  993L. M. The things that are unseen are eternal. Thy will be done! I will not fear The fate provided by thy love; Though clouds and darkness shroud me here, I know that all is bright above. 2 The stars of heaven are shining on, Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears; The hopes of earth indeed are gone, But are not ours the immortal years? 3 Father! forgive the heart that clings, Thus trembling, to the things of time; And bid my soul, on angel wings, Ascend into a purer clime. 4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust, No sorrows dim celestial love; But these afflictions of the dust, Like shadows of the night, remove. 5 E’en now, above, there’s radiant day, While clouds and darkness brood below; Then, Father, joyful on my way To drink the bitter cup I go. 994L. M. Blessed are they that mourn. Deem not that they are blest alone Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God who loves our race has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years. 3 O, there are days of hope and rest For every dark and troubled night! And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. 4 And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bier Dost shed the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to thy arms again. 5 Nor let the good man’s trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a pierced and broken heart, And spurned of men, he goes to die. 6 For God hath marked each anguished day, And numbered every secret tear; And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here. 995L. M. Let not the water-flood overflow me. God of my life, to thee I call; Afflicted at thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 He who has helped me hitherto, Will help me all the journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to his endless praise. 4 Though rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home, apace, to God; Then count thy present trials small, For heaven will make amends for all. 996L. M. God only is my rock. My spirit looks to God alone; My rock and refuge is his throne; In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul for his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways; Pour out your hearts before his face; When helpers fail, and foes invade, God is our all-sufficient aid. 997L. M. 6 lines. Heb. 4:15. As oft, with worn and weary feet, We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er, The thought—how comforting and sweet! Christ took this very path before! Our wants and weaknesses he knows, From life’s first dawning to its close. 2 Do sickness, feebleness, or pain, Or sorrow, in our path appear? The recollection will remain, More deeply did he suffer here! His life, how truly sad and brief, Filled up with suffering and with grief! 3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray, And whisper evil things within, So did he, in the desert way, Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin; When worn, and in a feeble hour, The tempter came with all his power. 4 Just such as I, this earth he trod, With every human ill but sin; And, though indeed the Son of God, As I am now, so he has been. My God, my Saviour, look on me With pity, love and sympathy. 998L. M. The refiner’s fire. Saviour! though my rebellious will Has been, by thy blest power, renewed; Yet in its secret workings still How much remains to be subdued! 2 Oft I recall, with grief and shame, How many years their course had run Ere grace my murmuring heart o’ercame, Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!” 3 At length thy patient, wondrous love, Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong, Availed that stony heart to move, Which had rebelled, alas! so long. 4 Then was I taught by thee to say, “Do with me what to thee seems best, Give—take, whate’er thou wilt away, Health, comfort, usefulness, or rest. 5 “Be my whole life in suffering spent, But let me be in suffering thine; Still, O my Lord, I am content, Thou now hast made thy pleasure mine.” 999L. M. 6 lines. Touched with the feeling of, etc. When gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few; On him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom’s narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the ill I would not do; Still he who felt temptation’s power, Will guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend; And from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while— My Saviour marks the tears I shed, For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead. 4 And, O! when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last, Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside My dying bed, for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away. 1000L. M. I was brought low, and he helped me. I will extol thee, Lord on high: At thy command diseases fly; Who, but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave? 2 Thine anger but a moment stays, Thy love is life and length of days: Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores our joy. 1001C. M. O Lord, save me, and I shall be saved. Great Source of boundless power and grace! Attend my mournful cry; In hours of dark and deep distress, To thee alone I fly. 2 Thou art my Strength, my Life, my Stay; Assist my feeble