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TWILIGHT OF OUR BEING.
“One day, known to the Lord, not day, nor night.”—Zech. xiv. 7.
“Jesus said, What I do thou knowest not now, but thou shalt know hereafter.”—John xiii. 7.
“Though what I do ye know not now
Hereafter sainted hearts shall see,”
Saviour! before that will we bow
And learn our cross by loving Thee:
Grant to our souls the grace on God to live,
And clasp the counsel which Thy precepts give.
Hereafter sainted hearts shall see,”
Saviour! before that will we bow
And learn our cross by loving Thee:
Grant to our souls the grace on God to live,
And clasp the counsel which Thy precepts give.
Such partial light and shade become
The vexèd life our bosoms feel;
For, could we clearly view the home
Which yonder shrines in heaven conceal,
How should we turn with loathing sense away
From those stern duties, which demand each day!
The vexèd life our bosoms feel;
For, could we clearly view the home
Which yonder shrines in heaven conceal,
How should we turn with loathing sense away
From those stern duties, which demand each day!
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All light would make our hearts presume,
All darkness end in black despair;
But God has so arranged the gloom
As best becomes the cross we bear:—
An ampler vision might elate the mind,
And deeper shadows would eclipse mankind.
All darkness end in black despair;
But God has so arranged the gloom
As best becomes the cross we bear:—
An ampler vision might elate the mind,
And deeper shadows would eclipse mankind.
“We know in part,” and part of this
How weakly can the wisest know!
Our purest heavens of hallow'd bliss
Are tinged with soiling earth below:
Put into language, oft doth wisdom seem
The broken semblance of a baseless dream.
How weakly can the wisest know!
Our purest heavens of hallow'd bliss
Are tinged with soiling earth below:
Put into language, oft doth wisdom seem
The broken semblance of a baseless dream.
Such clouds and darkness round the path
Of God to man encircled lie,
That he who heavenly science hath
This awful truth will scarce deny,—
That earth seems moist with melancholy tears
Dropt from the eyelids of some thousand Years.
Of God to man encircled lie,
That he who heavenly science hath
This awful truth will scarce deny,—
That earth seems moist with melancholy tears
Dropt from the eyelids of some thousand Years.
Yet sorrow is the penal bane
Attemper'd to a world of sin;
For where our God hath ceased to reign
Darkness and death must enter in;
And saintly eyes should learn to see by prayer
Truths which transcend what mortal lips declare.
Attemper'd to a world of sin;
For where our God hath ceased to reign
Darkness and death must enter in;
And saintly eyes should learn to see by prayer
Truths which transcend what mortal lips declare.
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