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And water'd with more balmy showers, Than e'er distill'd
In Eden, on th' ambrosial bowers
Yet nought we yield.
Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord,
He only, who forgets to hoard,
Wisely Thou givest-all around
That not two roseate cups are crown'd
Even so, in silence, likest Thee,
e St. Matt. x. 8.
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,
Eyes to the blind, and to the lame
To humbled souls, that sink for shame,
Leads them the way our Saviour went, And shews Love's treasure yet unspent ; As when th' unclouded heavens were rent Opening his road,
Nor yet his Holy Spirit sent
To our abode.
Ten days th' eternal doors display'd
Left orphans in Earth's dreary shade
Open they stand, that prayers in throngs
To the true shrine,
Where stands the Healer of all wrongs In light divine;
The golden censer in his hand,
About Him winged blessings stand
A little while, and they shall fleet
Speeding his flight,
With all that sacred is and sweet,
On saints to light.
Apostles, Prophets, Pastors, all
Shall feel the shower of Mercy fall,
Till their high deeds the world appall,
And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting and there appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them: and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Acts ii. 2, 3.
WHEN God of old came down from Heaven,
In power and wrath he came;
Before his feet the clouds were riven,
Around the trembling mountain's base
Convinc'd of sin, but not of grace;
It was a dreadful day.
But when He came the second time,
The fires that rush'd on Sinai down
Like arrows went those lightnings forth
And as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The trump, that angels quake to hear,
So, when the Spirit of our God
Came down his flock to find,
A voice from heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing, mighty wind.