Not known by bustle but by useful deeds, Wasting no needless sound, yet ever working. Sunshine is ever calm; There are no tempests in yon sea of beams, Sunshine is ever strong; No blast can break or bend one single ray ; In seven-fold strength it faces wave and wind; Heedless of their opposing turbulence, It passes through them in its quiet power Unruffled, and unbroken, and unbent. No might of armies, and no rage of storms, Sunshine is ever pure ; No art of man can rob it of its beauty, It is the fairest, purest thing in nature, Where darkness comes not, where no shadow falls, Sunshine is ever joyous ; Its birthplace is in yon bright orb which flings, When, at the first gleam of the Morning-Star The faithful grave shall render up its treasure, And sunshine, such as earth has never known, Shall fill these skies with mirth, and smiles, and beauty, Erasing each sad wrinkle from their brow, Which the long curse had deeply graven there. THE NIGHT AND THE MORNING. To dream a troubled dream, and then awaken To dream ourselves alone, unloved, forsaken, And then to wake 'mid smiles, and love, and joy ; To look at evening on the storm's rude motion, Soothed to the stillness of its stillest sleep, So runs our course, -so tells the church her story, So to the end shall it be ever told; Brief shame on earth, but after shame the glory, Lord Jesus, come, and end this troubled dreaming! Dark shadows vanish, rosy twilight break! Morn of the true and real, burst forth, calm-beaming, Day of the beautiful, arise, awake! HOPE OF DAY. TILL the day dawn, And the Day-star arise,— O guide him through the waste, It is a night of fear; The path is rough and drear; Clouds frown, blasts rush along, The tempests gather strong; Strange perils compass me, Of flood, fire, rock, and sea ; Would fain still onward press. O felt and known, but yet unseen, be nigh; Till the day dawn, And the Day-star arise,- Thou who for me hast died; O light me on my way, My joy, my strength, my stay. O clasp me closer to thy pierced side, Thou who for me the death of deaths has died ; Let not this staggering faith be too too sorely tried. |