Volume Ii Part 29 (2/2)

No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul s.h.i.+nes as the sun; For G.o.d Himself gives light.

O my sweet home, Jerusalem!

Thy joys when shall I see?

The King that sitteth on thy throne In His felicity?

Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen.

Right through thy streets, with pleasing sound The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow.

Those trees each month yield ripened fruit; For evermore they spring, And all the nations of the earth To thee their honors bring.

O Mother dear, Jerusalem!

When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall I see?

ANONYMOUS.

EVENING.

Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live: Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.

Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark: Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee.

If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick: enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store: Be every mourner's sleep to-night Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in Heaven above.

JOHN KEBLE.

GOOD-NIGHT.

Close now thine eyes, and rest secure; Thy soul is safe enough; thy body sure; He that loves thee, He that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.

The smiling Conscience in a sleeping breast Has only peace, has only rest: The music and the mirth of kings Are all but very discords, when she sings: Then close thine eyes and rest secure; No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.

FRANCIS QUARLES.

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