SHE LIVED— So dying-like and frail,
Ah! where is the harp that was strung to thy praise,So oft and so sweetly in happier days?
Long may peace within this dwelling Have its resting place;
Peace be to thee, gentle boy!Many years of health and joy!
Oft as she taught the little maids of FranceTo leave the garland, catanet, and dance,
Though Baxter’s lips have long in silence hung,And death long hush’d that sinner-wakening tongue;
He tenderly binds up the broken in heart, The soul bowed down he will raise;
A grave I knowWhere earthly show
I will arise and seek my God,And, bowed down beneath my load,
Suffer me to come to Jesus, Mother, dear, forbid me not;
LORD, this swelling, tideless sea,Is like Thy love in Christ to me;
Behind the hills of Naphtali The sun went slowly down,
How pleasant to me thy deep blue wave, O sea of Galilee!
1838. When Israel knew not where to go, God made the fiery pillar glow; By night, by day, above the camp It led the way – their guiding lamp; Such is Thy Holy Word to me In day of dark perplexity. When devious paths before me spread, And all invite my foot to tread […]
The sun had reached his mid-day height,And poured down floods of burning light
Dark was the night, the wind was high, The way by mortals never trod; For God had made the channel dry, When faithful Moses stretched the rod. The raging waves on either hand Stood like a massy tott'ring wall, And on the heaven-defended band Refused to let the waters fall. With […]
I once was a stranger to grace and to God,I knew not my danger, and felt not my load;
Within a vineyard’s sunny boundAn ample fig tree shelter found,
I little thought when last we met,Thy sun on earth was nearly set—
Learn here, my child, how vain This world, with all its lies,
Beneath Moriah’s rocky side A gentle fountain springs,
Like mist on the mountain, Like ships on the sea,