MY FATHER IS THE MIGHTY LORD. Y Father is the mighty Lord, whose arm Spans earth and fky, and fhields his child from Whose ftill, small voice of love is yet the same My King is God's eternal, holy Son, My brotherhood's a circle, ftretching wide My journey's end lies upward and afar; And oft as faith has caught some glimpse serene, My grave, so long a dark and drear abyss, Lange. THE FATHER, REDEEMER, GUIDE. FATHER-EYE, that hath so truly watch'd, O Father-hand, that hath so gently led, O Father-heart, that by my prayer is touch'd, That loved me firft when I was cold and dead: Still do thou lead me on with faithful care The narrow path to heaven where I would go, And train me for the life that waits me there, Alike through love and lofs, through weal and wo. O my Redeemer, who for me waft flain, That now my heart can reft in perfect peace; Still more and more do thou my soul redeem, O Holy Spirit, who with gentlest breath Doft teach to pray, doft comfort or reprove, Who giveft us all joy and hope and faith, Through whom we live at peace with God in love; Still do thou fhed thine influences abroad, Let me the Father's image ever wear, Make me a holy temple of my God, Where dwells forever calm adoring prayer! FOR THE SABBATH MORNING. L IGHT of light enlighten me Now anew the day is dawning; Sun of grace, the fhadows flee, Brighten thou my Sabbath morning, Fount of all our joy and peace, Spitta. Bless thy word that it may prove Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying; Clear the fhadows from mine eyes. That, from every error flying, No ftrange fire within me glow That Thine altar doth not know. Let me with my heart to-day, All my soul to thee upspringing, How they worship thee in Heaven. Reft in me and I in thee, Build a Paradise within me; Oh reveal thyself to me, Bleffed Love, who diedft to win me; Fed from thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp fhall burn. Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy; Come thou glorious majesty Deign to fill this temple lowly; Nought to-day my soul fhall move, Simply refting in thy love. B. Schmolck. 1731. DEATH. A LITTLE WHILE. EYOND the smiling and the weeping, BEYO I fhall be soon; Beyond the waking and the fleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I fhall be soon. Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the blooming and the fading, Beyond the fhining and the fhading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I fhall be soon. Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. |