Summer has a thousand charms, What! has Autumn left to say Light appears with early dawn, Evening with a silent pace, LXVII. LONGING TO BE WITH CHRIST. To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope, My soul is in haste to begone: O bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne! My Saviour, whom absent I love, All glory, dominion, and power; VOL. VIII. M Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain When that happy era begins, When array'd in thy glories I shine O then shall the veil be remov'd, And round me thy brightness be pour'd And then, never more shall the fears, Or, if yet remember'd above, Remembrance no sadness shall raise They will be but new signs of thy love, Thus the strokes which from sin and from pain Shall set me eternally free Will but strengthen and rivet the chain, Which binds me, my Saviour, to thee. LXVIII. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS. GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err,* * John xiii. 7. |