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It may be that the breath of love Some leaves on their pure tide have driven, Which, passing from the shores above, Have floated down from Heaven.
So shall thy wounds and woes be healed, By the blest virtue that they bring ; So thy parch'd lips shall be unsealed Thy Saviour's praise to sing !
William Ball, i
CCCLXIX.
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, While these hot breezes blow ;
Be like the night-dew's cooling balm Upon earth's fevered brow !
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on Thy breast; Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
And bid my spirit rest.
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Let thine outstretched wing, Be like the shade of Elim's palm
Beside her desert-spring.
Yes ; keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet;
Calm in the closet's solitude, Calm in the bustling street;
Calm in the hour of buoyant health.
Calm in my hour of pain ; Calm in my poverty or wealth.
Calm in my loss or gain > |
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