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 LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, ROBERTS, 
 
 AND GREEN. 
 
 1864. 
 
 
HYMNS AND VERSES ON 
 SACRED SUBJECTS, 
 
 ANCIENT AND MODERN. 
 EDITED BY 
 
 THE REV. ORBY SHIPLEY, M.A. 
 
 onOon : 
 
 LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, ROBERTS, 
 AND GREEN. 
 
 1865. 
 

 
Preface. 
 
 HE Lyra Myjtica owes its origin 
 more to accident than to dejign ; and 
 a few words will Juffice to explain 
 the reajbn of its publication. 
 
 Whiljl arranging the Collections 
 of Sacred Poetry which have been publijhed under 
 the titles of Lyra Eucharijticaand Lyra MeJJianica, 
 by the kindnefs of Friends I was placed in 
 pojfejjion of many Poems of conjlderable merit 
 which, from the conditions impojed by allotted 
 jpace and JeleSed Jubjefts, I was obliged to deny 
 myjelf the gratification of publijhing in thoje 
 Books. The rejult, however, which attended the 
 ijfue of the earlier Works led me to think that a 
 Miscellaneous Collection of Religious Poetry, 
 which Jhould be written by the Contributors who 
 Jecured the popularity of the former Lyrae, and 
 which Jhould form at once a companion and a 
 contrajling Volume to the Collections already 
 publijhed, would not be unacceptable to their 
 Readers. 
 
With the obliging permijjion of the Authors of 
 the feveral Poems, this plan has been carried into 
 effecl ; and the Poems to which I allude form the 
 nucleus of the Lyra Myjtica. This nucleus of 
 Sacred Poetry, however, has been much enlarged 
 from the original feleftion. Many tranjlations 
 have been made by Friends ; original Poems have 
 been received both from former Contributors and 
 from other Authors ; privately printed pieces have 
 been kindly placed at my difpojal ; and to theje 
 elements have been added> with a fparing hand, 
 Poetry already publijhed, chiefly by Contributors 
 to the earlier Volumes. 
 
 The Title * Myjlica' was chojen as indicative 
 of the myjlical interpretation which has been given 
 in many of the Poems in the following pages to 
 the Sacred or Legendary Events, or to the doc- 
 trinal Statements of Holy Scripture, or to the 
 other Subjects upon which the Hymns and Verfes 
 were compofed. 
 
 I have not attempted to make any plan or ar- 
 rangement of Subjects in the following Poems. 
 The Hymns and Verfes have been printed Jo as 
 to produce as much variety in Jlyle and matter as 
 pojjible. And the Colleftion, it is hoped, will be 
 considered to be, as it was intended to be made, 
 entirely miscellaneous in character and treatment. 
 
 ORBY SHIPLEY. 
 
 All Saints' Day, A. D. 1864. 
 
Contents, 
 
 No. I.* Page 
 
 N Natale SALVATORIS. 
 
 A Chriflmas Hymn of Adam cfS. 
 
 Vitlor. xn. Century. A.M.M i 
 i. CHRIST in the Wilderneis. 
 
 ALAN BRODRICK (Eramjha'w) 3 
 5. Speciofus Forma prae natis homi- 
 
 num JESUS. 
 
 A Sequence for the Tram -figuration, from the 
 Saltzburg Mijfalofthe xvi. Century. 
 
 H.R.B. 9 
 
 4. The Well of Bethlehem. 
 
 RICHARD FREDERICK LITTLEDALE n 
 
 5. Hymn to CHRIST Crucified. 
 
 From the Spanijh of Luis de Leon. 
 
 ARCHDEACON CHURTON 15 
 
 6. The Communion of the Saints. 
 
 ARCHER GURNEY 20 
 
 7. Euchariftical PHIPPS ONSLOW 23 
 
 * The Hymns are not numbered in the Text ; but by a refer- 
 ence to the Page they can at once be found both in the Table of 
 Contents and Index of Firft Lines. 
 
viii Content^ 
 
 No. Page 
 
 8. Soul-Gardening. . . . DORA GREENWELL 27 
 
 9. The Afcenfion of CHRIST. 
 
 PHILIP STANHOPE WORSLEY 31 
 
 10. After this the Judgment. 
 
 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI 33 
 
 11. The Embracing of the Body of CHRIST by His 
 
 Virgin-Mother. 
 
 Founded on a "Lament" tranjlatedfrom the 
 Greek of Symeon Metaphraftes. 
 
 WILLIAM CHATTERTON Dix 36 
 
 12. The Hymn of Aurelius Prudentius Clemens on 
 the Viii. Day before the Kalends of January 
 (Chriftmas Day) . . . HENRY THOMPSON 38 
 
 13. The Two Covenants : an Allegory. R. E.J. A. 43 
 
 14. Stanzas AUBREY DE VERB 47 
 
 15. Prayer of Hildebert the Venerable to the Holy 
 
 TRINITY. . . . HERBERT KYNASTON 49 
 
 1 6. The Vifion of the Glory. 
 
 For the Feaft of the Transfiguration, Auguft 6. 
 
 GERARD MOULTRIE 53 
 
 17. The Life of CHRIST. 
 
 A Latin Hymn of the xn. Century. 
 
