To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in ev'ry clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore since God is there.
While place we seek or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
"Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadfui lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of ânding God in all.
My country, Lord, art thou alone;
Nor other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet;
My law, my love; life's only sweet!
I hold by nothing here below;
Appoint my journey, and I go;
Though pierc'd by scorn, oppress'd by pride,
I feel thee good-feel nought beside.
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
To souls on fire with heav'nly love;
Though men and devils both condemn,
No gloomy days arise from them.
Ah then! to his embrace repair;
My soul, thou art no stranger there;
There love divine shall be thy guard,
And peace and safety thy reward.
By the anguish'd sigh that told
Treachery lurk'd within thy fold,
From thy seat above the sky
Hear our solemn litany!
By thine hour of dire despair,
By thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,---
By the gloom that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice,—
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn litany!
By the deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God,-
O, from earth to heav'n restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany!
[MADAME GUION, TRANSLATED BY COW KN.j
OH thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;
My love! how full of sweet content
I pass my years of banishment!
All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impress'd with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell they dwell in thee;
In heav'n, in earth, or on the sca.
To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in ev'ry clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore since God is there.
While place we seek or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
"Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadfui lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of ânding God in all.
My country, Lord, art thou alone;
Nor other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet;
My law, my love; life's only sweet!
I hold by nothing here below;
Appoint my journey, and I go;
Though pierc'd by scorn, oppress'd by pride,
I feel thee good-feel nought beside.
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
To souls on fire with heav'nly love;
Though men and devils both condemn,
No gloomy days arise from them.
Ah then! to his embrace repair;
My soul, thou art no stranger there;
There love divine shall be thy guard,
And peace and safety thy reward.
ON Horeb's brow the Tiehbite stands, Encompassed round with burning sands; He felt the sullen earthquake's shock, The heaving ground, the reeling rock, Beheld the whirlwind's awful force Rending the mountains in its course, And fire that seem'd to fill the sky, Shewing that Israel's God drew nighDistinctly in the desert drear,
A still small voice now strikes his eat,
'Elijah, say, what dost thou here?'
'I have been jealous for the Lord,
Contemning Ahab's cruel sword;
And stood on Carmel's height unmov'd
Where I thy people's sin reprov'd;
For they thy altars have o'erthrown,
Thy prophets slain,-and I alone
Assert the honour of thy name.'
With whom dwells now this holy flame?
If the great Judge should now appear,
How few like him, with hearts sincere,
Durst thus avow what they do here?
Am I then jealous for the Lord ?-
Or like Israël scorn his word?
Like them are idols my desire?
Quench I like them the Spirit's fire?-
Alas! when with thy saints I pray,
To realms remote my thoughts wil stray,
Intent on schemes of worldly pleasure,
Ambition's dreams, or earth-born treasure,-
Till rous'd, I start with sudden fear,
As conscience whispers in mine ear,
'Can God approve,-what thou dost here?
O Lord!-henceforward let it be
My whole desire to follow thee-
To glory in my Saviour's cross,
And all beside to count as dross.
Elijah like each sin I'll slay-
Like him each high command obey-
Press forward on the narrow road,
Deriving strength and hope from God.
Then Death's dread voice I need not fear;
Jesus shall whisper in mine ear,
'My servant, thou hast well done here!'
MEDITATIONS IN THE NIGHT.
[MADAME GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWER.]
SEASON of my purest pleasure,
Sealer of observing eyes!
When, in larger, freer measure,
I can commune with the skies;
While, beneath thy shade extended,
Weary man forgets his woes;
I, my daily trouble ended,
Find, in watching, my repose.
Silence all around prevailing,
Nature hush'd in slumber sweet,
No rude noise mine ears assailing,
Now my God and I can neet:
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