The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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FUNERAL HYMN.
Father! our brother's course is run,
And we bring home thy weary son;
No more he toils, no more he weeps;
And shall we mourn because he sleeps?
And we bring home thy weary son;
No more he toils, no more he weeps;
And shall we mourn because he sleeps?
He thank'd Thee, God of earth and sky,
For all that creep, and all that fly;
For weeds, that silent anthems raise,
And thoughts, that make their silence praise.
For all that creep, and all that fly;
For weeds, that silent anthems raise,
And thoughts, that make their silence praise.
For every thorn and every flower!
For conquering Right and baffled Power;
For all the meek and all the proud,
He thank'd the Lord of sun and cloud.
For conquering Right and baffled Power;
For all the meek and all the proud,
He thank'd the Lord of sun and cloud.
For soul to feel and sight to see,
In all thy works, but types of Thee;
For all thy works, and for thy word,
In life and death, he thank'd Thee, Lord.
In all thy works, but types of Thee;
For all thy works, and for thy word,
In life and death, he thank'd Thee, Lord.
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He thank'd Thee too for struggles long;
For storms, that make the feeble strong;
For every pang thy goodness gave;
For hope deferr'd—and for the grave.
For storms, that make the feeble strong;
For every pang thy goodness gave;
For hope deferr'd—and for the grave.
Oh, welcome in the morn, the road
That climbs to virtue's high abode!
But when descends the evening dew,
The inn of rest is welcome too.
That climbs to virtue's high abode!
But when descends the evening dew,
The inn of rest is welcome too.
Thou sayst to man, “Arise, and run
Thy glorious course, like yonder sun!”
But when thy children need repose,
Their Father's hand the curtain draws.
Thy glorious course, like yonder sun!”
But when thy children need repose,
Their Father's hand the curtain draws.
What though with eyes that yet can weep,
The sinner trembles into sleep?
Thou know'st he yet shall wake and rise
To gaze on Mercy's brightest skies.
The sinner trembles into sleep?
Thou know'st he yet shall wake and rise
To gaze on Mercy's brightest skies.
The fearful child, though still caress'd,
Will tremble on his mother's breast,
But he, she knows, is safe from ill,
Though, watch'd by love, he trembles still.
Will tremble on his mother's breast,
But he, she knows, is safe from ill,
Though, watch'd by love, he trembles still.
Lord! when our brother wakes, may they,
Who watch beneath thy footstool, say,
“Another wanderer is forgiven!
Another child is born in heav'n!”
Who watch beneath thy footstool, say,
“Another wanderer is forgiven!
Another child is born in heav'n!”
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