4 It is Thine own, O Lord, Divine and blest, Thou keepest for those hearts who love Thee best. EARTH AND HEAVEN. 419. C. M. 1 Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul! One sun is set, a thousand more Where science leads thee to explore 2 Thus, when some long-loved comfort ends, And frailty would despair, Faith to the heaven of heavens ascends, As stars, that seem but points of light, 1 2 3 4 420. P. M. Oft when of God we ask Is this the boon for which we sought? This is indeed the boon, Though strange to us it seems; We toil as in a field, Wherein, to us unknown, A treasure lies concealed, Which may be all our own: We dig the wells of life, And only war could make us meet 421. P. M. 1 Sometimes a light surprises With healing on his wings: 2 In holy contemplation We sweetly then pursue E'en let the unknown to-morrow 3 It can bring with it nothing, Will give His children bread. 4 Though vine nor fig tree neither 1 The bird, let loose in eastern skies, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 2 But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay; Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, 3 So grant me, God, from every snare 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay |