30. MARIA MALLEVILLE ALLEN.(notes)MyMalleville! mature like fruitful vineAbout my house, while flourishing most fairThou'rt smitten to the ground. Sighs fill the air,And here no longer can I call thee mine.But how can I against God's will repine?He will restore thee, and my loss repair,Sweet, growing, endless joys with thee to share,And with the holy who in glory shine!E'en now thy spirit lives, and joins the song,Which breaks like torrent from the harps of goldResounding through heav'n's arches by the throngOf ransom'd sinners and with joys untold,—"Let Wisdom, Honor, Pow'r in highest strainTo thee,O Lamb, be paid, for Thou wast slain!"
30. MARIA MALLEVILLE ALLEN.(notes)
MyMalleville! mature like fruitful vineAbout my house, while flourishing most fairThou'rt smitten to the ground. Sighs fill the air,And here no longer can I call thee mine.But how can I against God's will repine?He will restore thee, and my loss repair,Sweet, growing, endless joys with thee to share,And with the holy who in glory shine!E'en now thy spirit lives, and joins the song,Which breaks like torrent from the harps of goldResounding through heav'n's arches by the throngOf ransom'd sinners and with joys untold,—"Let Wisdom, Honor, Pow'r in highest strainTo thee,O Lamb, be paid, for Thou wast slain!"
MyMalleville! mature like fruitful vine
About my house, while flourishing most fair
Thou'rt smitten to the ground. Sighs fill the air,
And here no longer can I call thee mine.
But how can I against God's will repine?
He will restore thee, and my loss repair,
Sweet, growing, endless joys with thee to share,
And with the holy who in glory shine!
E'en now thy spirit lives, and joins the song,
Which breaks like torrent from the harps of gold
Resounding through heav'n's arches by the throng
Of ransom'd sinners and with joys untold,—
"Let Wisdom, Honor, Pow'r in highest strain
To thee,O Lamb, be paid, for Thou wast slain!"