trust; O, drive my gloomy fears away, And raise me from the dust. 3 Fain would I call thy grace to mind, And trust thy glorious name: Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind, For ever is the same. 4 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, When earthly comforts die; Thy voice can bid my pains depart, And raise my pleasures high. 5 Here let me rest—on thee depend, My God, my Hope, my All; Be thou my everlasting Friend, And I shall never fall. 1002C. M. Thou rulest the raging of the sea. To thee, my God, whose presence fills The earth, and seas, and skies, To thee, whose name, whose heart is Love, With all my powers I rise. 2 Troubles in long succession roll; Wave rushes upon wave; Pity, O pity my distress! Thy child, thy suppliant, save! 3 O bid the roaring tempest cease; Or give me strength to bear Whate’er thy holy will appoints, And save me from despair! 4 To thee, my God, alone I look, On thee alone confide; Thou never hast deceived the soul That on thy grace relied. 5 Though oft thy ways are wrapt in clouds Mysterious and unknown, Truth, righteousness, and mercy stand, The pillars of thy throne. 1003C. M. Acts 14:22. Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before: He that into God’s kingdom comes Must enter by this door. 2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessÉd face to see; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What must thy glory be? 3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with those triumphant saints That sing Jehovah’s praise. 1004C. M. When the waves arise, thou stillest them. Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o’er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save. 2 When darkness, and when sorrows rose, And pressed on every side, The Lord hath still sustained our steps, And still hath been our guide. 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, He will restore our peace; For he who bade the tempest roar Can bid the tempest cease. 4 Here will we rest, here build our hopes, Nor murmur at his rod; He’s more to us than all the world— Our Health, our Life, our God. 1005C. M. Songs in the night. O thou who driest the mourner’s tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee. 2 But thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e’en the hope that threw A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too; 4 O, who would bear life’s stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? 5 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright With more than rapture’s ray; The darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. 1006C. M. God is my portion for ever. My times of sorrow and of joy, Great God! are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee, And go at thy command. 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, Yet would I not repine; Before they were possessed by me, They were entirely thine. 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, Though all the world were gone, But seek enduring happiness In thee, and thee alone. 1007C. M. 6 lines. God is the strength of my heart. Happy are they who learn in thee, Though patient suffering teach, The secret of enduring strength, And praise too deep for speech; Peace that no pleasure from without, Nor strife within, can reach. 2 Safe in thy sanctifying grace, Almighty to restore, Borne onward—sin and death behind, And love and life before— O let my soul abound in hope, And praise thee evermore! 1008C. M. The Lord will strengthen him, etc. When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, ’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away: 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of his love; Sweet to look upward to the place Where Jesus pleads above: 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name In life’s fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own: 4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That when my change shall come, Angels shall hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home: 5 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest, Whose love can never end; Sweet on his covenant of grace For all things to depend. 6 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from thee! 7 O may the unction of these truths For ever with me stay, Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed, My spirit flies away. 1009C. M. The sorrows of death compassed me. My God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days: Why was this fleeting breath renewed, But to renew thy praise? 2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain; When life was hovering o’er the grave, And nature sunk with pain. 3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt, Didst chase the fears of hell, And teach my pale and quivering lips Thy matchless grace to tell. 4 Calmly I bowed my fainting head On thy dear, faithful breast; Pleased to obey my Father’s call To his eternal rest. 5 Into thy hands, my Saviour God, Did I my soul resign, In firm dependence on that truth Which made salvation mine. 6 Back from the borders of the grave, At thy command I come, Nor will I urge a speedier flight To my celestial home. 1010C. M. Christ our Refuge. In every trouble, sharp and strong, My soul to Jesus flies; My anchor-hold is firm in him, When swelling billows rise. 2 His comforts bear my spirits up, I trust a faithful God; The sure foundation of my hope Is in a Saviour’s blood. 3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul, To thy Redeemer’s name; In joy and sorrow, life and death, His love is still the same. 1011C. M. Entire submission. And can my heart aspire so high, To say—“My Father God!” Lord, at thy feet I long to lie, And learn to kiss the rod. 2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise; Let every anxious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise. 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid me wait serene; Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene. 4 My Father! O permit my heart To plead her humble claim; And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer’s name. 1012C. M. Out of the depths. O thou! who, in the olive shade, When the dark hour came on, Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid, Strengthen thy suffering Son; 2 O, by the anguish of that night, Send us now blest relief; Or to the chastened, let thy might Hallow this whelming grief. 3 And thou, that, when the starry sky, Saw the dread strife begun, Didst teach adoring faith to cry, Father! thy will be done; 4 By thy meek Spirit, thou, of all That e’er have mourned the chief, Blest Saviour! if the stroke must fall, Hallow this whelming grief. 1013C. M. One thing have I desired. With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face, My heart endures with pain. 3 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now, I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. 4 But why, my soul, sunk down so far, Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair; And sin against my God? 5 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. 1014C. M. Thou hast loosed my bonds. Now to thy heavenly Father’s praise, My heart, thy tribute bring; That goodness which prolongs my days, With grateful pleasure sing. 2 Whene’er he sends afflicting pains, His mercy holds the rod; His powerful word the heart sustains, And speaks a faithful God. 3 A faithful God is ever nigh When humble grief implores; His ear attends each plaintive sigh, He pities and restores. 4 Lord, I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand, that loosed my bonds of pain, Has bound me with thy love. 1015S. M. Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth. How tender is thy hand, O thou most gracious Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been! 3 A Father’s hand we felt, A Father’s heart we knew; ’Mid tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true. 4 Now we will bless the Lord, And in his strength confide; For ever be his name adored, For there is none beside. 1016S. M. Lead me to the Rock, etc. When overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies, Helpless, and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the Rock That’s high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I’ll abide; Thou art the tower of my defense, The refuge where I hide. 1017S. M. The bow in the cloud. Out of the depths of woe, To thee, O Lord! I cry; Darkness surrounds thee, but I know That thou art ever nigh. 2 Like them I watch and pray, Who for the morning long; Catch the first gleam of welcome day, Then burst into a song. 3 Glory to God above! The waters soon will cease; For, lo! the swift returning dove Brings home the sign of peace! 4 Though storms thy face obscure, And dangers threaten loud, Thy holy covenant is sure; Thy bow is in the cloud! 1018S. M. God dealeth with you as with sons. How gracious and how wise Is our chastising God; And, O! how rich the blessings are Which blossom from his rod! 2 He lifts it up on high With pity in his heart, That every stroke his children feel, May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus, they bow And own his sovereign sway; They turn their erring footsteps back To his forsaken way. 4 His covenant love they seek, And seek the happy bands That closer still engage their hearts To honor his commands. 5 Our Father, we consent To discipline divine; And bless the pain that makes our souls Still more completely thine. 6 Supported by thy love, We tend to realms of peace, Where every pain shall far remove, And every frailty cease. 1019S. M. The inward man is renewed, etc. We love this outward world, Its fair sky overhead, Its morning’s soft, gray mist unfurled, Its sunsets rich and red. 2 But there’s a world within, That higher glory hath; A life the struggling soul must win— The life of joy and faith. 3 For this the Father’s love Doth shade the world of sense, The bounding play of health remove, And dim the sparkling glance; 4 That, though the earth grows dull, And earthly pleasures few, The spirit gain its wisdom full To suffer and to do. 5 Holy this world within, Unknown to sound or sight— The world of victory over sin, Of faith, and love, and light. 1020S. M. Perfect peace in Christ. Thou very present aid In suffering and distress, The soul which still on thee is stayed, Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The soul, by faith reclined On the Redeemer’s breast, ’Mid raging storms exults to find An everlasting rest. 3 Sorrow and fear are gone Whene’er thy face appears: It stills the sighing orphan’s moan, And dries the widow’s tears: 4 It hallows every cross; It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my every loss, And find my all in thee. 5 Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my wishes fill: What though created streams are dry, I have the fountain still. 