Light Eternal. My faith, that sees so darkly here, Here fetters hamper freedom's wing; My portion here's a crumb at best; Now dusky shadows cloud my day; My numerous foes now beat me down; 283 Light Eternal. WILLIAM HAMMOND. LORD, how little do we know, How little of Thy presence feel, While we continue here below, And in these earthly houses dwell! When will these veils of flesh remove, Show Thy omnipotence to save; Thine image on our hearts engrave, Dart in our hearts a heavenly ray, A ray which still may shine more bright, Increasing to the perfect day, Till we awake in endless light! Then shall each Star become a Sun, Each shall possess a radiant crown, Delight in the Lord. JOHN RYLAND. LORD, I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend; When all created streams are Thy fulness is the same; And glory in Thy Name! dried, Gratitude to God. Why should the soul a drop bemoan, A fountain, which will ever run With waters sweet and clear? No good in creatures can be found, Oh, that I had a stronger faith, He that has made my heaven secure, O Lord, I cast my care on Thee; Henceforth my great concern shall be H Gratitude to God. WILLIAM COWPER. OW blest Thy creature is, O God, He views the lustre of Thy word, The day springs from on high. 285 Through all the storms that veil the skies, Struck by that light, the human heart, Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, The glorious orb, whose golden beams Since first, obedient to Thy word, Has cheer'd the nations with the joys His orient rays impart ; But, Jesus, 'tis Thy light alone Can shine upon the heart. Good Friday. DEAN HENRY HART MILMAN. BOUND upon th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood and writhing limb, Good Friday. Bound upon th' accursèd tree, Lord, our suppliant knees we bow, Bound upon th' accursed tree, Bound upon th' accursed tree, By the prayer for them that slew "Lord! they know not what they do!" By the spoil'd and empty grave, 287 |