A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#466

466. Weary of these low scenes of night

1 Weary of these low scenes of night,
My fainting heart grows sick of time,
Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight,
Sighs for a distant happier clime.

2 'Tis just, 'tis right: thus he ordains,
Who form'd this animated clod;
That needful cares, instructive pains,
May bring the restless heart to god.

3 In him, my soul! behold thy rest;
Nor hope for bliss below the sky.
Come, resignation, to my breast,
And silence ev'ry plaintive sigh.

4 Then cheerful shall my heart survey
The toils and dangers of the road;
And patient keep the heav'nly way,
Which leads me homeward to my God.

Text Information

• First Line: Weary of these low scenes of night
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: The t; The Troubles of Life

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