SONG.

I remember—I remember— The sacred place for prayer! In the morning and the evening Thou wert always with me there; Lowly bending—lowly bending— Retired from earthly things, For celestial flights preparing, We plumed the spirit’s wings. I remember—I remember— The “wormwood and the gall,” When I felt that thou hadst left me, All alone to stand or fall. Lowly bending—lowly bending— I told my grief to God, And he heard me, and he gave me Submission to his rod. I remember—I remember— The pleasing “joy of grief,” How affliction turn’d to gladness, When my prayer had brought relief; Lowly bending—lowly bending— Thus may I spend my days, Till with rapture I am singing Th’ eternal song of praise.