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SUPPLICATION.
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,
Cheerful I’ll live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.
370 C. M.
Secret prayer.
1 CATH.ER divine, thy piercing eye
r Sees through the darkest night;
In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.
2 There may that piercing eye survey
My duteous homage paid,
With every morning’s dawning ray,
And every evening’s shade.
3 O let thine own celestial fire
The incense still inflame !
While my warm vows to thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer’s name.
4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;
So shalt thou deign in worlds above
Thy suppliant to confess.
371 L. M.
Hope In darkness, longing for light.
1 / A GOD, my Sun, thy blissful rays
Can warm, rejoice, and guide my heart;