THE SON. FATHER I wait thy word. The sun doth stand The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, IN HIM WE LIVE. FATHER! I bless thy name that I do live, And in each motion am made rich with thee, That when a glance is all that I can give, It is a kingdom's wealth if I but see; This stately body cannot move, save I Will to its nobleness my little bring; My voice its measured cadence will not try, Save I with every note consent to sing; I cannot raise my hands to hurt or bless, But I with every action must conspire; To show me there how little I possess, And yet that little more than I desire; May each new act my new allegiance prove, Till in thy perfect love I ever live and move. ENOCH. I LOOKED to find a man who walked with God, Though gladdened millions on his footstool trod, That none its melodies like him could hear; Yet none like David turned a willing ear; Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood, The only temple he delights to fill. 9 1 THE MORNING WATCH. 'Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns But scarcely shows how dark the slumbering street; No sound of life the silent mart returns; No friends from house to house their neighbors greet; It is the sleep of death; a deeper sleep Or, turning in their sluggard trances, say "There yet are many hours to fill the night;" They rise not yet; while on the bridegroom goes 'Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close! THE LIVING GOD. THERE is no death with Thee! each plant and tree 7 |