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d MATIN AND VESPER HYMNS . Tuesday Morning *
The stars have sunk in yon concave blue ; And the sun is peeping thro * the dew ; Thy spirit , Lord 1 doth nature fill ! Before Thee angels' tongues are still , And seraphs hush their golden strings In Thy bright presence , King of kings ! How then shall I , a clod of clay , Lift up my voice , or tune my lay ?
Thou who the realms of space and time Dost people with Thy might sublime ; Whose power is felt , below , above , Felt in Thy wisdom , in Thy love ;
Whose awful voice is heard around , Heard in its silence as its sound ; Whose kindly Spirit doth pervade Alike the sunshine and the shade ; Whose mercy shines in sorrow ' s night As brightly as in pleasure ' s light ;
Thou , in the evening ' s silence deep , Cradled the weary world in sleep , And with the morning ' s dawning beauty Awakes it to the call of duty . > rJ Tis Thou who o ' er the billowy sea Dost ride in awful majesty ; Walkest alone on the winds , and
greetest The spirit of day , when fairest and sweetest It fills the bosom of nature with bliss In moments as calm and holy as this . 'Tis then we see Thee , in light arrayed , Dissipate all the twilight ' s shade ,
Tuning the music of the bee , Painting the flower ' s variety , Waking the thousand smiles that arc playing On morning ' s cheeks , and sweetly straying
With the mild breeze over hill and plain—Turning to gold the autumnal grain ; Giving the rose its blushing hue ; Changing to diamonds drops of dew : Calling the vapours from the main ; Scattering them o ' er the earth again .
Then it is that nature \ s throng Join the joyous , general . song , Then Thy spirit seems brighter , clearer , Then Thy voice speaks softer , nearer ,
Then Thy sun would seem to wear His festival robes of beauty rare , And all creation , glad and gay , Revels as in a holiday . Lord 1 Thou nast thunders—but they sleep ; Storms—but they now their prisons keep *; Nothing is breathing below , above , But the spirit of harmony , joy and love , Nothing is seen or heard around But beauty ' s smiles or music ' s sound ; Music re-echoed in earth and air , Beauty that ' s visible every where—Join the concert—share the joy , Why should the cares of earth alloy Pleasures which Heaven itself has given , Heavenly pleasures which lead to heaven ? A .
Tuesday Evening * The earth again pats dn its evening robes ; And , wakened by the innumerable stars , A twilight , milder than the eye of day , And fairer than the tuigiided ntght , is spread
O ' er universal nature : from above Shadows descend , solicitous to veil The sins of the reposing world — to soothe Hearts beating with anxiety—to lull Ambition ' s tumults—and to quench the thirsts Of greedy avarice , and impede fhe st ^ jte Of wantonness that crowns its heaxl with
thorns . The perjured tougue—the rapine-scheming head—The murderous hand—the vile and cou «~ tcrfeit heart—The eye that sheds false tears — thou , darksome night , Veil , in thy charity ! B « the o ' er-ardiing
tomb , Tho' a moment , to the mass of sin Which morn , alas 1 , will wake again , and day Let loose , like bandits , on thfc unshfertered world 1 . m And O 1 if in the visions of the uight Some angel might descend—an eloquent
v Be heard in the still silence , to recall Those wanderers to the fold uf blessed ness \
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1821, page 367, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2501/page/43/