 HENRY TREND 57 
 
 1 8. Thy Daughter is dead, trouble not the Mailer. 
 
 CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER 60 
 
 19. The Shadow and the Subftance. J. M. KING 63 
 
 20. Surgit CHRISTUS cum Trophseo. 
 
 An Eafler Sequence from the Mlffal of Tour- 
 nay, xvi. Century. 
 
 JOHN WILLIAM HEWETT 65 
 
 21. The Childhood of CHRIST. ANNA H. DRURY 67 
 
 22. We would fee JESUS^ 
 
 CHARLES LAWRENCE FORD 70 
 
 23. Faith MATTHEW BRIDGES 73 
 
 24. In Youth I died ANONYMOUS 76 
 
 25. Stanzas G. HUNT SMYTTAN 78 
 
Contents ** 
 
 Page 
 
 , The Sacred Heart. ADELAIDE A. PROCTER 83 
 San6be Syon adfunt Encaenia. 
 
 A Sequence for the Dedication of a Church, 
 from the Drontheim Mi/alofthe xvi. Cen- 
 tury P. ONSLOW 86 
 
 Lays of Ancient Paleftine. 
 
 E. DUDLEY JACKSON 88 
 Virgin is in gremio. 
 
 A Sequence from the Saltzburg Mljfal of the 
 
 xvi. Century A.M.M. 95 
 
 Type and Antitype. EDWIN L. BLENKINSOPP 97 
 Veries . . LADY GEORGIANA FULLERTON 101 
 The Tomb of Jofeph of Arimathea. 
 
 DEAN NEWMAN 104 
 
 Concerning the chief Spiritual and general Gifts 
 of GOD. 
 
 An ancient Latin Hymn . . . J.M.H. 106 
 The Advent of the Divine Stranger. 
 
 RICHARD TOMLINS m 
 The Heavenly Fatherland. 
 
 A Cento from the Rhythm of Bernard of 
 
 Clugny G. MOULTRIE 113 
 
 Omnes Gentes plaudite. 
 
 A Hymn for the Afcenfton j from the Latin. 
 
 CHARLES INGHAM BLACK 117 
 Bei ftiller Nacht. 
 
 From the Hymn-Book of the Diocefe of 'Trews. 
 
 FRANCES ELIZABETH Cox 119 
 
 Sonnets DEAN ALEXANDER 123 
 
 Verfes ORWELL 125 
 
 Is there no Balm in Gilead ? . . . . C. S. 130 
 Commendation of a Faithful Soul . . W. B. 133 
 The Epiphany. 
 
 FREDERICK W. KITTERMASTER 135 
 Meditation of a Faithful Soul. 
 
 From the Latin . . F. C. HUSENBETH 138 
 
x Content^ 
 
 No. Page 
 
 44. The CHILD-CHRIST on the Crofs : an Antici- 
 
 pation of Calvary. 
 
 HENRY NUTCOMBE OXENHAM 145 
 
 45. The Signals of Levi. . . . R. S. HAWKER 148 
 
 46. The Tree of Life. 
 
 from an old Latin Poem. 
 
 ARCHBISHOP TRENCH 152 
 
 47. An Ode on the Nativity. 
 
 From the Italian of Manzoni. 
 
 C. B. CAYLEY 155 
 
 48. Stanzas D. GREENWELL 159 
 
 49. A Legend of S. Peter. . MARY MOULTRIE 163 
 
 50. An Eafter Carol. . . R. F. LITTLEDALE 168 
 
 51. Qtn procedis ab Utroque. 
 
 A Sequence on the HOLY SPIRIT of Adam 
 ofS.Vittor . . . P. S. WORSLEY 170 
 
 52. The Advent Antiphons. R. MEUX BENSON 173 
 
 53. The Transfiguration G. V. C. 178 
 
 54. In Diebus Celebribus. 
 
 A Latin Hymn for the Holy Days of the 
 Church^ of the xv. Century. H. TREND 182 
 
 55. To CHRIST hanging on high. . . L. M. S. 186 
 
 56. The Way-fide Crofs. . . C. E. KENNAWAY 186 
 
 57. O quam Glorificum. 
 
 An ancient Latin Poem. 
 
 I. GREGORY SMITH 191 
 
 58. After the Earthquake a Still Small Voice. 
 
 ARTHUR BAKER 196 
 
 59. The Three Enemies : a Colloquy. 
 
 C. G. ROSSETTI 199 
 
 60. Pentecoftal Odes from the Service-Books of the 
 
 Holy Eaftern Church. . . W. C. Dix 201 
 
 61. The Afcenfion . . A. M. M. 205 
 
 62. Death. .... FREDERICK W. FABER 207 
 
 63. Quam dile&a Tabernacula. 
 
 A Hymn for the Dedication of a Churchy of 
 the xn. Century. WILLIAM B. FLOWER 211 
 
Contents xi 
 
 No. Page 
 
 64. In a Vifion of the Night when deep Sleep falleth 
 
 upon Man. . . WILLIAM S. RAYMOND "214 
 
 65. A Tradition of S. John the Evangelift. 
 
 GEORGE W. Cox 215 
 
 66. Hymns of Novalis HELEN LOWE 218 
 
 67. Paradife. 
 
 from the Spanijb of Luis de Leon. 
 
