CHRISTIAN MUSINGS

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 13, 1859

CHRISTIAN MUSINGS.

In the still silence of the voiceless night, When chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee, Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, O God, but thee?

And if there be a weight upon my breast, Some vague impression of the day foregone, Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to thee, And lay it down.

Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token of anticipated ill, My bosom takes no heed of what it is. Since 'tis thy will.

For oh, in spite of past and present care, Or anything besides, how joyfully Passes that almost solitary hour, My God, with thee!

More tranquil than the stillness of the night, More peaceful than the silence of that hour, More blest than anything, my spirit lies Beneath thy power.

For what is there on earth that I desire Of all that it can give or take from me, Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek, O God, but thee?