Then mark the cloven sphere that holds O Father! grant thy love divine And mould it into heavenly forms! HYMN OF TRUST. O LOVE Divine, that stooped to share We smile at pain while Thou art near! Though long the weary way we tread, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near! When drooping pleasure turns to grief, On Thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love Divine, forever dear, Content to suffer while we know, Living and dying, Thou art near! A SUN-DAY HYMN. LORD of all being! throned afar, Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine! |