 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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THE BIBLE.
Book of the myriads' faith—thy firm decreeWithin these pages still but tells of Thee.
Here beams the star which sages led of yore,
And taught the knee to worship and adore.
Here hope still shines a bright unerring light,
To guide, sustain our feeble steps aright;
Around the weary heart—the drooping head—
Some drops of holy Gilead's balm to shed,—
Point, mid the storm, to realms beyond the sky,
Where angel-spirits still look down from high,
Watching o'er lowly man—and watching bless
That heir of sin and utter wretchedness.
Ah! 'tis from mercy's throne they wing their flight,
Cleave the thick clouds to cheer a mortal's sight,
Shed holy tears o'er earthly passion's shrine,
And rear an altar to a God divine!
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