 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“BRIGHT CLOUDS,”
My heart is heavy with a troubled psalm,
With mist that for this life is fair and fit,
That by the links of dazzling light was knit,
And is its own exceeding precious balm.
With mist that for this life is fair and fit,
That by the links of dazzling light was knit,
And is its own exceeding precious balm.
I know the shade was by the altar lit,
And that my name is graven on His palm,
The book of life where God's redeemed are writ,
High up in heaven in the eternal calm.
And that my name is graven on His palm,
The book of life where God's redeemed are writ,
High up in heaven in the eternal calm.
The cloud of day becomes a fire by night,
And breaks into a thousand waves of light,
To show the Lord has yet His temple here;
And breaks into a thousand waves of light,
To show the Lord has yet His temple here;
And when the world is desolate and drear,
Then out of darkness dawns the sacred sight,
Which sees in hope the other side of fear.
Then out of darkness dawns the sacred sight,
Which sees in hope the other side of fear.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |