`Evening Hymn on a Ground`

Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in... Читать дальше

`Evening Hymn on a Ground`

Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms,
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then to thy rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.
Hallelujah!

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Tell me some pitying angel,
Tell quickly, quickly say,
Where does my soul’s sweet darling stay,
In tiger’s or more cruel Herod’s way?
Ah, rather let his little footsteps press
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Tell me some pitying angel,
Tell quickly, quickly say,
Where does my soul’s sweet darling stay,
In tiger’s or more cruel Herod’s way?
Ah, rather let his little footsteps press
Unregarded through the wilderness,
Where milder savages resort,
The desert’s safer than a tyrant’s court.
Why, fairest object of my love,
Why dost thou from my longing eyes remove?
Was it a waking dream that did fortell thy wondrous birth?
No vision from above?
Where’s Gabriel now that visited my cell?
I call: Gabriel! Gabriel!
He comes not.
Flatt’ring hopes, farewell.
Me Judah’s daughters once caress’d,
Call’d me of mothers the most bless’d.
Now fatal change, of mothers most distress’d.
How shall my soul its motions guide?
How shall I stem the various tide,
Whilst faith and doubt my lab’ring soul divide?
For whilst of thy dear sight beguil’d,
I trust the God, but oh! I fear the child.

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