5 Lord, I long to be at home,
Where these changes never come,
Where the saints no winter fear,
Where tis spring throughout the year :
How unlike this state below!
There the flow rs un with ring blow ;
There no chilling blasts annoy ;
All is love and bloom and joy.
34.
Summer Storms.[1]
1 THOUGH the morn maybe serene
Not a threat ning cloud be seen,
Who can undertake to say
Twill be pleasant all the day?
Tempests suddenly may rise,
Darkness overspread the skies,
Lightnings flash and thunders roar,
Ere a short-lived day be o'er.
2 Often thus the child of grace
Enters on his Christian race ;
Guilt and fear are overborne,
Tis with him a summer s morn:
While his new-felt joys abound,
All things seem to smile around ;
And he hopes it will be fair
All the day and all the year.
3 Should we warn him of a change
He would think the caution strange :
He no change or trouble fears
Till the gath'ring storm appears;[2]
Till dark clouds his sun conceal,
Till temptation s power he feel;
Then he trembles and looks pale,
All his hopes and courage fail.
