Memorials of Theophilus Trinal, Student By Thomas T. Lynch. Third Edition, Enlarged |
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CHAPTER II.
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HYMN AT EVENING.
I sat at evening in the shade,
A Bible on my knee;
Still heaven beautiful above,
Cool air around me free.
A Bible on my knee;
Still heaven beautiful above,
Cool air around me free.
And thoughts upon my spirit moved,
Stirr'd by the evening's charm,
Softly as clouds that floated by
Upon the heaven calm.
Stirr'd by the evening's charm,
Softly as clouds that floated by
Upon the heaven calm.
And turning Godward, every thought
Found beauty and a rest,
As grey clouds sunward travelling
Grow golden in the west.
Found beauty and a rest,
As grey clouds sunward travelling
Grow golden in the west.
Then like the Maker seem'd His work,
So beautiful, so strong;
As grand as old eternity—
Pure as a maiden young.
So beautiful, so strong;
As grand as old eternity—
Pure as a maiden young.
Man's early love, the earth and heavens,
Has charms that cannot tire;
Beauty in movement and in rest—
What change would we desire?
Has charms that cannot tire;
Beauty in movement and in rest—
What change would we desire?
Oh! who is he would wish the stars
New-scatter'd in the sky—
No more Orion and the Bear
On winter night to spy?
New-scatter'd in the sky—
No more Orion and the Bear
On winter night to spy?
Who would new vest the green-robed earth,
Or crave of Heaven, as boon,
A bluer sky, a brighter sun,
Or a serener moon?
Or crave of Heaven, as boon,
A bluer sky, a brighter sun,
Or a serener moon?
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While tiny-handed little ones
Are fashioning a bower,
Age with his sorrow-whiten'd head
Stoops to a budding flower.
Are fashioning a bower,
Age with his sorrow-whiten'd head
Stoops to a budding flower.
Then said my heart, “This word of Christ,
The word of love and truth,
Is fresh and sweet to young and old,
For in itself is youth.
The word of love and truth,
Is fresh and sweet to young and old,
For in itself is youth.
The story is a deep-cupp'd flower,
Of richest inward dye;
The truths are as the midnight stars,
That speak immensity;
Of richest inward dye;
The truths are as the midnight stars,
That speak immensity;
And He, an ever-beaming sun,
Whose beauty and whose might,
Red-rising from its cloudy dawn,
Makes a creation bright.
Whose beauty and whose might,
Red-rising from its cloudy dawn,
Makes a creation bright.
So, Lord, Thy Word, even as Thy work,
We love until we die;
And added truth and wonder fresh
Thou wilt disclose on high.”
We love until we die;
And added truth and wonder fresh
Thou wilt disclose on high.”
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