 68. The Incarnation. . . 
 
 ANONYMOUS 223 
 . . . C. L. FORD 224 
 . . . R. TOMLINS 229 
 
 70. Funeral Hymn. . . 
 71. The Story of the Crofs. 
 72. The Paffion. , 
 
 . . G. MOULTRIE 231 
 . EDWARD MONRO 233 
 . C. I. BLACK 217 
 
 73. Thoughts from the Manual of S. Auguftine. 
 
 JAMES SKINNER 242 
 
 74. Childlike Holinefs. . . MANLEY HOPKINS 245 
 
 75. The Advent P. S. WORSLEY 248 
 
 76. Colloquies between the Difciple and the Divine 
 
 Mailer ELIA 251 
 
 77. In Domo PATRIS. 
 
 An Ancient Latin Poem. . . . H. R. B. 254 
 
 78. Thoughts in Lent. . F. MINDEN KNOLLYS 261 
 
 79. Verfes from the German. 
 
 CATHERINE WINKWORTH 263 
 
 80. Gethfemane. 
 
 THE VOICE OF CHRISTIAN LIFE IN SONG 267 
 
 81. Old Teftament Hymns. . . H. KYNASTON 269 
 
 82. An Allegory. . . MORNING THOUGHTS 274 
 
 83. The Burial A.M. M. 276 
 
 84. The Power of Contrition. 
 
 An Ode from the Italian ofRqfletti. 
 
 C. B. CAYLEY 281 
 
 85. Lux advenit veneranda. 
 
 A Sequence for the Purification from the 
 Breviary of Rennes of the xvi. Century. 
 
 H. R. B. 283 
 
xii Content^. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 86. v Verfelets R. E. J. A. 286 
 
 87. Ad perennis Vitae Fontem. 
 
 A Hymn of S. Peter Damiani on the Joys of 
 Paradife . . . R. F. LITTLEDALE 289 
 
 88. She is not dead, but fleepeth. A. BRODRICK 293 
 
 89. The Holy Sacrifice. ... A. GURNEY 297 
 
 90. God's Acre W. B. FLOWER 800 
 
 91. The Five fmooth Stones of David. J.M.KiNG 302 
 
 92. Hymns for Whitfuntide : from the Latin. 
 
 WILLIAM JOHN BLEW 307 
 
 93. The Church S. M. 312 
 
 94. The Salutation of the Greek Church on Eafter 
 
 Day P. ONSLOW 316 
 
 95. De Laudibus S. Scripturae. 
 
 An ancient Latin Poem. . C. I. BLACK 319 
 
 96. S. Patrick's Coat of Mail. 
 
 AFTER JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN 321 
 
 97. Dies eft laetitias. 
 
 Hymn on the Nativity : from the Latin. 
 
 F. C. HUSENBETH 326 
 
 98. Go! and Come ! . . . D. GREENWELL 329 
 
 99. The Three Comings. . . E. D. JACKSON 333 
 
 100. The Old-year's Blefling. . A. A. PROCTER 336 
 
 101. Verfes S.B. 338 
 
 102. Laetabundi jubilemus. 
 
 A Prof e 'for the transfiguration. A. M. M. 342 
 
 103. Paradife C. L. FORD 344 
 
 104. The Difciple whom JESUS loved. 
 
 DEAN ALEXANDER 348 
 
 105. In Sapientia difponens omnia Sterna DEITAS. 
 
 A Sequence from the Nar bonne Mi/al of the 
 xvi. Century. . . J. W. HEWETT 350 
 
 106. The Living Death. . . DEAN NEWMAN 352 
 
 107. Thoughts in Verfe. . . W. S. RAYMOND 555 
 
 108. The Deicent of the SPIRIT. 
 
 A Hymn for Whitfun-Day. G. MOULTRIE 357 
 
Content^ xm 
 
 No. Page 
 
 109. The Palimpfeft : an Allegory. P. ONSLOW 360 
 
 no. Via Sanftae Crucis A. BAKER 362 
 
 in. Jerufalem, du hoch gebaute Stadt 
 
 A German Hymn on the Heavenly City , of 
 the xvii. Century . . . F. E. Cox 365 
 
 112. I am the Rofe of Sharon and the Lily of the 
 Valleys. . . . FREDERICK GEORGE LEE 367 
 
 113. JESUS CHRIST the Same yefterd ay, to-day, and 
 
 forever A. GURNEY 368 
 
 114. En Dies eft Dominica. 
 
 A Latin Hymn for the Lord's Day ; of the 
 xv. Century H. TREND 371 
 
 115. Tria Dona Reges ferunt. 
 
 A Cento from an Epiphany Sequence of Adam 
 of S. Viftor. . . R. F. LITTLEDALE 376 
 
 1 1 6. Have mercy on me, O LORD, Thou SON of 
 
 David A. BRODRICK 378 
 
 1 17. A Song which none but the Redeemed can fmg. 
 
 D. GREENWELL 380 
 
 118. De Parente Summo natum. 
 
 A Sequence from Tour nay MiJJal of the xvi. 
 Century. J. M. H. 382 
 
 119. Song of the early Chriftian ConfefTors. 
 
 C. E. KENNAWAY 385 
 
 1 20. Being in an Agony, He prayed more earneftly. 
 
