Arabia's desert-ranger To Him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see; Ships from the Isles shall meet Kings shall fall down before Him, Or dove's light wing can soar. For Him shall prayer unceasing, The mountain-dews shall nourish And shake like Lebanon. O'er every foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; That Name to us is-Love. IV.-GO TO DARK GETHSEMANE. O dark Gethsemane, Go to that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour: Where they laid His breathless clay: All is solitude and gloom : Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen !-He meets our eyes. Saviour, teach us so to rise. V.-AT HOME IN HEAVEN. PART I. OR ever with the Lord!" "FOR Amen; so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam; My Father's house on high, Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, Yet clouds will intervene, Anon the clouds dispart, The winds and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart Expands the bow of peace. Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallow'd ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around. I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of heaven Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower. Then, then I feel that He, (Remember'd or forgot,) The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not. PART II. In darkness as in light Hidden alike from view, I sleep, I wake within His sight From the dim hour of birth, All that I am, have been, All that I yet may be, He sees at once, as He hath seen How can I meet His eyes? Mine on the cross I cast, And own my life a Saviour's prize, Mercy from first to last. "For ever with the Lord !" -Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word, Even here to me fulfil. Be Thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail ; Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand, Fight, and I must prevail. So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. Knowing as I am known, Then, though the soul enjoy Both shall in glory meet. The trump of final doom Will speak the self-same word, And Heaven's voice thunder through the tomb, "For ever with the Lord!" The tomb shall echo deep That death-awakening sound; The saints shall hear it in their sleep And answer from the ground. Then, upward as they fly, That resurrection-word Shall be their shout of victory, "For ever with the Lord!" The resurrection-word, That shout of victory, Once more,-"For ever with the Lord! Amen; so let it be. |