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2 Is it where sunny
Is taught on incense clouds to rise ?
Thy kingdom is the heart alone!
Life's mysteries of birth and death,
Beings of power, though not of breath -
Is the dominion swayed by thee. 4 Wild, phantom shapes of gloom and fear,
Roam dimly through the haunted spot, And earth holds not a land so drear
As the sad heart that owns thee not, Where sorrows wound and pleasures pall,
And death's dread shadow darkens all.
Shall be serene and sweet and fair,
The holy ones shall gather there,
Let reflection turn thine eye
There alone dwells solid rest.
Which can mock all hostile power ;
3 Say not that this house is small,
Girt in a narrow wall;
Heaven itself full room doth find.
Dwell in it; and may not man ?
C. M. H. M. WILLIAMS
Be my vain wishes stilled;
With better hopes be filled.
life has flowed
Thy ruling hand I see !
Because conferred by thee.
every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see ;
That heart shall rest on thee!
BOWRING Perpetual Praise. 1 When, wakened by thy voice of power,
The hour of morning beams in light,
And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 2 The morning strengthens into noon;
Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ;
My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 3 When 'neath the evening western gate
The sun's retiring rays are hid,
E'en as the pious patriarch did. 4 As twilight wears a darker hue,
And gathering night creation dims,
Shall have their harmonies and hymns. 5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,
My constant inspirations be;
Reflect, my God, a light from thee.
From every cumbering care,
2 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
On him whom I adore.
3 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
While here by tempests driven.
May its departing ray
And lead to endless day.
On thee I cast my care,
And know thou hearest prayer.
A quick-discerning eye,
And sees the tempter fly!-
And armed with jealous care,
And watching unto prayer !
Nor from my hope remove,
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light;
The spirit, dark and lost before ;
For truth divine to enter there!
In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
E’en angels stooped to hear the song.
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Dependence on God.
With oil we fill the bowl ;
that feeds the soul.
Supplies the living stream;
But still derived from him.
His strength in God alone;