 C.S. 387 
 
 121. The open Vifion R.E.J.A. 389 
 
 122. The Mufic of Heaven. . . . F. E. Cox 392 
 
 123. Holy Childhood A. BRODRICK 394 
 
 124. Stanzas H. N. OXENHAM 396 
 
 125. Sequence on the HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 After Adam of S. Viaor. . W. J. BLEW 402 
 
 126. Of the Gifts of GOD. 
 
 From the Latin. . . . C. B. CAYLEY 406 
 
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 No. Page 
 
 127. Urbs beata Hirufalem. 
 
 On the Heavenly Jerufalem:from the Latin. 
 
 H. R. B. 409 
 
 128. The Church, Militant and Triumphant. 
 
 SIR ARCHIBALD EDMONSTONE, BART. 410 
 
 129. Voices from the American Church : 
 
 Hearfs Song. , 
 
 A. CLEVELAND COXE, BISHOP ELECT 412 
 Song of faith . . WILLIAM CROSWELL 413 
 As thy day,foJJiall thy flrength be. 
 
 BISHOP EASTBURN 414 
 Thefajbion of this World pa/eth away. 
 
 BISHOP DOANE 414 
 The Glory Referred. 
 
 W. A. MUHLENBERGH 416 
 
 130. The Prodigal's Return. . . . W. C. Dix 417 
 
 131. Home P. ONSLOW 418 
 
 132. Stanzas. . . JOHN HOSKYNS-ABRAHALL 419 
 
 133. Pro CHRISTO Mortuus. . . E. D. JACKSON 420 
 
 134. Man. 
 
 A Hymn of Alanus, of the xn. Century. 
 
 P. S. WORSLEY 422 
 
 135. CHRIST Triumphant. . ARCHDEACON MANT 424 
 
 136. Martyr's Song C. G. ROSSETTI 427 
 
 137. The Starry Night. 
 
 From the Spanijh of Luis de Leon. 
 
 ARCHDEACON CHURTON 430 
 
on 
 
 31 n jpatale &alfmtorfef, 
 
 Chriftmas Hymn of Adam of S. Viftor. 
 
 PON the SAVIOUR'S Birthday blejl 
 Let all who jhare this mortal Jlate 
 Send up Jweet Hymns of joy and 
 
 rejl 
 
 To Angel-choirs jubordinate, 
 That varying tones of many be 
 Made one in holiejl harmony. 
 
 This is a happy Day ; on this 
 The Co-eternal WORD made choice 
 
 For our cold world to leave His Blijs 
 Let us be merry and rejoice ; 
 
 The True SUN lights our darkened morn, 
 
 Of the meek Virgin GOD is born. 
 
31 n ^iatale >altiatorte. 
 
 That man the guilty might not die 
 
 GOD a Redeemer Jent below, 
 GOD in the Sole-Begot came nigh 
 
 To thofe He loved. Even Jo 
 He called us back to Life's lojl place 
 Not for our merit ; of His Grace. 
 
 He lived before He Jbught our clime, 
 Tranfcending time and Jpace and Jenfe ; 
 
 But now the Eternal dwells in time, 
 
 And now doth place confine the Immenje ; 
 
 Our imperfeSions all He bore 
 
 That He might all things fallen rejlore. 
 
 It is not Jin He takes ; it is 
 
 Only the form which Jinners wear ; 
 
 He comes a BABE of Holinejs 
 
 To earth grown old with guilt and care, 
 
 Immortal to the mortal, Spirit 
 
 To flejh, that flejh might Him inherit. 
 
 Thus the Eternal WORD hath lot 
 
 With Flejh in One Blejl Perjbn now, 
 
 And yet That PERSON changeth not, 
 
 Nor is made Twain. \Vhene'er we bow 
 
 Our knees to our Incarnate LORD 
 
 ONE altogether is adored. 
 
 This is a Thing Divinely great, 
 
 A Sacrament the crafty Foe 
 Might Jearch in vain by fraud or hate, 
 
 All blind this Myjlery to know 
 
Cfiriff fn tlje 
 
 What GOD'S Eternal WISDOM True 
 Under the Veil of Flejh would do. 
 
 The vajl Enigma is not read, 
 By eager fearch it cannot be 
 
 (Or Jubtle Jpeech) illumined ; 
 To know the way is not for me, 
 
 But I believe that GOD can make 
 
 What human reajbn cannot take. 
 
 How deep His Counjels ! how Jublime 
 Of GOD-IN-FLESH the Myjlery ! 
 
 The Fleece is wet like grajs at prime, 
 The Rod doth blojfom, all for me ; 
 
 What Saints of old Jo craved is done ; 
 
 The Virgin doth bring forth a SON. 
 
 Cfjnff fn tlje 
 
 N the Camp where flares the watch-fire, 
 
 In the lamp-lit Jlreet 
 I had wandered, O my Majler, 
 With what weary feet ! 
 
 I had fate at Monarchs' tables 
 
 While the red wine ran, 
 And bright Beauty breathed her magic, 
 
 A mojl lonely Man : 
 
 In the world's pale, rejllejs market 
 I had learnt to bend 
 
Cljrift in tlje 
 
 To the golden Idol, Money ; 
 Trampled foe and friend, 
 
 Scrambled fierce for place and riband, 
 Cringed and Jchemed and lied 
 
 Hajl thou found a worthy Majler, 
 O fad Soul ? I cried. 
 
