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ABOVE THE STORMS.
Above the storms and thunder-jars
That shake the eddying air,
Away beneath the naked stars,
Rises the Mount of Prayer.
That shake the eddying air,
Away beneath the naked stars,
Rises the Mount of Prayer.
The cumbering bars of mortal life
Here break and fall away,
And the harsh noise of human strife
Comes never: Let us pray!
Here break and fall away,
And the harsh noise of human strife
Comes never: Let us pray!
Father, may thy serener light
Reveal my nature true,
And all its pages, dark and bright,
Lie open to my view.
Reveal my nature true,
And all its pages, dark and bright,
Lie open to my view.
I've mingled in the battle-din,
That shakes the plains below,
And passions born of earth and sin
Have left their stains, I know.
That shakes the plains below,
And passions born of earth and sin
Have left their stains, I know.
How silent move thy chariot wheels
Along our camping ground,
Whose thickly folding smoke conceals
Thy camp of fire around!
Along our camping ground,
Whose thickly folding smoke conceals
Thy camp of fire around!
We tremble in the battle's roar,
Are brave amid its calm;
And when the fearful fight is o'er
We snatch thy victor-palm.
Are brave amid its calm;
And when the fearful fight is o'er
We snatch thy victor-palm.
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On surface knowledge we have fed,
And missed the golden grain;
And now I come to Thee for bread
To sate this hunger-pain.
And missed the golden grain;
And now I come to Thee for bread
To sate this hunger-pain.
No gift I bring, nor knowledge fine,
Nor trophies of my own;
I come to lay my heart in thine,
O Lamb amid the throne!
Nor trophies of my own;
I come to lay my heart in thine,
O Lamb amid the throne!
All that the Father hath is thine,—
Thus does thy word declare,—
So the full stream of life divine
Flows from the Godhead there.
Thus does thy word declare,—
So the full stream of life divine
Flows from the Godhead there.
The tree of Life, in mystic rows,
Stands in eternal green;
Out from the throne the River flows
In crystal waves between.
Stands in eternal green;
Out from the throne the River flows
In crystal waves between.
Ambrosial fruits hang o'er the waves
That pour their cleansing flood;
Thy Fount of Love the heart that laves,
And fills with royal good.
That pour their cleansing flood;
Thy Fount of Love the heart that laves,
And fills with royal good.
That good I seek, yet not alone
The hungered heart to fill,
But as the angel nigh the throne
Made swift to do thy will;
The hungered heart to fill,
But as the angel nigh the throne
Made swift to do thy will;
Thy will, unmingled, Lord, with mine,
That makes all service sweet,
And charged with messages divine,
Puts wings upon my feet.
That makes all service sweet,
And charged with messages divine,
Puts wings upon my feet.
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No need to trim my taper's blaze,
No need of sun or moon!
The glories falling from thy face
Make my unchanging noon.
No need of sun or moon!
The glories falling from thy face
Make my unchanging noon.
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