6 Stripped of my earthly friends, I find them all in One; And peace and joy that never ends, And heaven in Christ begun. 10217s. One for evermore with thee. Prince of Peace! control my will; Bid this struggling heart be still; Bid my fears and doubtings cease— Hush my spirit into peace. 2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, Opened wide the gate to God; Peace I ask—but peace must be, Lord, in being one with thee. 3 May thy will, not mine, be done; May thy will and mine be one: Chase these doubtings from my heart; Now thy perfect peace impart. 4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall; Thou my Life, my God, my All, Let thy happy servant be One for evermore with thee. 10227s. Correct me, but with judgment. Gently, gently lay thy rod On my sinful head, O God! Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay, Lest I sink beneath its sway. 2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak; Heal me, for thy grace I seek; This my only plea I make— Heal me for thy mercy’s sake. 3 Who, within the silent grave, Shall proclaim thy power to save? Lord! my sinking soul reprieve; Speak, and I shall rise and live. 4 Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea! Lo! he comes—the shadows flee; Glory round me dawns once more! Rise, my spirit, and adore! 10237s. Affliction cometh not forth of the dust. ’Tis my happiness below, Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour’s power to know, Sanctifying every loss. 2 Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all— This is happiness to me. 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way; Might I not, with reason, fear I should prove a castaway? 4 Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet— Lay me low, and keep me there. 10248s & 7s. All thy waves and thy billows, etc. Full of trembling expectation, Feeling much and fearing more, Mighty God of my salvation! I thy timely aid implore; Suffering Son of Man, be near me, All my sufferings to sustain; By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, By thy more than mortal pain. 2 Call to mind that unknown anguish, In thy days of flesh below; When thy troubled soul did languish Under a whole world of woe; When thou didst our curse inherit, Groan beneath our guilty load, Burdened with a wounded spirit, Bruised by all the wrath of God. 3 By thy most severe temptation, In that dark, Satanic hour; By thy last, mysterious passion, Screen me from the adverse power; By thy fainting in the garden, By thy bloody sweat I pray, Write upon my heart the pardon, Take my sins and fears away. 4 By the travail of thy spirit, By thine outcry on the tree, By thine agonizing merit, In my pangs, remember me! By thy pangs of crucifixion, My weak, dying soul befriend; Make me patient in affliction, Keep me faithful to the end. 10258s & 7s. Afterward. Why should I, in vain repining, Mourn the clouds that cross my way; Since my Saviour’s presence, shining, Turns my darkness into day? 2 Earthly honor, earthly treasure, All the warmest passions win, And the silken wings of pleasure Only waft us on to sin. 3 But, within the vale of sorrow, All with tempests overblown, Purer light and joy we borrow From the face of God alone. 4 Welcome, then, each darker token! Mercy sent it from above! So the heart, subdued, not broken, Bends in fear, and melts with love. 10268s, 7s & 4s. In the night his song shall be with me. In the floods of tribulation, While the billows o’er me roll, Jesus whispers consolation, And supports my sinking soul; Sweet affliction! Bringing Jesus to my soul. 2 In the darkest dispensations Doth my faithful Lord appear, With his richest consolations, To reanimate and cheer. Sweet affliction! Thus to bring my Saviour near. 3 All I meet shall still befriend me In my path to heavenly joy, Where, though trials now attend me, Trials never more annoy. Sweet affliction! Every promise gives me joy. 4 Wearing there a weight of glory, Still the path I’ll ne’er forget; But, exulting, cry, It led me To my blessÉd Saviour’s seat. Sweet affliction! Which has brought me to his feet. 10278s. Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. How vast is the tribute I owe, Of gratitude, homage and praise, To the giver of all I possess, The life and the length of my days! 2 When the sorrows I boded were come, I poured out my sighs and my tears; And to him, who alone can relieve, My soul breathed her vows and her prayers. 3 When my heart throbbed with pain and alarm, When paleness my cheek overspread, When sickness pervaded my frame— Then my soul on my Maker was stayed. 4 When death’s awful image was nigh, And no mortal was able to save, Thou didst brighten the valley of death, And illumine the gloom of the grave. 5 In mercy thy presence dispels The shades of adversity’s night, And turns the sad scene of despair To a morning of joy and delight. 6 Great source of my comforts restored, Thou healer and balm of my woes! Thou hope and desire of my soul! On thy mercy I’ll ever repose. 