 Let us Jeek Jbme Jlmpler pleasures : 
 
 There's a home I know, 
 Lit by lanes of earliejl primroje 
 
 Where wild rojes blow. 
 
 So we dwelt 'mid Jummer murmurs 
 
 Of tall honied limes, 
 Heard acrojs cool water-meadows 
 
 Faint Cathedral chimes. 
 
 Ah ! I felt a want, a longing 
 
 E'en in earthly blijs, 
 Felt a nobler impulfe Jlir me 
 
 From a young Child's kijs. 
 
 LORD, where art Thou ? from my Manhood 
 
 Unto Thine, I fighed : 
 Not an anjwer came, but ever 
 
 Boomed Thought's Jullen tide. 
 
 Thus along Life's mijly feajhore, 
 
 Tired of all, I Jlrayed ; 
 Heard Death's deep Jea call me, call me, 
 
 Of myjelf afraid. 
 
Cljrift in tlje 
 
 Watched grey Jkies and ocean mingle ; 
 
 Nature kind replied 
 He is not where thou hajl fought Him ; 
 
 Seek Him in the Wild. 
 
 What fool praifed Man's kindly Nature ? 
 
 Mad my Spirit fpake 
 Who can guide me o'er Grief's moorland, 
 
 Through Care's thorny brake ? 
 
 Devil's laughter rang around me, 
 
 Moaned Doubt's hollow fea 
 Where's thy GOD ? I know not any 
 
 Woe for me, for me ! 
 
 Ah ! a Hand Jo kind and gentle 
 
 Touched my wicked lips ! 
 Sorrow's funjet breathed a BlejQlng 
 
 On Hope's fading Jhips : 
 
 I roje up ; He went before me, 
 
 Such a wondrous King : 
 All my Soul did gladly follow 
 
 \Vithout quejtioning. 
 
 All the way grew bright beneath Him, 
 
 Mujic jlole around, 
 Such as Angels love to whijper 
 
 On Heaven's holy Ground. 
 
 Strange and dark the rocks frowned round us, 
 Hoarje the torrent's cry : 
 
Cljriff fit tlje afllfttienter& 
 
 On He went ; I could but follow, 
 Half afraid to Jigh. 
 
 Darknejs fell, mojl weird and dreary, 
 
 Sudden through the night 
 I heard holy PJalms uplifted : 
 
 Then upon my Jight 
 
 Loomed a Minjler's lighted windows ; 
 
 On He went before, 
 I crept after wondering, dazzled 
 
 Through the flajhing Door. 
 
 White robed Figures Jilent, kneeling 
 Thronged the Japphire Nave ; 
 
 As I knelt, my Majler turning 
 One long Love-look gave. 
 
 All my Spirit worfhipped weeping ; 
 
 When I raijed mine eyes 
 He wasjtanding at the Altar, 
 
 And in lowly guije 
 
 All around, like Priejls, the Angels 
 
 Woke a joyous Jong : 
 He has come, our wandering Brother, 
 
 Looked for, oh, how long ! 
 
 Through the Nave and Aijles and Arches, 
 
 With triumphant roll, 
 Surged a deep of Heavenly Anthems, 
 
 Flooding all my Soul. 
 
Cf)ritt in tfjeMlflfoernefsf, 
 
 Then I faw Him in His Glory 
 Take my tear-Jlained prayers, 
 
 Place them in His golden Cenfer, 
 Pajs up Heaven's Jlairs. 
 
 As He went, I heard His Blejing 
 
 Come to Me, My Child ! 
 If in crowds thou find'Jt no Majler, 
 
 Seek Him in the Wild. 
 
 Angel-faces came around me, 
 
 Gladly on mine ear 
 Fell the Story of GOD'S Gojpel ; 
 
 With a reverent fear 
 
 I could fee the Cavern manger, 
 
 Roofs of Nazareth, 
 Learnt by Calvary's Wood- Altar 
 
 Myjleries of Death. 
 
 I am Thine I wept O fave me, 
 
 I will Jlray no more : 
 Thou hajl given me a Prefence 
 
 On the World's wild Jhore : 
 
 I Jhall find Thee in all places, 
 
 For I wear the key 
 Which unlocks the Gate of Heaven 
 
 When I pray to Thee. 
 
 Then a Voice fpake fondly, jlowly 
 Fear thou, lejl thou fall ! 
 
Cljrift in tlje 
 
 Lijlen, when to inmojl Conscience 
 I, the Majler, call ! 
 
 In the world, if thou wouldjl find Me, 
 
 In its wildejl Wild 
 Thou mujl jeek Me, prayerful, fajling, 
 
 O My Child, My Child. 
 
 From the Camp or City hurry, 
 
 Pilgrim to GOD'S Shrine ; 
 Dally not with Pleasure's whijpers, 
 
 Fear not ! thou art Mine. 
 
 From the Market and the Harbour 
 
 Follow, follow Me : 
 I will be thy gentle/I Majler 
 
 Through Eternity. 
 
 Then I rofe up with my fellows ; 
 
 All the Minjler fled, 
 Like a dream before GOD'S morning . 
 
