559. S. M. Mrs. Steele. Heaven. 1 Far from these scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 No cloud those regions know, Forever bright and fair; For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there. 3 There night is never known, Nor sun's faint, sickly ray; But glory from th' eternal throne Spreads everlasting day. 4 O may this prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love! And lively faith and strong desire Bear every thought above.
|
|