7 How boundless the gratitude due To thee, O thou God of my praise! The fountain of all I possess, The life and the light of my days! 10288s. When he hath tried me, etc. O why this disconsolate frame! Though earthly enjoyments decay, My Jesus is ever the same— My Sun in the gloomiest day. 2 Though molten awhile in the fire, ’Tis only the gold to refine; And be this my simple desire, Though suffering, not to repine. 3 O what are the pleasures to me Which earth in its fullness can boast? Delusive, its vanities flee— A flash of enjoyment at most. 4 And if my Redeemer could part, For me, with his throne in the skies, O why is so dear to my heart What he in his wisdom denies? 5 Then let the rude tempest assail, Let blasts of adversity blow, The heavens, though distant, I hail, Beyond this rough ocean of woe. 6 When safe on that beautiful strand, I’d smile on the billows that foam; Kind angels to hail me to land, And Jesus to welcome me home. 10297s & 6s. I was sick, and ye visited me. ’Tis not a lonely night watch Which by the couch I spend: Jesus is close beside us, Our Saviour and our Friend. 2 Often I strive all vainly, To ease the aching head, Then, silently and gently, Himself he makes thy bed. 3 Do we not hear him saying, “Your guilt on me was laid,” “Ye are my blood-bought jewels;” “Fear not, be not dismayed.” 4 “I sit beside the furnace,” “The gold will soon be pure,” “And blessÉd are those servants Who to the end endure.” 5 Amen! O blessed Saviour, Dwell with us, in us, here, And let us welcome trials, Till we thine image bear. 103011s & 8s. I sought him whom my soul loveth. O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call; My comfort by day and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all! 2 Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep To feed on the pastures of love? For why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove? 3 O why should I wander an alien from thee, And cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 You daughters of Zion, declare have you seen The star that on Israel shone? Say if your tents my belovÉd has been, And where with his flock he is gone? 5 This is my belovÉd; his form is divine, His vestments shed odors around, The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine When autumn with plenty is crowned. 6 The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow In the vales, on the banks of the streams, On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow, And his eyes are as quivers of beams. 7 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfumed with his breath. 8 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow That water the garden of grace; From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, And bask in the smiles of his face. 9 Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high; Their faces the cherubim vail in his sight, And tremble with fullness of joy. 10 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word; He speaks, and eternity, filled with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of her Lord. 103111s & 10s. Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing. We will not weep, for God is standing by us, And tears will blind us to the blessÉd sight; We will not doubt, if darkness still doth try us: Our souls have promise of serenest light. 2 We will not faint, if heavy burdens bend us; They press no harder than our souls can bear; The thorniest way is lying still behind us; We shall be braver for the past despair. 3 O not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending: Sin with its fears, shall leave us at the last; All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending, Life shall be with us more when death is past. 4 Help us, O Father! when the world is pressing On our frail hearts, that faint without their Friend; Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing Strengthen our weakness, till the joyful end. 1032P. M. All my springs are in thee. As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my heart, the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to thee— My God! silent to thee— Pure, warm, silent to thee. 2 As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o’er the dim sea, So, dark as I roam thro’ this wintery world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to thee— My God! trembling to thee— True, fond, trembling to thee. 10334s & 6s, or C. M. Canticles 4:16. The spring-tide hour Brings leaf and flower, With songs of life and love; And many a lay Wears out the day In many a leafy grove. Bird, flower, and tree, Seem to agree Their choicest gifts to bring; But this poor heart Bears not its part, In it there is no spring. 2 Dews fall apace, The dews of grace, Upon this soul of sin; And love divine Delights to shine Upon the waste within: Yet year by year, Fruits, flowers, appear, And birds their praises sing; But this poor heart Bears not its part, Its winter has no spring. 3 Lord, let thy love, Fresh from above, Soft as the south-wind blow! Call forth its bloom, Wake its perfume, And bid its spices flow! And when thy voice Makes earth rejoice, And the hills laugh and sing, Lord! make this heart To bear its part, And join the praise of spring! |
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