 Breaking overhead. 
 
 O Jweet Dayjpring ! Thy great Glory 
 Fills this wandering breajl ; 
 
 In Life's Wild I found my Majler 
 He hath given Rejl. 
 
fepectotug jfocnia prae natfg Ijomtnum 
 
 A Sequence for tbe Transfguration. 
 
 ESUS, Beautiful in Form above the Jons 
 of men, 
 
 On Whoje Countenance dijlilling 
 Joy Divine, through Angels thrilling, 
 Seraphim dejire to look : 
 
 Who, for us Himjelf abajing, 
 All His Majejly effacing, 
 
 King, a j*ervant's likenejs took : 
 
 The unapproached Light, to-day, 
 
 Which veils His GODHEAD'S Form Jupernal, 
 
 Doth to His Chofen ones dijplay, 
 
 As Jhadowed forth by Light external. 
 
 Upon a lofty Mountain crejl 
 They jaw His bright Transfiguration, 
 The Mountain high above the rejl 
 Forejhown in Daniel's Revelation. 
 
 His Countenance was jhining as the Sun, 
 And as the Light 
 His Raiment white 
 To three alone 
 This view Divine was Jhown. 
 
io fepecfofusf forma prae natte, $c, 
 
 By flefh and blood this Vifion was not won ; 
 
 By GOD in Heaven 
 
 The glimpje was given, 
 Whoje awful Voice 
 Declared the eternal Choice 
 
 This is My Beloved SON, 
 
 By all the world to be obeyed ; 
 
 Now to Him be homage done, 
 
 Be reverence to His Teaching paid. 
 
 Oh, how blejl, beyond all other, 
 WitnejQfes of this to be : 
 
 Peter, James, and John his brother, 
 Of the Chojen, chojen three. 
 
 Within the overjhadowing Cloud 
 The FATHER'S Voice proclaimed aloud 
 The wondrous Myjlery to which ye hearkened ; 
 
 That Cloud it bodes not fear to you, 
 It Jheds a gracious, Heavenly dew ; 
 With brightness glowing, not with vapours 
 darkened. 
 
 Oh, jbvereign Grace, oh, Dream of wonder, 
 Meet reward for Sons of thunder. 
 
 The Bearer of the Keys is Jleeping ; 
 But his heart is vigil keeping. 
 
 AJcend now this Mountain, 
 And follow thoje three, 
 
of Bettileljem. 1 1 
 
 From each of earth's quarters, 
 His Glory to Jee : 
 
 A MAN above all men 
 
 Exalted is He ; 
 The Mountain is JESUS, 
 
 Whom pure hearts Jhall Jee, 
 
 Reigning in the lofty Brightness 
 Of the FATHER'S Majejly, 
 
 Like as Mojes and the Prophets 
 Sang in conjlant harmony. 
 
 JESU, King of Glory, draw us after Thee. Amen. 
 
 of 
 
 HERE is Jbund of war in Judah, and 
 
 over Ephrath's plain, 
 Though the fields are ripe for harvejl, 
 no Hebrew reaps the grain ; 
 
 For the armies of the Heathen have come with 
 
 flame and /word 
 To wajle the pleajant dwellings of the People of 
 
 the LORD. 
 
 In the Valley of the Giants Philijline tents are 
 
 Jpread, 
 And their warriors are marjhalled within the 
 
 Houje of Bread. 
 
12 <&f)c mtll o BetljieljetTU 
 
 No Chief goes forth againjl them, and no Champion 
 
 comes to Jave ; 
 For IJrael's Hope, an exile, is pent within a Cave. 
 
 Around him /till are gathered a chofen faithful few 
 Tried in full many a battle, and to his banner 
 true. 
 
 Upon the cliffs of limejlone rock the autumn Jim- 
 beams beat, 
 
 And glare upon the hunted band with all their 
 parching heat, 
 
 Till David, faint and thirjly, in his longing jpeaks 
 
 to them 
 Would that I had but water from the Well of 
 
 Bethlehem ! 
 
 Then up aroje three Chieftains from the places 
 
 where they fate, 
 To bring their Majler water from the Fount bejide 
 
 the gate. 
 
 They reck not of the thoujand jwords which fain 
 
 would bar their way, 
 But calm in Jlrength and valour Jlraight addrejs 
 
 them to the fray. 
 
 Three men againjl an army vajl, they have no 
 
 thought of flight, 
 For each againjl a hojl of men hath Jlood alone in 
 
 fight. 
 
of SetljleJietru 13 
 
 Too well Philijline widows have learnt thofe three 
 
 names in woe, 
 Shammah, and Eleazar, and the peerlefs Adino. 
 
 Thoje mighty men have broken through all that 
 
 oppofing ring, 
 And have borne the cooling water in triumph to 
 
 their King. 
 
 But David hath the Chalice out before JEHOVAH 
 
 poured, 
 Saying This is blood, not water, I may not drink 
 
 it, LORD ! 
 
 O Type of future Jlory ! O mojl deep and myjlic 
 
 Of the longing of the Nations for Him of David's 
 line ! 
 
