A sleep, a dream, a story By strangers quickly told, An unremaining glory Of things that soon are old. O Thou, who canst not slumber, Whose light grows never pale, Teach us aright to number Our years before they fail. On us Thy mercy lighten, On us Thy goodness rest, And let Thy Spirit brighten The hearts Thyself hast bless'd. Lord, crown our faith's endeavor With beauty and with grace, Till, clothed in light for ever, We see Thee face to face : A joy no language measures; A fountain brimming o'er; An endless flow of pleasures; An ocean without shore. III. THE HIDING-PLACE. "A man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind and a covert from the tempest, as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land." - ISA. xxxii. 2. And when I stand before Thy throne, And all Thy glory see; Still be my righteousness alone, To hide myself in Thee. 1850. IV. "ABIDE IN ME." JOHN XV. 4. “ABIDE in Me, and I in you:” Ah, blessed, sweet commands; Soft as the fall of early dew, Abide in Thee, my Lord, my God, Omnipotent to save From all the dangers of my road, From Satan and the grave. In thee, whose wisdom none can tell, |