YEA, they who fear the Lord will often speak To kindred souls their heavenward thoughts, and seek That balm of heaven, a sympathy Divine With hearts which golden cords of love entwine In sweet communion. Yea, their tears and sighs, Their prayers and praises, pierce the upper skies. JEHOVAH, listening, hears. At His command In heaven's bright records fair inscribed they stand, Whose thoughts with reverent love and filial fear, Dwell on His name and feel Him ever near. O blest assurance! hear the words Divine,— "Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, they shall be mine; For ever mine: fair jewels, to adorn My sovereign's crown when dawns the eternal morn! As sons beloved who served me shall they share My watchful love, my own peculiar care." Father in heaven, how far beyond, above An earthly father's Thy paternal love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE IDEAL by KATHARINE LEE BATES WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL TO A CRITIC OF TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE |