 | Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood |  |
HYMN.
Approach not the altar
With gloom in thy soul;
Nor let thy feet falter
From terror's control!
With gloom in thy soul;
Nor let thy feet falter
From terror's control!
God loves not the sadness
Of fear and mistrust;
Oh serve Him with gladness—
The Gentle, the Just!
Of fear and mistrust;
Oh serve Him with gladness—
The Gentle, the Just!
His bounty is tender,
His being is Love,—
His smile fills with splendour
The blue arch above.
His being is Love,—
His smile fills with splendour
The blue arch above.
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Confiding, believing,
Oh! enter always
“His courts with thanksgiving—
His portals with praise!”
Oh! enter always
“His courts with thanksgiving—
His portals with praise!”
Nor come to the temple
With pride in thy mien;
But lowly and simple,
In courage serene.
With pride in thy mien;
But lowly and simple,
In courage serene.
Bring meekly before Him
The faith of a child:
Bow down and adore him,
With heart undefiled;
The faith of a child:
Bow down and adore him,
With heart undefiled;
And “by the still waters,”
And through the green shade,
With Zion's glad daughters,
Thy path shall be made!
And through the green shade,
With Zion's glad daughters,
Thy path shall be made!
| Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | |