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UR earthly pleasures at their best
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
We never safely can enjoy,
Affliction's sacred shield is given,
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
Of our inheritance divine,
Are balanced by the eternal weight
Of life and immortality,
From every shade of evil free;
And then a lovelier growth of flowers.
So joys and griefs alike shall be
A Father's heavenly ministry; And all the wants of life shall
prove A gentle discipline of love;
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!
H, 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;
As if from Heaven's advance.
The clouds are all beneath me now,
The Gates Celestial shine;
Upon the Throne Divine.
So we in love have travelled on,
But this dear angel given;
To lift me nearer Heaven.
O Giver of each perfect gift!
But as they fly we see
And bring our souls to thee.
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 crowned 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?