310 FLOWERS OF SACRED POETRY. DIVINE LOVE. OUR Father sits on yonder throne, He reigns throughout the world, alone, He keeps our souls, securely keeps, With watchfulness that never sleeps, He gives us hope that we shall be Then let us, while we dwell below, Obey our Father's voice, To all his dispensations bow, How sweet to hear Him say, at last, KELLY. INDEX. PAGE As oft as I look on thy form A cloud was passing near the setting sun A voice amidst the desert Amidst the varying scenes of ills 23 28 40 56 From every stormy wind that blows 178 255 200 285 He weeps! the falling drop puts out the sun 25 27 47 He walks with Christ who lives a life of prayer 123 149 FAGE How blest the righteous when he dies He sunk to rise no more Honour and happiness unite 157 166 171 172 187 Holy Saviour, mighty king 191 73 I love to steal awhile away It happened on a solemn eveningtide If thine the power to succour 80 87 107 Is all in order set, my house, my heart 126 Is not the way to heavenly gain 136 Is my divine Redeemer near ? 137 In sorrow, sickness, pain, and earthly strife 143 It is a short and simple prayer 155 I saw a streamlet calmly flow 161 192 195 209 |