Of all that I have done or said How little can I now recal! Forgotten things to me are dead; With thee they live, thou knowest them all. Thou hast been with me from the womb, The moment comes, when strength must fail, And shade of death, with thee alone. Alone with thee;-in that dread strife, Then, when the unbodied spirit lands Be mine eternal portion this, Since Thou wert always here with me, That I may view thy face in bliss, And be for evermore with Thee. XXV. O, THOU great power! in whom I move, No hallowed oils, no gums I need, Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire; Oh, precious ransom! which once paid, That consummatum est was said; And said by Him, that said no more, But sealed it with His sacred breath: Thou then, that has dispunged my score, And, dying, wert the death of death, Be to me now-on Thee I call— My life, my strength, my joy, my all! XXVI. To Sion's hill I lift my eyes, Then thou, my soul, in safety rest, Sheltered beneath the Almighty's wings Thou shalt securely rest, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee By day or night molest. At home, abroad, in peace, in war, Thy God shall thee defend; Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage Safe to thy journey's end. XXVII. O GOD! our help in ages past, Under the shadow of thy throne, Before the hills in order stood, A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, Time, like an ever-rolling stream Like flowery fields the nations stand, O God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard whilst life shall last, XXVIII. WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, |