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And then it seem'd as if the light Of heaven made earth more gay and bright , And every flower that blossotn'd round Pour'd balsam forth for every wound—A thousand , thousand joys I found , And wept—and prayed—with strong emotion ; And felt that every uttered sound Reached Thee , when wafted by devotion .
Go forth—go foTth ! in every track , And call the erring wanderers back ; Stretch out—stretch out thy gracious hand—And pour thy light on every land , And make the people understand That heaven is now on earth descended—That men must be one happy band , All tongues , all tribes , all nations blended .
Tear from our yielding hearts within The old and withering roots of sin , And lead us from life ' s darksome way With thine own pure—thy perfect ray * What peace—what pleasure to obey—And in the very scenes which gave us „ Thoughts Jull of darkness and dismay , Find hopes to cheer ^—and faith to save us !
O we were trembling prisoners , bound With iron fetters to the ground , Haunted by dreams the mournfultest , And spectred shapes and sights unblest ! A heavy weight upon our breast , The weight of doubts and fears , was lying ; And e ' en the sweetest hopes of rest Could not subdue the dread of dying :
When , lo ! the Great Deliverer came—And lighted in our souls a flame Of hope — of joy—an effluence bri g ht From Him—the very source of light ; All heaven was opened on our sight , And all its joys in prospect given . O vision of supreme delight ! For sons of God—for heirs of heaven !
And calmly now our footsteps tread Amidst the ruins of the dead ; Those ruins raised by God , will be The temples of eternity ; And life's li g ht scenes so swiftly flee , When o ' er tnem hope immortal towers , That e'en the path of misery Is hung with lamps and strew'd with flowers .
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Lines from the German ' of Novalis . 155
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1828, page 155, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2558/page/11/
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