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The theme will give the power-before unknown, And the full heart roll out the tide of song,
Poured by the deaf and dumb.
ABBATH hours ! they come and go
Like the summer streamlet's flow,
Sparkling in the golden ray,
Sabbath hours ! ye come between,
May the Sabbath ever be,
Swiftly do its sunbeams fly,
HERE'S music in the morning air,
A holy voice and sweet,
The humblest peasant's feet.
From hill and vale, and distant moor, Long as the chime is heard, Each cottage sends its tenants poor,
For God's enriching Word.
Still where the British power hath trod,
The cross of faith ascends ; And like a radiant arch of God,
The light of Scripture bends ! Deep in the forest wilderness,
The wood-built Church is known; A sheltering wing in man's distress,
Spread like the Saviour's own!
The warrior from his armed tent,
The seaman from the tide -
In Christian nations wide,
Thousands and tens of thousands bring,
Their sorrows to His shrine,
Of Jesus' love divine !
If at an earthly chime the tread
Of million, million feet,
In God's own temple feat ;
To see God's saints arise,
The Sabbath of the Skies !
H! Thou, that driest the mourner's
tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!
The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
those tears alone.
But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And even hope, that threw
Is dimmed and vanished too,
Oh! who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy Word of love
A peace-branch from above?
Then forrow, touched by Thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray,
HEN sore afflictions crush the soul,
And riven is every earthly tie,
Through wakeful nights, when rack'd with pain,
On bed of languishing you lie, Remember still your God is near,
To wipe the tear from ev'ry eye.
A few short years and all is o'er,
Your sorrow-pain—will soon pass by; Then lean in faith on God's dear Son,
He'll wipe the tear from ev'ry eye.
Oh! never be
foul cast down, Nor let your heart desponding sigh ; Afsur'd that God, whose name is love, Will wipe the tear from ev'ry eye.