Poems

our guilty doom, Upon the Cross to save us bled, And who, triumphant from the tomb, Captivity hast captive led,? Oh ! teach thy ransom'd ones to know Thy love, who diedst to set them free, And bid their torpid spirits glow With love, which centres all in Thee. And come, triumphant Victim ! come I' the brightness of thy holy love, And make this earth, our purchased home, The image of thy courts above. Dimly, O Lord! our feeble eyes The dawning rays of glory see; But brightly shall the morning rise Which bids creation bend to Thee. Rise, Sun of Righteousness ! and shed Thy beams of searching light abroad; That earth may know (her darkness fled) Her King in thee, Incarnate God ! And oh! while yet thy mercy speaks, So may the words of love prevail, That when the morn of judgment breaks, Many may thine appearing hail. HYMN II. THANK-OFFEKING. In every place, in every hour, Whate'er my wayward lot may be; In joy or grief, in sun or shower, Father and Lord ! I turn to Thee. Thee, when the incense-breathing flowers Pour forth the worship of the spring, With the glad tenants of the bowers My trembling accents strive to sing. Thee, when upon the frozen strand Winter, begirt with storms, descends; Thee, Lord ! I hail, whose gracious hand O'er all a guardian care extends. Thee, when the golden harvests yield Their treasures to increase our store; Thee, when through ether's gloomy field The lightnings flash, the thunders roar. Thee, when athwart the a...