In Memory Of A Happy Day In February

Blessed be Thou for all the joy     My soul has felt to-day!     Oh, let its memory stay with me,     And never pass away!     I was alone, for those I loved     Were far away from me;     The sun shone on the withered grass,     The wind blew fresh and free.     Was it the smile of early spring     That made my bosom glow?     'Twas sweet; but neither sun nor wind     Could cheer my spirit so.     Was it some feeling of delight     All vague and undefined?     No; 'twas a rapture deep and strong,     Expanding in the mind.     Was it a sanguine view of life,     And all its transient bliss,     A hope of bright prosperity?     Oh, no! it was not this.     It was a glimpse of truth divine     Unto my spirit given,     Illumined by a ray of light     That shone direct from heaven.     I felt there was a God on high,     By whom all things were made;     I saw His wisdom and His power     In all his works displayed.     But most throughout the moral world,     I saw his glory shine;     I saw His wisdom infinite,     His mercy all divine.     Deep secrets of His providence,     In darkness long concealed,     Unto the vision of my soul     Were graciously revealed.     But while I wondered and adored     His Majesty divine,     I did not tremble at His power:     I felt that God was mine;     I knew that my Redeemer lived;     I did not fear to die;     Full sure that I should rise again     To immortality.     I longed to view that bliss divine,     Which eye hath never seen;     Like Moses, I would see His face     Without the veil between.