The Soul's Beauty anfading. SWEET day! So cool, so calm, so bright, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, Sweet rose! in air whose odors wave, And color charms the eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, Sweet spring! of days and roses made, Thy days depart, thy roses fade; Only a sweet and holy soul While flowers decay, and seasons roll, This lives, and cannot die. HERBERT, (altered.) Prayer and Action. O, NOT alone on the mount of prayer But with him through every changing scene And when the storm rages, and woe and wrath (9) BULFINCH. "He was there alone." He was there alone, when even There his inmost heart's emotion So let us, from earth retiring, Seek our God and Father's throne; And, to other scenes aspiring, Train our hearts, alone. (10) BOWRING. THE PSALMS. The Ford is my Shepherd. THE Lord is my shepherd; I never shall want; Tho' I walk through the vale of the shadow of Death, Thou comfortest me with thy staff and thy rod; My cup overfloweth; thou anointest with oil; PSALM XXIII. Bless the Ford. O, I will bless the Lord for aye; O, magnify the Lord with me, I sought the Lord, and he that heard His eyes are on the righteous ones, The Lord redeemeth all his souls; PSALM XXXIV. |