And wake a white-winged angel throng
Of thoughts, illumed
By faith, and breathed in raptured song,
With love perfumed.

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

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

Thus Truth engrounds me on the Rock
Upon Life's shore;
'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
Oh, nevermore!

From tired joy and grief afar,
And nearer Thee,--
Father, where Thine own children are,
I love to be.

My prayer, some daily good to do
To Thine, for Thee,--
Some offering pure of Love, whereto
God leadeth me.