1883. UR earthly pleasures at their best OUR Are but a questionable rest, Which they who seek as their chief aim Find an inheritance of shame. For this world's bliss without alloy To save from those infernal darts Aimed by the Tempter at our hearts; And sorrow is Faith's telescope, Held by the trembling hand of Hope. So looking where the bulwarks shine. Are balanced by the eternal weight Of life and immortality, From every shade of evil free; And trials pass like summer showers, So joys and griefs alike shall be Not severing, but uniting more The hearts that grew as one before, To trust with sweet, submissive will Christ's words of mercy, Peace! be still! 1884. OH, well do I remember when The age of threescore years and ten In life's horizon lay, As distant mountains in repose, Beneath a robe of silent snows, From earth how far away! But I have climbed this mountain top, The infinite expanse; Where morning sweeps a vaster sphere, The clouds are all beneath me now, Upon the Throne Divine. So we in love have travelled on, But this dear angel given; O Giver of each perfect gift! How filled with light and mercy, all, When angry winds tempestuous roared, We still amid the storms have heard . The music of God's days; Each day thy love our diadem, Each week a seven-fold crownèd hymn Of witness to thy praise. What do these boundless mercies prove, And pulses of a grateful love, By heavenly grace bestowed, But this, that he, our loving Friend, With us will travel to the end, And bring us home to God? |