Classic Poem

1. O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind There weeps a strain, Low,
2. And wake a whitewinged angel throng Of thought, illumed By
sad, and sweet, whose measures bind The power of pain,
faith, and breathed in raptured song, With love perfumed.

3. Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
Life's burdens light.
I kiss the cross, and wake to know
A world more bright.

4. And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea
I see Christ walk,
And come to me, and tenderly,
Divinely talk.

5. Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
Upon life's shore,
'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
Oh, nevermore!

6. From tired joy and grief afar,
And nearer thee,
Father, where thine own children are,
I love to be.

7. My prayer, some daily good to do
To thine, for thee;
An offering pure of love, where to
God leadeth me.