Time hath a taming hand

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene,—one step enough for me.

Christian! hence learn to do thy part, And leave the rest to Heaven.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower; Touch'd by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.

Cor ad cor loquitur.

Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.