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When my sad heart surveys the pain
Which weary pilgrims here sustain,

As o'er the waste of life they roam!
Oppressed without, betrayed within,
Victims of violence and sin,

Shall I not cry, “ Thy kingdom come!”

And when I know whose strong control
Can calm and cheer each troubled soul,

And lead these weary wanderers home;
Can lodge them in a Father's breast,
And soothe this weary world to rest,

Shall I not cry, “Thy kingdom come!"

O rise, the kingdom of the Lord !
Come to thy realms, immortal Word !

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 He?-Ask his emblem,

The glorious, glorious sun, Who glads the round world with his beams

Ere his day's long course is run.
Where is He ?-Ask the stars that keep

Their nightly watch on high.
Where is He ?-Ask the pearly dews,

The tear-drops of the sky.

Where is He ?-Ask the secret founts

That feed the boundless deep;
The dire simoom, or the soft night breeze

That lulls the earth to sleep.
Where is He ?-Ask the storm of fire

That bursts from Ætna's womb;
And ask the glowing lava flood

That makes the land a tomb.

Where is He?-Ask the Maelstroom's whirl,

Shivering tall pines like glass;
Ask the giant oak, the graceful flower,

Or the simplest blade of grass.
Where is He ?-Ask behemoth,

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 ;
And the bounding, thund'ring avalanche

Rent from their rugged crests.
Ask the wide-wasting hurricane,

Careering in its might;
The thunder-crash, the lightning-blaze,

Earth all convulsed with fright.

Where is He ?-Ask the crystal isles

On arctic seas that sail ;
Or ask, from lands of balm and spice;

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 ?


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