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Things Unseen
With higher thoughts, O God, uplift
My sinking, feeble mind;
And let it, in the things unseen,.
Its rest and portion find.
My sinking, feeble mind;
And let it, in the things unseen,.
Its rest and portion find.
For these are real;—though the world
Doth not in them believe;
Can worldly, carnal-minded men
The things of God receive?
Doth not in them believe;
Can worldly, carnal-minded men
The things of God receive?
Such things the Spirit doth reveal,
Things, like Itself, divine;
Oh that they might more real grow,
And be forever mine.
Things, like Itself, divine;
Oh that they might more real grow,
And be forever mine.
Around my spirit ever breathe
A calm, and holy joy;
Which earthly cares might not disturb,
Nor human power destroy.
A calm, and holy joy;
Which earthly cares might not disturb,
Nor human power destroy.
Into my darkened spirit shine,
With ever brightening ray;
Till gone each cloud, which dims my sight,
And come the perfect day.
With ever brightening ray;
Till gone each cloud, which dims my sight,
And come the perfect day.
That thus I might, with truth and power,
To others too declare,
How great, how vast eternal things!
How wondrous and how fair!
To others too declare,
How great, how vast eternal things!
How wondrous and how fair!
Poem No. 836; c. 30 January 1869
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