Great minds are reared in solitude. Lone places are fit nurses for God’s heroes. We should be all the better if we were oftener alone; in the solemn silence of nature sanctified spirits find a congenial atmosphere.
Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and by thyself revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:
The new heaven and earth’s Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise,
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.
Still we wait for thy appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart.
Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince;
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins.