And guide their wand'ring steps to heav'n above
Was e'er thy soul's delight—though work of fear—
For close to their's thy heart was knit in love.
O blessed sight, if thou at last shalt see
The ransom'd ones the Lord hath giv'n to thee!
87. SERMON IN MY NATIVE PLACE. 1851.
Of swift-wing'd years how rapid is the flight?
For half a hundred, on this day, save three
Have fled since God in his great love to me