1.
“My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled
in me. This I recal to mind, therefore have I hope.”
Teach me with Thee to mourn,—from Thee to learn
The comfort of the mourner
on that day:
From Thy pure Presence let one piercing ray
Lighten our darkness, that I may discern
And with that inextinguish'd fire may burn
The foul black spots within me,—sins that weigh
With burden of an infinite dismay
On Thy sad soul, that knows not where to turn
From the big load of our unnumber'd sins,
Which comes upon Thy spirit's solitude,
As when some storm-fraught thunder-cloud begins,
Falling upon the ground with drops of blood.
Oh, bind me to Thine altar, that no more
I add each day I live to that sad store.
