THE HAPPY CHOICE!
Jesus! thy name to me hath charms,
Outvieing all beneath the sun;
Thy secret love my bosom warms,
And in my soul ’tis heav’n begun!
No peace like that thy presence brings,
No joys like those thou dost impart;
Anon, with healing in thy wings,
Thou com’st to heal the broken heart!
Thy footsteps may I always see,
Under thy shadow may I dwell!
I give my life, my all to thee,
And triumph o’er the powers of Hell!
Thou dost my soul with rapture fill,
No more for mammon I contend;
I glory in the joys I feel,
While thou dost comfort and defend!
O let thy name be always sweet
As honey, from the rock, that flows;
So shall I gladly turn my feet,
Where’er my blessed Master goes!
ON THE DEATH OF JOHN MORLEY.
“Heard you that groan? ’Twas from a dying man!
A man just gone into Eternity!”
“Redeem thy time! Thy life is but a span!”
That language,—Hark! It speaks to you and me!
A man of health, and strength, and spirits gay,
The solemn call seem’d distant to his view;
But, lo, how soon the victim’s snatch’d away
By Death’s rude hand, and bids the world adieu!