Page:Poems Shipton.djvu/28

---

Thou, 'midst the wildest tempest,
 Dost ceaseless vigil keep.
Come, Lord! our fourth watch waneth;
 Come Thou—deliverance bring;
Of thy little band the Brother,
 The Bridegroom, and the King.

Far o'er the world's wide waters
 Thy open door is seen:
Thy dove, with white wings weary,
 Prays Thee to take her in.
There's light upon the billow
 As the wild blast sweepeth by;
We hear the heavenly message,
 "Be not afraid, 'tis I."

Oh, chase away the shadows,
 We long to see Thy face;
Each lonely hour hath brought us
 Nearer to Thine embrace:
Come, Lord! We wait Thy coming;
 With Thee is joy and light;
Sweet hope! soon, soon shall vanish
 The fourth watch of our night.