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 Roots which in their dusty bosoms Hid an age of golden days, Stirring, with a cloud of blossoms Clothe their bareness for Thy praise.

We should sleep but Thou awakest; Sometimes like a morning sun, On the dazzled soul Thou breakest, Heaven at once on earth begun! Sometimes like a star appearing, Seen and lost as earth-winds blow, Wishing, hoping, thinking, fearing, Thou hast saved us ere we know.

Thou dost set the mute world speaking To the sinner in his sin; Thou to spirits humbly seeking, Answerest by a voice within; Happier souls, like fruit-trees leading Ordered branches o'er the wall, Find in Thee the solace needing, Shower or sunshine, Thou art all!