Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Sacred Poems. IV. Whom have I in heaven but Thee?Sir Robert Grant (17791838)
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Well this beauteous frame hath plann’d,
Woods that wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling, in his power,
All that strikes the gaze unsought,
All that charms the lonely thought,
Friendship,—gem transcending price,
Love,—a flower of paradise,
Yet, amidst this scene so fair,
Should I cease Thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me;
Whom have I on earth but Thee?
Rolls a world of purer light;
There, in love’s unclouded reign,
Parted hands shall clasp again;
Martyrs there, and prophets high
Blaze a glorious company;
While immortal music rings
From unnumbered seraph strings;
O! that world is passing fair;
Yet if Thou were absent there,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Seeks in Thee its only rest;
I was lost; Thy accents mild
Homeward lured Thy wandering child.
I was blind! Thy healing ray
Charmed the long eclipse away;
Source of every joy I know
Solace of my every woe,
O if once Thy smile divine
Ceased upon my soul to shine
What were earth and heaven to me?
Whom have I in each but Thee?