MEDITATION.
Reading edition
MEDITATION.
1833.
1.
When evening from the starry skies,
Its blessed dews doth send,
And all the landscape stilly lies,
Calm contemplation’s friend:
Oh, then when moonlight beams are shed,
And gales so quiet blow,
And when from heaven’s fountain-head
Such varied mercies flow;
2.
Dear Saviour, bending at thy throne,
’Tis then my prayer I pour,
’Tis then my sorrows all I own,
And weep while I adore:
’Tis then I know the starry skies
Will listen to my prayer,
Accept my spirit’s sacrifice,
And charm away despair.