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“ THY KINGDOM COME."
As o'er the waste of life they roam!
Shall I not cry, “ Thy kingdom come!”
And when I know whose strong control
And lead these weary wanderers home;
Shall I not cry, “Thy kingdom come!"
O rise, the kingdom of the Lord !
Melt and subdue these hearts of stone; Erect the throne which cannot move: Stretch forth the sceptre of thy love,
And make this rebel heart thine own.
WHERE IS GOD?
Where is He?-Ask his emblem,
The glorious, glorious sun, Who glads the round world with his beams
Ere his day's long course is run.
Their nightly watch on high.
The tear-drops of the sky.
Where is He ?-Ask the secret founts
That feed the boundless deep;
That lulls the earth to sleep.
That bursts from Ætna's womb;
That makes the land a tomb.
Where is He?-Ask the Maelstroom's whirl,
Shivering tall pines like glass;
Or the simplest blade of grass.
Who drinketh rivers dry ; The ocean-king, leviathan,
Or the scarce-seen atom fly.
Where is He?-Ask the awful calm
On mountain-tops that rests ;
Rent from their rugged crests.
Careering in its might;
Earth all convulsed with fright.
Where is He ?-Ask the crystal isles
On arctic seas that sail ;
The perfume-breathing cale,
Where in the universe is found
That presence-favour'd spot; All, all, proclaim His dwelling-place,
But say-Where is He not ?