LEST the great glory from on high Should make our senses swim, Our blessed Lord hath spread the sky Between ourselves and Him. He made the Sabbath shine before The work-days and the care, And set about its golden door The messengers of prayer. Across our earthly pleasures fled He sends his heavenly light, Like morning streaming broad and red Adown the skirts of night. He nearest comes when most his face Is wrapt in clouds of gloom; The firmest pillars of his grace Are planted in the tomb. Oh shall we not the power of sin And vanity withstand, When thus our Father holds us in The hollow of his hand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS GREATER LOVE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |