II. Is heavenly love a theme so high, It suits not earthly lyre A theme but fitted for the sky, And the eternal quire? III. Or is it that where fancy lives Ambition dwelleth too, Whilst He who heavenly wisdom gives Still seeks the lowly few? IV. Or can it be that human love More wins the heart and eye, And so has mightier power to move Oh! this, methinks, can scarce be true, Whate'er we say of those; Let love divine the heart imbue, And calmly there repose ; VI. And thence shall sweetest songs ascend Though haply few an ear shall lend, VII. If voiceless oft, yet He who knows And well distinguish, though it flows VIII. But scattered widely there have been A small and chosen band, Who struck such vocal notes, I ween, And with so skilled a hand IX. That some but little wont to feel, And still less wont to weep, Have felt a power within them steal, And o'er their senses creep, X. Which half constrained their hearts to turn From shadows of the earth, And mourn the past, and inly burn For things of lofty birth. XI. Or sure, a few it quite constrained: Blest from on high the song hath gained XII. So rich with all the love of heaven, So full of proffered grace, That by the cross they've vowed and striven, To gird them for the race ; XIII. The race for the eternal crown, And palace in the skies; And Heaven has looked in mercy down, And they have won the prize. XIV. O God! I humbly ask this gift, I crave the power from Thee, The human soul on high to lift XV. Dead be my heart to other aim, My worthless lyre, if e'er it claim XVI. I ask thee but the holy skill The brightest and the best ; XVII. The love of Thee, my God and Lord! Be this the end I seek; For this can hallow every chord E'en mine, so poor and weak. II. "GOD IS LOVE." 1 JOHN iv. 16. I. WHY comes this fragrance on the summer breeze, That form these gay, though solitary bowers? II. Why bursts such melody from bush and tree, Content to listen, but would take its part? 'Tis but one song I hear, where'er I rove, Though countless be the notes, that-" God is love." |