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Oh lovely flowers, with quaint perfumes,
So bright, so fresh, with vivid blooms! Ye wear the seals of brighter climes,
As plants for Resurrection times ! Dear, modest flowers, too sweet to last,
E'en in a day your glory past : Yet never with such light serene,
King Solomon in glory seen! Ye toil not, neither do you spin ;
Your lowly meekness could I win, Content with breathing God's sweet air,
Mine His adoption, His my care-
Nor more than lilies make complaint,
The heart of each adoring saint.
O blessed Saviour! let us show
Some proofs of Thy Redeeming Love. Some tokens of Thy grace below,
Before we reach Thy throne above; That burdened, darkened souls may see,
What boundless mercy God can give : What pardoning grace, so full, so free,
That bids the Chief of Sinners live! Then all the petals of each flower,
On earth but letters of Thy praise, In Paradise shall sing the Power
And endless glory of Thy grace.
The Morning Star foretells the Dawn,
Till, hidden by the greater Light, Beneath the veil of glory drawn,
It waits the ministry of Night ;So doth our lovely rising star,
Forth from the bosom of the deep, With undiminished rays afar,
Its gentle watch above us keep;
Though hidden by the morning sun,
As all the midnight orbs are shaded, Its rosy lustre had begun,
Ere the first star of evening faded ; And then, how calm, serene, and bright!
Such lustre over earth and ocean! Emblem of God's transcendent Light,
Heaven's radiance for the soul's devotion.
Dear Evening Star, whose sacred rays
Might sanctify a world of care, And fill, with sweet ecstatic praise,
Hearts that commune with God in Prayer ! O Sacred Light, how blest for those
Who in their Saviour's love repose ! And thus how dear the memory thrown,
From all the precious virtues known, Of loved ones from our knowledge flown,
That worship now before Thy throne! Though lost from this world's mortal sight,
They wait the Resurrection Morn; Their heavenly grace how pure, how bright! We too may watch, and wait the light
That shall Eternity adorn.
But now each flower, so dear to me,
Because on earth 'twas dear to thee,
And every fragrant tree that weaves
Are emblems of Thy purity,-
Each passing pilgrim to adorn With all the blossoms of the spring,
That May-days to the children bring, And tiniest opening buds that cling;
And violets dear to each sad heart, Because in memory there thou art,
The evening breezes, whispering by, Thy loveliness and grace recall ;
The Summer clouds, the Autunin sky, The crystal dews that softly fall,
With unseen blessings from on high ; The carol of the birds, and all
The scenes so dear that greet the eyeReflect a Presence that hath gone,
A sunset light, a rosy morn, No more our pathway to adorn!
Yet now, O Lord ! our hearts ascend To Thee, who didst such blessings lend.
We wait the Resurrection Morn, Where all God's Covenant rainbows blend;
Transcendent bliss that knows no end ! In Heaven's Eternity to find
The loved one now from sight withdrawn Revealed, an Angel !--so designed :
Christ's dying, rising glory shown, His Robe of Righteousness put on:
Eternity's transcendent dress, The radiant likeness of His face,
Beyond e'en archangelic grace. Through the whole universe to be
The Wonder of Eternity.
Lord, by such love alone we live,
And Thy Redeeming Grace receive! The sorrows of a contrite heart
Are pearls Thou only canst im part; O grant the gift our needs require,
Of hearts with Christ's dear love on fire, Earth's countless mourners to inspire,
With Faith and Hope and Love indwelling O boundless Miracle of Grace,
Thine offered mercy to embrace, And see Thy glory face to face !
Thy sufferings were our Life's beginning;
Thy precious all-atoning blood,
Nor Death, nor Hell, from Thee shall ever
O blissful Life in Thine abode, THE LIFE THAT'S HID WITH CHRIST IN GOD!