BE A CH-SER VICE AT O CEAN GROVE. 2/5
I shall call up thy happy remembrance To cheer me wherever I go.
And tho in this sun-lighted temple I ll meet this great host never more,
We shall meet in the Lamb-lighted City,
When the wave bears us up the bright shore.
��A SUNDAY EVENING B E AC H -SERVI CE AT OCEAN GROVE.
THE tide is in, and the weary waves, That have come with their solemn story Across the leagues, throw their white hands up In the light of the sunset glory.
Too weary now, from their journey long, To climb up the smooth sand sloping,
They falter back, as to gather strength, For a stronger impulse hoping.
Up and down the shore, seeking levels low,
To be reached by a new endeavor, They writhe and turn, in the white unrest
God decreed to the waves for ever.
Closing down to the line of breakers white, See, another wave comes foaming