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God the Holy Ghost. 119
When, taught by painful proof to know That all is vanity below, The sinner roams from comfort far, And looks in vain for sun or star ; Soft gleaming then those lights divine Through all the cheerless darkness shine, And sweetly to the ravish'd eye Disclose the Day-spring from on high.
The heart, in sensual fetters bound, And barren as the wintry ground, Confesses, Lord, Thy quickening ray ; Thy word can charm the spell away ; With genial influence can beguile The frozen wilderness to smile ■ Bid living waters o'er it flow, And all be paradise below.
Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, The moon forget her nightly tale, And deepest silence hush on high The radiant chorus of the sky ; But, fix'd for everlasting years, Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres, Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, When heaven and earth have pass'd away,
Sir Robert Grant. 1839.