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Yes, I would count them all but loss,
To gain the notice of thine eye. Flesh shrinks and trembles at the Cross,
But thou canst give the victory.
Thou, who for Peter's faith didst
pray, Against whose blessed self were hurld The Tempter's darts, be thou my stay!
Help me to overcome the world.
Thy grace can make the boastful meek,
The wavering firm, the sensual pure; Put heavenly might upon the weak,
And make them happy who endure.
Oh, still that needful
On thee my trembling soul I cast. Perfect thy work within me, Lord,
And own my worthless name at last.
“ More than they that watch for the morning.”—Psalm cxxx. 6.
Oh, when will smiling morn
Dispel the shades of night ? -
Oh, when will it be light?
But danc'd there not a beam
Of daylight on my pane?
Ah! 'twas the moon's inconstant beam :
Now all is dark again.
Shine out, fair orb! 'Tis sweet,
While I in darkness lie,
And breathe th' alternate sigh.
Oh, darker far than night,
Care's sullen shadows roll.
I sit and watch in vain for light,
The morning of the soul.
And if athwart the scene,
Hope her soft moonbeam cast, Again the clouds soon intervene,
And the bright moment's past.
Or if around
Fond dreams of pleasure dance,
Reality, with thundering tread,
Soon wakes me from my trance.
But dimly through the gloom,
Yon mountain top behold ! What radiant fires its head illume,
And turn the clouds to gold ?
Oh! 'tis th' unrisen beams
Of never-ending day! Fond Hope, shake off thy earthly dreams;
Pursue thy pilgrim way.
Arise, and let us climb
That sacred mountain's height, And look beyond the rocks of Time
O’er boundless seas of light.
O happy, happy spheres,
And not a passing cloud appears,
To shade the sapphire skies !
Fly on, ye years of night!
Oh, they will soon be past : Eternity appears in sight,
And 'twill be morn at last.
“ Nevertheless, I am continually with Thee.”—Psalm lxxiii. 23.
WHEN, in the hour of lonely woe,
When not e'en Friendship's gentle aid
His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are: