LXII. THE Lord our God is full of might, He speaks and in his heavenly height, Rebel ye waves, and o'er the land Howl winds of night, your force combine; His voice sublime is heard afar, He yokes the whirlwinds to his car, Ye nations bend, in rev'rence bend, LXIII. THE Lord our God is Lord of all, I hear him in the waterfall! If in the gloom of night I shroud, I see him in the evening cloud, He lives, he reigns, in every land, He smiles, we live-he frowns, we die— He rears his red right arm on high, He bids his blasts the fields deform- F LXIV. HAIL! the heavenly scenes of peace, But wears the eternal smile of joy, Where the azure heavens display Where calm the spirit sinks to peace, The child long lost, the wife bereav'd, O, Lamb of God, by sorrow prov'd LXV. THROUGH Sorrow's night, and danger's path, There, when the turmoil is no more, Our labours done, securely laid The storms of life shall beat. Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise, These ashes too, this little dust, Our father's care shall keep, Then love's soft dew o'er every eye LXVI. WHAT is this passing scene? And then night sweeps along the plain, Man (soon discuss'd) Yields up his trust; And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust! And what is beauty's power? It flourishes and dies; Will the cold earth it's silence break, O'er beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall. The most belov'd on earth Not long survives to-day; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away: Thus does the shade, In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid! |