To God young lions for their meat do cry;
The sun ariseth,—down in their dens they lie:
But man unto his work goes out till night.—
Thy works, O Lord, how manifold and great!
In searchless wisdom didst thou all create!
67. THE LAST WORDS OF A MINISTER.
Christ and redeeming mercy,—these alone
His themes, as soon his life would cease to move;
Then hear as if his voice still with you strove:—