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I know these blossoms, clustering heavily
With evening dew upon their folded leaves,
The glory of my fheaves.
So do I gather strength and hope anew,
For well I know thy patient love perceives Not what I did, but what I strove to do; And, though the full, ripe ears be sadly few, Thou wilt accept my fheaves.
Yet high above the limits of my seeing,
Through waves, through clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Soon end in joyful day.
He everywhere hath rule,
And all things serve his might; His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.
Leave to his sovereign sway
To choose and to command :
How wise, how strong his hand.
Thou comprehend'st him not ;
Yet earth and heaven tell,
He ruleth all things well.
Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Confirm the feeble knee !
Let us, in life or death,
Boldly thy truth declare ;
THE Lord is King ! lift up thy voice,
The Lord is King! Child of the dust,
He reigns! ye saints, exalt your strains ;
Come, make your wants, your burdens known,
O, when His wisdom can mistake,
Alike pervaded by His eye,
One Lord, one empire, all secures;
Josiah Conder. 1856.