YEA, they who fear the Lord will often speak To kindred souls their heavenward thoughts, and seek That balm of heaven, a sympathy Divine With hearts which golden cords of love entwine In sweet communion. Yea, their tears and sighs, Their prayers and praises, pierce the upper skies. JEHOVAH, listening, hears. At His command In heaven's bright records fair inscribed they stand, Whose thoughts with reverent love and filial fear, Dwell on His name and feel Him ever near. O blest assurance! hear the words Divine,— "Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, they shall be mine; For ever mine: fair jewels, to adorn My sovereign's crown when dawns the eternal morn! As sons beloved who served me shall they share My watchful love, my own peculiar care." Father in heaven, how far beyond, above An earthly father's Thy paternal love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN AGAIN by KAREN SWENSON NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DAY AND NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |