We sing
them in the forest. The workman follows the plough with sacred
songs. Children catch them, and singing only for the joy it
gives them now, are yet laying up for all their life food of
the sweetest joy."--HENRY WARD BEECHER.
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,"
Thoughtlessly the maiden sung.
Fell the words unconsciously
From her girlish, gleeful tongue;
Sang as little children sing;
Sang as sing the birds in June;
Fell the words like light leaves down
On the current of the tune,--
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."
"Let me hide myself in Thee:"
Felt her soul no need to hide,--
Sweet the song as song could be,
And she had no thought beside;
All the words unheedingly
Fell from lips untouched by care,
Dreaming not that they might be
On some other lips a prayer,--
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,"
'T was a woman sung them now,
Pleadingly and prayerfully;
Every word her heart did know.
Rose the song as storm-tossed bird
Beats with weary wing the air,
Every note with sorrow stirred,
Every syllable a prayer,--
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,"--
Lips grown aged sung the hymn
Trustingly and tenderly,
Voice grown weak and eyes grown dim,--
"Let me hide myself in Thee.
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