Now, e'er for thee the sun have lost Or earth rejoice thee not with flowers, Now, while thou lovest all on earth, 58 IN THE TIME OF OLD AGE. (Psalm xxv.: 7; lxxi: 9.) If, gracious God! in life's green ardent year, Thy holy voice and in Thy word confide! Blot from my book of life its early stain ! 59 AS THE GRASS. My days are as the grass; And like the flowers of the field I fade. The wise have likened thee To the most living creature that is made? My days are as the grass; The sliding waters pass Under my roots; upon me drops the cloud; And not the stately trees Have kinder ministries; The heavens are too lofty to be proud. My days are as the grass; The feet of trouble pass, And leave me trampled that I cannot rise; And I shall lift and smile Before the sweet, congratulating skies. My days are as the grass; And in the bleak earth must hide my The wind that passes o'er head. Will find my place no more, The wind of death will tell that I am dead. But how shall I rejoice When I shall hear the voice Of Him who, keeping spring with Him alway, Lest hope from man should pass, Has made us as the grass,— The grass that always has another day. 60 THE RIGHTEOUS MAN. (Psalm i.) The man in life, where'er plac'd, Nor learns their guilty lore. Not from the seat of scornful pride But, with humility and awe, That man shall flourish like the trees But he whose blossoms bud in guilt For why? that God, the good adore, 61 THE HAPPINESS OF PEACE. How happy is he born or taught 62 Who God doth late and early pray, This man is freed from servile hands. WAITING. Not so in haste, my heart, Have faith in God and wait; He never comes too late. He never comes too late ; He knoweth what is best; Vex not thyself in vain. Until He cometh, rest. Until He cometh, rest; Nor grudge the hours that roll; The feet that wait for God Are soonest at the goal. Are soonest at the goal That is not gained by speed; For I shall wait His lead. |