I remember—I remember—
The sacred place for prayer!
In the morning and the evening
Thou wert always with me there;
Lowly bending—lowly bending—
Retired from earthly things,
For celestial flights preparing,
We plumed the spirit’s wings.
I remember—I remember—
The “wormwood and the gall,”
When I felt that thou hadst left me,
All alone to stand or fall.
Lowly bending—lowly bending—
I told my grief to God,
And he heard me, and he gave me
Submission to his rod.
I remember—I remember—
The pleasing “joy of grief,”
How affliction turn’d to gladness,
When my prayer had brought relief;
Lowly bending—lowly bending—
Thus may I spend my days,
Till with rapture I am singing
Th’ eternal song of praise.
CHARLESTON, February 16, 1841.