Morning Star

POETRY.

"TIS SWEET TO BE WITH GOD."

"Tis sweet to be with God, when morn
Glows with her rosy charms;
When the young sun-beams light the dew,
And sport a thousand forms.

'Tis sweet to be with God, when noon
Inspires the tepid air:
What time the languid flocks demand
The rippling brook to share.

"Tis sweet to be with God, when eve
Cheers with the cooling breeze;
When sinking Phoebus paints the skies,
And nature's prospects please.

"Tis sweet to be with God, when night
Her widow robe assumes:
And darkness with tyrannic sway
A silent world entombs.

"Tis sweet to be with God, at home,
Amid the social band;
Where hearts with hearts together knit,
And hands join hand in hand.

"Tis sweet to be with God, when far
From home's endearing joys;
Amid the world's applauded din,
And mind-distracting noise.

'Tis sweet to be with God, alone
In nature's deepest shade;
Where every leaf its Maker speaks,
And every rising blade.

'Tis sweet to be with God, when tost
On ocean's foaming waves;
That vaunting, hide their slaughtered dead,
Within unfathomed graves.

'Tis sweet to be with God aye sweet,
Within his temple's walls:
Where cheerful piety adores,
And meek devotion calls.

'Tis sweet to be with God, below,
But sweeter far above:
There endless pleasures bless the sight,
And all is lost in love.

In every time, in every place,
With final fear o'erawed;
What peerless blessedness to hold
Sweet converse with our God."
—Chr. Gazette.