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THE BURIAL IN THE WILDERNESS.
And sterile wilderness, where she could bow
In freedom to thee, and sweet converse hold,
Fearless of haughty words and frowning brow!
Lord, take her! she is Thine;
O, twine
A living laurel round her fadeless brow!
In freedom to thee, and sweet converse hold,
Fearless of haughty words and frowning brow!
Lord, take her! she is Thine;
O, twine
A living laurel round her fadeless brow!
"From her ancestral halls.
From England's princely palaces and domes,
She heard the voice of her Redeemer call,
And meek in faith she left her fathers' tombs,
To make her home in this vast wilderness,
To find a grave where love might never shed
One tributary tear,—might never bless
Her patient sufferings and her dying head!
Earth, take the gift we bring,
And fling
Thy choicest flowers upon her lowly bed!
From England's princely palaces and domes,
She heard the voice of her Redeemer call,
And meek in faith she left her fathers' tombs,
To make her home in this vast wilderness,
To find a grave where love might never shed
One tributary tear,—might never bless
Her patient sufferings and her dying head!
Earth, take the gift we bring,
And fling
Thy choicest flowers upon her lowly bed!
"O, from Thy great white throne,
Almighty! look upon our mourning band;
We miss from out its ranks the loveliest one!
Deign to withdraw from us Thy chastening hand;
Let Thine eye pity, and Thy patient love
Upon our hearts in streams of mercy flow,
And give us faith to meet with her above,
As to Thy will submissively we bow!
Lord, take her! she is Thine;
O, twine
A living laurel round her fadeless brow!
Almighty! look upon our mourning band;
We miss from out its ranks the loveliest one!
Deign to withdraw from us Thy chastening hand;
Let Thine eye pity, and Thy patient love
Upon our hearts in streams of mercy flow,
And give us faith to meet with her above,
As to Thy will submissively we bow!
Lord, take her! she is Thine;
O, twine
A living laurel round her fadeless brow!
