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232 FABER'S HYMNS.
The Shadow of the Rock I One day of pain Thou scarce wilt hope the Rock to gain, Yet there wilt sleep thy last sleep on the plain; And only wake In Heaven's day-break, Rest in the Shadow of the Rock. |
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A CHILD'S DEATH.
Thou touchest us lightly, O God! in our grief;
But how rough is Thy touch in our prosperous hours t All was bright, but Thou earnest, so dreadful and brief, Like a thunderbolt falling in gardens of flowers.
My children I My children 1 they clustered all round me, Like a rampart which sorrow could never break through; Each change in their beautiful lives only bound me In a spell of delight which no care could undo.
But the eldest! O Father! how glorious he was, With the soul looking out through his fountain-like eyes:
Thou lovest thy Sole-born ! And had I not cause The treasure Thou gavest me, Father! to prize ? |
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