 There is jbund of war in all lands, and through its 
 
 cruel bane, 
 Though the Souls are ripe for harvejl, no reaper 
 
 jlores the grain ; 
 
 For the hojts of evil Spirits make war with flame 
 
 and Jword 
 Againjl the Gentile watchers who are waiting for 
 
 the LORD. 
 
 Afar in every Country their countlejs legions 
 
 Jpread, 
 To turn the poor and hungry from the blejjed 
 
 Houje of Bread. 
 
14 Cfje 
 
 And the fcorching rays of Jbrrowon mourners ever 
 
 beat, 
 No Rock is in the weary lands to Jhadow from the 
 
 heat. 
 
 There is nothing to bring cooling, and naught may 
 
 comfort them 
 Save the Well of Living Water that fprings in 
 
 Bethlehem. 
 
 But Three go forth to feek that Fount, in faith 
 
 and valour Jlrong, 
 Three who reck not of hindrances, nor of that 
 
 travail long ; 
 
 They go o'er hills and dejerts with the guiding 
 
 Star before, 
 Wife Cafpar, true Baltafar, and the faithful 
 
 Melchior. 
 
 In vain the hojls of Satan would bejet their wan- 
 
 dering, 
 For the mighty Men break through them to reach 
 
 their new-born King. 
 
 They hajle in eager worjhip to that long-expeSed 
 
 To the Well of Life whoje Glory gives all believers 
 Light, 
 
 To the Chief Who comes to vanquijh, the Cham- 
 pion Jlrong to Jave, 
 
to Cljrift CrucfffeO* 15 
 
 To Israel's Hope, an INFANT, now laid within a 
 Cave. 
 
 And where the BABE is cradled, Whom the Three 
 
 in awe behold, 
 They lay their three rich Offerings, Myrrh, Frank- 
 
 incenfe and Gold. 
 
 Then they turn them back in triumph once more 
 
 afar to roam, 
 Till they bear thoje Living Waters to thirjling 
 
 hearts at home. 
 
 And that Chalice of Thy PaJJion, unto the FATHER 
 
 poured, 
 Although It is Blood, not water, yet we may 
 
 drink It, LORD ! 
 
 O Pledge of future Glory ! O mojl deep and 
 
 my/tic Sign 
 Of the Healing of the Nations by Him of David's 
 
 line! 
 
 to Cfirift Cntcfffrtu 
 
 From the Spanijb of Luis de Leon. 
 
 HOU Spotlefs LAMB of GOD, 
 
 Bathed in Thine own dear Blood, 
 That flows to wajh the world's deep 
 
 guilt away, 
 Who on the Jlubborn Tree 
 Dojl jeem to call to me, 
 
16 %mn to Cfjrift Crucified 
 
 With Arms outjlretched, to find the Grace I pray; 
 
 Ere yet life's Jlow decay 
 
 Makes pale the lujlre bright 
 
 Of that celejlial Face, 
 
 And Death's cold fingers trace 
 Their darkening jhadows o'er thoje Orbs of light, 
 
 O let one glance be thrown 
 
 From Thy meek Eyes on me, to mark me for 
 Thine Own. 
 
 Now when Thy Love profound 
 
 Hath reached its utmojl bound, 
 Nor mortal veil juch Might may more confine ; 
 
 While on the painful Rood, 
 
 With Jharpejl anguijh bowed, 
 Thy thorn-crowned Head Thou dojl to earth incline, 
 
 With Mercy's glance Divine 
 
 Thy Mother's gaze to meet ; 
 
 And Thy majejlic Prayer 
 
 E'en rebel Souls would jpare, 
 Sent upward to Thy FATHER'S Glory-feat ; 
 
 O let Thy Pardon free 
 
 Prevail for fins like mine. Now, LORD, remember 
 me ! 
 
 Now while Thy Juffering Hands 
 
 Thy bounteous Grace expands, 
 As though in dying Jlill outjlretched to give ; 
 
 And as in balance weighed, 
 
 The full account is paid, 
 Whereby poor jlaves redeemed from bondage live ; 
 
to Cljrift Crucified 17 
 
 Thy captive, LORD, receive ; 
 
 While every vital pore, 
 
 With flowing Mercy rife, 
 
 Burjls out, and parting life 
 
 Drains from Thy Heart Love's ne'er-exhaujted 
 Jlore; 
 
 Fain would I firjl be there, 
 My lofs, All-righteous SAVIOUR, earliejl to repair. 
 
 Thy Bedefman, LORD, behold, 
 
 In thraldom dark and cold 
 Long laid, entangled long in Error's chain : 
 
 Yet Hope, o'ermajlering Fear, 
 
 Still prompts, that Thou wilt hear, 
 My Advocate will not my prayer diJHain : 
 
 Since Mercy's highejl jlrain 
 
 Decrees, that pardon free 
 
 E'en there Jhould mojt abound 
 
 Where deepejl guilt is found ; 
 And when the darkejl Jlain is cleanfed by Thee, 
 
 Thy Blood with richejl cojl 
 Is lavijfred, and Thy Godlike Love rejoiceth mojl. 
 
