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Stillness Reigns

Author: John Bowring Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10496 Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Stillness reigns—the vapors steal Lyrics: 1 Stillness reigns—the vapors steal Slowly down the mountain’s brow, And the evening shadows veil Nature’s face of brightness now; Flowers put off their glorious dress, All the morning smiles are fled, Earth is wrapped in loneliness, And the silence of the dead. 2 Thus beneath the hand of God Nature wakes and sleeps; but still All obedient to His nod, All submissive to His will. So we flourish, so we fade; Drinking now life’s cup of joy, Now on nature’s bosom laid, Treasured for eternity. 3 All is mortal but the soul, Whose undying energy Spurns the fettering world’s control, And upsoars, my God, to Thee. When life’s evening twilight shrouds All our thoughts with care and gloom, When Thy sunshine breaks the clouds Gathered o’er the wintry tomb. 4 Desolate the path appears To the dim and distant eye; Yet that path of darkness bears Flowers of immortality. O’er it shine eternal lamps; And the mists so dark that seem, Are like morning’s chilly damps Heralding the sunny beam. 5 Father! Thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide; Every hallowed wish and prayer Has Thy hand of love supplied; Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by; Every hope Thine offspring is, Beaming from futurity. 6 Every sun of splendid ray; Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening’s twilight scene; Every hour which wisdom brings; Every incense at Thy shrine; These—and all life’s holiest things, And its fairest—all are Thine. 7 And for all my hymns shall rise, Daily to Thy gracious throne: Thither let my asking eyes Turn unwearied—righteous One! Thro’ life’s strange vicissitude There reposing all my care, Trusting still, thro’ ill and good, Fixed and cheered and counseled there. 8 All besides is weak indeed, Dreams of folly—baseless hope; Earth is but a broken reed: Heaven the best, the only prop. Who would live, to raise on earth Some frail pile of dust—and die? Man is of immortal birth, Living for eternity. Languages: English Tune Title: ENNIUS