Shall each pretend to reach the skies, And live beyond the bounds of time? Yet will I pray, for thou wilt hear! Whose hand from pole to pole I trace; Thou, who in wisdom placed me here, Who, when thou wilt, can take me hence, Ah! whilst I tread this earthly sphere, How shall thy glorious name adored With clay the grave's eternal bed, Though doomed no more to quit the dead. And hope, my God, to thee again MORNING HYMN. BY CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN. "LET THERE BE LIGHT!" The Eternal spoke, And from the abyss where darkness rode The earliest dawn of nature broke, And light around creation flow'd. The glad earth smiled to see the day, "Let there be light!" O'er heaven and earth, The GOD who first the day-beam pour'd, Utter'd again his fiat forth, And shed the gospel's light abroad, And, like the dawn, its cheering rays Then come, when in the orient first CONTENT. Contentment walks The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings Thomson. |