'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. | In darkness and in weariness The traveller on his way must press, No gleam to watch on tree or tower, Whiling away the lonesome hour. | Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near: Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. | When round Thy wondrous works below My searching rapturous glance I throw, Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove;-- | Or by the light Thy words disclose Watch Time's full river as it flows, Scanning Thy gracious Providence, Where not too deep for mortal sense:-- | When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, And all the flowers of life unfold; Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. | When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. | Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live: Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. | Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark: Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee. | The Rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt Thee and us ordain'd to stand,-- Guide Thou their course, O LORD, aright, Let all do all as in Thy sight. 234 | Oh! by Thine own sad burthen, borne So meekly up the hill of scorn, Teach Thou Thy Priests their daily cross To bear as Thine, nor count it loss! | If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine, Now, LORD, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin. | Watch by the sick: enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store: Be every Mourner's sleep to-night Like infants' slumbers, pure and light. | Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in Heaven above. | |