Text: | The Son |
Author: | Jones Very |
Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand
Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
A listening servant, waiting Thy command,
To roll rejoicing on its silent way.
The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,
Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall;
The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,—
Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.
The bird reposes on the yielding bough,
With breast unswollen by the tide of song;—
So does my spirit wait Thy presence now,
To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand |
Title: | The Son |
Author: | Jones Very |
Meter: | 10s. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |