SACRED
MELODY.
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Why
should my heart forgetful be
Of all thy gifts so freely
given?
Why are my thoughts estranged from thee,
Thou God of grace, thou
King of heaven?
Oh! let me from my folly turn,
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Nor
longer walk the path of death—
Teach me my errors now to mourn,
And praise thee with my
latest breath.
Too long, in wild poetic dreams,
My heart has drunk delusive
pleasure,
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And
on the falsely moving streams
Of Fancy sought a dying
treasure.
But, ah! how soon the vision flies,
And mocks the bliss we sought
for here— [Page 175]
Earth’s brightest joy in darkness dies,
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Nor
leaves one hope the soul to cheer.
RELIGION! gives the soul relief,
And points the way to purest
bliss—
RELIGION! dries each tear of grief,
And makes us e’en
a heaven of this.
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Then, pardon all my sinful deeds,
And wash each blotting stain
from me—
Oh! heal this wounded heart that bleeds,
And bring it home to heaven
and thee. [Page 176]
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