(From the New York Observer)

Oh thou! who tossing on life’s troubled ocean,
Mourning the hidings of thy Father’s face,
And comfortless amid the wild commotion,
Seekest in vain some quiet resting place;
Thou weary, fainting soul! “take heart of grace.”

Look up! when storms of woe are round thee sweeping;
Learn thou, in all, thy Savior’s hand to trace;
Above the storm, behind the dark clouds, keeping
Ceaseless watch o’er thee, beams my loving face;
Therefore, thou faithless one! “take heart of grace.”

Not all the fiercest tempests round thee blowing,
Can drive thee far from heaven’s sweet resting-place;
Not all the floods thy sorrowing soul o’erflowing,
Can long avail to hide from thee my face;
Therefore, O downcast soul! “take heart of grace.”

O waste no more thy breath in weak complaining!
Doubts throw aside! NO longer thus disgrace
My faithful love that leading, guiding, training
Perfects thee thus for my own dwelling-place
O thou rebellious soul! “take heart of grace.”

Hast thou not seen how, for some precious treasure,
Men beat, of purest gold, a goodly case?
Or cut for fragrant odors, at their pleasure,
Out of rough stone, a rare and polished vase?
O thou short-sighted one? “take heart of grace.”

Like them; when for myself I am preparing
Out of the soul, a fit abiding place;
I hew thee, beat thee, till I see thee bearing
My image; and my perfect likeness trace;
Therefore, thou chosen one! “take heart of grace.”

Oh then, be of good courage! for I love thee;
Gladly and cheerfully each cross-embrace,
And bear it manfully; for soon above thee,
Light from my throne – each cloud away shall chase;
Therefore, afflicted one? “take heart of grace.”

And soon life’s sorest trials passed forever,
Fautless before thy and my Father’s faced,
I will present thee joyfully; and never
Need to say to thee, in that resting-place?
O weary, fainting soul! “take heart of grace.”

For every hour of that blest life immortal,
Thou shalt be glad my guiding hand to trace,
That made thee meet, by trials, through the portal
To enter in, and rest in my embrace;
Therefore, look upward! and “take heart of grace.”

Author: H.
Mediterranean Sea, August 1860

Signs of the Times
Volume 28, Number 23; December 1, 1860

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.