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44 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE. |
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Those words of consolation, treasured long
Within the heart's deep cell, Now live to point us to that ransom'd throng
Where thou, blest one, dost dwell.
Pastor beloved of other days, adieu!
We '11 meet on that bright shore Where the blest streams of consolation flow
Onward, forevermore.
1847.
TO THE BIBLE.
Guide of the wanderer ! I have been straying,—-
Lost in life's wilderness, long I have roam'd; Gladly I turn, and, thy counsels obeying,
Seek for thy guidance to pilot me home; No more would my heart, in its frailty forgetting
The source of its comforts, be turning aside,— But, 0! midst the ills that are always besetting
The pathway of life, I would seek the sure guide.
Light of the shiptoreck'df On life's stormy ocean
I have been cast, without compass or chart, And, 0! midst the tempests and billows'commotion,
I press thy fair page to my terror-struck heart; I see there's a light, that is sacredly shining
Along these dark waters, shed ever from thee, And, 0 ! when the sun of my life is declining,
The light of thy precepts my day-star shall be |
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