Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee— Or if on joyful wing, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be Christ alone beareth me Joint heir He maketh me Of the Divine! In Christ my soul shall be Nearest to Thee! LXI. A LONELY one am I, I turn me everywhere, Yet is there One above, In His blest company In fellowship so blest, No earthly tie's so near, No friend the heart can cheer, And though I'm thus alone, If God I feel my own, I live in Him. LXII. I LOOK to the bright blue sky above, I turn to the wild and raging sea, Thus soothed, I turn to the sky anew, The sea with its storms and wild unrest Is a type of earthly strife, The sky above seems an emblem meet Of the rest in our future life. There is a land where sea is no more, Where troubles of earth must cease, The sky to me is an open door To look on that land of peace. LXIII. ALONG life's dusty highway, And soft, calm summer skies! But no; the hand of duty By troubled waters and unrest; Well may our souls recoil From the harsh din, the care, the woe, The ceaseless strife of men below. Yet by this busy pathway, He that hath eyes to see, And by its side, the tree of life, With healing leaves, for this world's strife. |