6.
“My flesh trembleth for fear of Thee, and I am afraid of Thy judgments.”
Would that my heart were meet to be Thy rest
In holy stillness; would that I might dwell
With Thee alone in this Thy rocky cell,
And shut out all the world! O thought most blest,
And yet of all most dreadful, dispossessed
Of all things which the self-proud spirit swell,
To be alone with Thee—approachable
By nought but holy thoughts, or thoughts distressed
That yearn to be so! As the solemn night
In contemplation wrapt and silent gloom,
With all her stars and covering of thick shade;
So this our burial with Thee in the tomb
Is semblance of the time when out of sight
The disembodied soul with Thee is laid.
