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Our life is as a silver strand
Where waves of jasper roll, And far beyond, the City lies,
Whose bells entrance the soul.
A silver strand, where blessings beat
As billows on the shore,
But love forevermore.
For morning comes and evening goes;
But love through all the day, Or rain, or shine, with life divine,
Melodious change doth play.
Our days enthrone the melody
Of God's abounding grace; Our hearts shall play the accompaniment
Of his unceasing praise,
Whose dying love, all praise above,
Exceeds the power of thought, While yet we lisp the immortal song,
By our Redeemer taught.
As stars upon the ocean keep
Their watch of love divine, Would God such love might never sleep
Within this soul of mine!
That God would fill it as an urn,
With quenchless holy flame, That far-off souls might catch the light,
And read His blessed name;
And as they spell the letters, hail
The ark of mercy there,
But evermore his love adore,
Made followers of the Lamb,
From deepest guilt and shame!
O Love Divine, the atmosphere
In which our breath was given ; O Love Divine, celestial sphere
Of never-ending Heaven!
O Love Divine, may we in God
Its dearest meaning prove, And its eternal glory know,
Through Jesus' dying love!
TWENTY-FOUR years the flowers of spring
I Have had their growth and blossoming; Twenty-four years the rising sun Each day his perfect course hath run.
Twenty-four years my wife's dear love
Now, God be praised that gave to me
But working still with calm delight,