Our life is as a silver strand A silver strand, where blessings beat And leave no trace when they retreat, For morning comes and evening goes; Our days enthrone the melody Our hearts shall play the accompaniment Whose dying love, all praise above, 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, That far-off souls might catch the light, And as they spell the letters, hail That shipwrecked men upon the sea But evermore his love adore, O Love Divine, the atmosphere O Love Divine, may we in God TW 1869. WENTY-FOUR years the flowers of spring 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, |