POEMS, CHIEFLY RELIGIOUS. "HOW SHALL WE SING THE LORD'S SONG IN A STRANGE LAND?" THE song of God, so nobly sung By angels in a higher sphere, Shall my unworthy heart and tongue With spirit cleaving to the dust, How should I hope to glow and soar? How speak of heavenly joy and trust, Till I have felt them more? An heir of guilt, a child of sin, An exile in a world like this, What should I find without, within, In vain I spread my flickering wings; Great Lord of lords, and King of kings, I want a seraph's lofty voice, I want a seraph's soaring wing, Before I make such themes my choice, And God's dread glories sing. Thou needest not a note of mine To swell the triumphs of thy throne, Where myriads round thee bend and shine, And Heaven is all thy own! |