The bard of the dales or poems and miscellaneous pieces; with a life of the author, written by himself. By John Castillo |
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ON A MEETING OF REVIVALISTS NEAR STAITHES. |
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ON A MEETING OF REVIVALISTS NEAR STAITHES.
How sweet was the sound from the top of yon mountain,
Which wafted its fragrance across the broad sea!
Or stole by the breeze up the vale to the fountain,
And pierced the ear with its sweet melody!
Which wafted its fragrance across the broad sea!
Or stole by the breeze up the vale to the fountain,
And pierced the ear with its sweet melody!
How much it doth Zion's fair mountains resemble,
Where Israel sung, and their altars did blaze—
Where sucklings and babes in a concert assemble,
By which the great King is perfecting his praise.
Where Israel sung, and their altars did blaze—
Where sucklings and babes in a concert assemble,
By which the great King is perfecting his praise.
How worthy the theme is of such elevation,
Which mightily does the bystanders confound;
They sing of the Rock, and the wells of Salvation,
While streets long profaned, in chorus resound.
Which mightily does the bystanders confound;
They sing of the Rock, and the wells of Salvation,
While streets long profaned, in chorus resound.
From Cowber's bright summit that song is aspiring,
Jehovah himself now appears to approve;
To fan the dim spark in the cottage expiring,
Or melt the fierce flame of distraction to love.
Jehovah himself now appears to approve;
To fan the dim spark in the cottage expiring,
Or melt the fierce flame of distraction to love.
Sing on in the spirit, ye tribes of the mountain,
Feed on the rich manna that comes from his Word;
Of pleasure ere long ye shall drink of the Fountain,
And sing without sighs on the mount of the Lord!
Feed on the rich manna that comes from his Word;
Of pleasure ere long ye shall drink of the Fountain,
And sing without sighs on the mount of the Lord!
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