed in purple glow awaits her nightly rest ;The shadows of the mountain peaks are length-ening oer the sea,And the flowerets close their eyelids on the shore of multitude are gone away, their restless hum doth cease,The birds have hushed their music, and all is calm and peace;But on the lonely mountain side is One, whose beauteous browThe impress bears ot sorrow and of weariness een livelong day in deeds of love and power He hath spent,And with them words of grace and life hath ever sweetlv blent. i=;8 Under His Shadow^ Now He hath gained the mountain top, He standeth all alone,No mortal may be near Him in that horn of prayer prayeth.—But for whom? For Himself, He needeth nought ;Nor strength, nor peace, nor pardon, where of sin there is no spot ;But tis for us in powerful prayer He spendeth all the night,That His own loved ones may be kept and strengthened in the figh
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