Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns of Faith and Hope. I. How Long? (My God, it is not fretfulness)Horatius Bonar (18081889)
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That makes me say “How long?”
It is not heaviness of heart
That hinders me in song;
’Tis not despair of truth and right,
Nor coward dread of wrong.
Of glory and of home;
With such a joy before my eyes
Not wish the time to come,—
Of years the jubilee, of days
The Sabbath and the sum?
This life, how long it seems!
And how can I, in evil days,
’Mid unknown hills and streams,
But sigh for those of home and heart,
And visit them in dreams?
Be calm, my troubled breast;
Each restless hour is hastening on
The everlasting rest:
Thou knowest that the time thy God
Appoints for thee, is best.
Awake the cry, “How long?”
Let no faint-heartedness of soul
Damp thy aspiring song:
Right comes, truth dawns, the night departs
Of error and of wrong.