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If in His Throne and Footstoo
Such glorious lustre be; What at His Heart may we conceive
Of Bliss and Radiancy !
WINTER's dark hours are over ;
The snow and rain are past : Life, that was captive held by Death,
Breaks from her bonds at last. All, that so long lay sleeping
In the darksome winter-night, Stirs mightily—and soon shall stand
All glorious in the light.
God sends His Breath, life-giving,
To wave through wood and plain : Voices from Nature's graves awake,
And her life-blood flows again. Her face in beauty gloweth ;
And, with swelling verdure rife, In the valleys and the mountain-sides
Burst thousand germs of life.
Sweet blossoms open, trembling,
Their casements, here and there;
Into the soft mild air.
Joyful amidst the bowers ;-
“ Life has from Death arisen !”
Resounds on every side : And the blue heaven laugheth joyously,
And Earth smiles like a bride.
This miracle to see :
And Spring comes forth for thee !
My heart is bright with joy ; A Day of blessing sheds its ray: There is the clear sound ringing forth,
“Come to God's House to-day !"
To-day, when He shall speak, Open thy heart, and keep thee still : Cease from the labours of thy hands,
When God would work His Will.
'Tis Open House to-day: The hungry souls He portioneth With Living Bread ; that all who eat
May never taste of death.
To-day, The Faithful Sower Goes forth, the good seed scattering: There, in each spirit where it dwells,
Rich harvest it shall bring.
To-day, The Shepherd True
Flow through sweet grassy meads.
To-day, The Great Physician,
Each pain and grief'to still.
This is a Day of Blessing ; And joyful voices seem to say In the Bells' clear tones, “Come forth, O Soul,
To the House of God to-day!”