SONG.
I remember—I remember—The sacred place for prayer!In the morning and the eveningThou wert always with me there;Lowly bending—lowly bending—Retired from earthly things,For celestial flights preparing,We plumed the spirit’s wings.I remember—I remember—The “wormwood and the gall,”When I felt that thou hadst left me,All alone to stand or fall.Lowly bending—lowly bending—I told my grief to God,And he heard me, and he gave meSubmission to his rod.I remember—I remember—The pleasing “joy of grief,”How affliction turn’d to gladness,When my prayer had brought relief;Lowly bending—lowly bending—Thus may I spend my days,Till with rapture I am singingTh’ eternal song of praise.
I remember—I remember—The sacred place for prayer!In the morning and the eveningThou wert always with me there;Lowly bending—lowly bending—Retired from earthly things,For celestial flights preparing,We plumed the spirit’s wings.I remember—I remember—The “wormwood and the gall,”When I felt that thou hadst left me,All alone to stand or fall.Lowly bending—lowly bending—I told my grief to God,And he heard me, and he gave meSubmission to his rod.I remember—I remember—The pleasing “joy of grief,”How affliction turn’d to gladness,When my prayer had brought relief;Lowly bending—lowly bending—Thus may I spend my days,Till with rapture I am singingTh’ eternal song of praise.
I remember—I remember—The sacred place for prayer!In the morning and the eveningThou wert always with me there;Lowly bending—lowly bending—Retired from earthly things,For celestial flights preparing,We plumed the spirit’s wings.
I remember—I remember—
The sacred place for prayer!
In the morning and the evening
Thou wert always with me there;
Lowly bending—lowly bending—
Retired from earthly things,
For celestial flights preparing,
We plumed the spirit’s wings.
I remember—I remember—The “wormwood and the gall,”When I felt that thou hadst left me,All alone to stand or fall.Lowly bending—lowly bending—I told my grief to God,And he heard me, and he gave meSubmission to his rod.
I remember—I remember—
The “wormwood and the gall,”
When I felt that thou hadst left me,
All alone to stand or fall.
Lowly bending—lowly bending—
I told my grief to God,
And he heard me, and he gave me
Submission to his rod.
I remember—I remember—The pleasing “joy of grief,”How affliction turn’d to gladness,When my prayer had brought relief;Lowly bending—lowly bending—Thus may I spend my days,Till with rapture I am singingTh’ eternal song of praise.
I remember—I remember—
The pleasing “joy of grief,”
How affliction turn’d to gladness,
When my prayer had brought relief;
Lowly bending—lowly bending—
Thus may I spend my days,
Till with rapture I am singing
Th’ eternal song of praise.
Charleston,February 16, 1841.