 What though with guilty load 
 
 My drooping neck is bowed, 
 And my Jad Spirit faints with toil and care, 
 
 Becaufe my rebel pride 
 
 Cajl Thy mild Yoke afide, 
 Doomed, jujlly doomed, a tyrant's bonds to bear : 
 
 What though I might defpair 
 
 With weary Jleps and jlow 
 
1 8 5^mn to djritf Crucifietu 
 
 To reach Thee, Thou art nigh, 
 
 And never more wilt fly ; 
 Thoje royal Feet transfixed Thy Purpoje Jhow ; 
 
 Fixed on the firm-jet Tree 
 In patient grief they tell how Mercy waits for me. 
 
 I know it, O my GOD : 
 
 As in a quiet road 
 My good de/ires may here at anchor ride ; 
 
 That Heart, in open jign 
 
 Of pitying Love Divine, 
 Seen through the lattice of Thy wounded Side, 
 
 Hath all my need Jiipplied : 
 
 That to the dying Thief 
 
 Gave comfort ; one brief word 
 
 He fpake, and he was heard : 
 E'en as a glad jurprife the prayed relief 
 
 Thy Anfwer gave ; the night 
 Of darknejs left his Soul in dawn of Life and Light. 
 
 I come in happy hour 
 
 To feel Thy Grace's power, 
 Now, when with Charter new, embracing all, 
 
 Thy Gifts Thou dojl prepare 
 
 For all who Jeek to jhare : 
 Now, when to Thy fad Mother, bowed in thrall, 
 
 Thy Jbvereign Voice doth call 
 
 And bids her find a Son, 
 
 Bids John a Mother find, 
 
 The Thief of contrite mind 
 To look for promijed Joy Jhall I alone 
 
to Cljrftt Crucifietu 19 
 
 Still pine for Grace denied ? 
 No, LORD, each empty Soul with Thee is fatisfied. 
 
 Behold me, LORD, a Son 
 
 In error's path undone, 
 My portion lojt, did Jujlice fpeak my doom : 
 
 But Thy good Word hath faid, 
 
 That Mercy's mildejl aid 
 Turns,Jlays,and guides repentant wanderers home. 
 
 I come, Dear LORD, I come 
 
 To kifs Thy fainted Feet, 
 
 As on a rack, outfpread 
 
 On Thy hard dying bed ; 
 For here my Borrowing voice Thy Grace Jhall meet, 
 
 And Grace to Sons forgiven 
 Here Jpeaks O lojl and found, thy portion rejls 
 in Heaven. 
 
 For token of that Grace 
 
 To all who feek Thy Face, 
 E'en now Thy Head in death Thou dojl incline : 
 
 I know that I have won 
 
 Of Thee that pricelefs Boon, 
 The earnejl of my hope, in that dear Sign. 
 
 O Majejly Divine, 
 
 O Love of truth Jo pure, 
 
 Thy Bounty to bequeath, 
 
 That the Tejlator's death 
 Mujl pajs to make the gift of BleJJing Jure ! 
 
 O Mercy great and high, 
 
 That to confirm the bond e'en Mercy's LORD 
 mujl die ! 
 
20 cje Communion of tlje >afnt0. 
 
 My Song, we here mujl Jtay : 
 
 Such theme to honour bejl 
 
 Not words, but flowing tears, Jhould jpeak the rejl : 
 Sad Jilent mujings chafe loud Jongs away : 
 
 Our notes we cannot keep, 
 
 When Earth is hujhed, and Sun and Heaven in 
 darknejs weep ! 
 
 Communion of tlje >aintsf 
 
 j|EAVEN is no world of jelf-Jufficing 
 
 Blijs ; 
 Love is its radiance, Love its atmof- 
 
 phere, 
 
 And Love the lajl and leajl-beloved doth mijs 
 And counts each Soul, Love's Blood was poured 
 
 for, dear. 
 Did not our gracious Majler tell us this, 
 
 That Joy's vajl thrill Jweeps through Heaven's 
 
 Jplendour clear 
 
 When one poor Jlnner turns that he may live, 
 And Jhall not Heaven bewail one fugitive ? 
 
 Think ye, each Saint who loved his brethren Jo 
 He felt their Jbrrows his, loves lejs above ? 
 
 Does joy make hearts lejs tender ? Surely, no. 
 Heaven is the dwelling-place of deathlejs Love. 
 
 But your faint hearts, unconfcious of that glow, 
 Paint a falje blijs : myjelf do I reprove 
 
Communion o tlje fe>amt0+ 21 
 
 Who Jhared your doubts ; but Faith its world of 
 
 light 
 And facred lovelinefs unbares to fight. 
 
 The Virgin Mother, highejl raifed of all, 
 
 Who at her heart earth's Wondrous SAVIOUR 
 bore, 
 
 Whofe meek ajjent retrieved Eve's primal fall, 
 Can Jhe forget her brethren evermore ? 
 
 That tender heart of pity rejls the thrall ; 
 She cannot ceafe to love on that bright Jhore : 
 
 And JESUS' Fojler-father mourns with her 
 
 The fouls that mock, the lovelefs hearts that err. 
 
 And all that glorious Hojl no tongue can count, 
 Apo/lles, Prophets, Martyrs, fwell their moan. 
 
 Within each Soul jlill fprings compaj}ion's fount : 
 Should human griefs and cares remain unknown? 
 
 Number the funs ; then weigh the vajl amount 
 Of mortal woes ! That can the Blejl alone. 
 
 With tender yearning prayers for aye they feek 
 
 To blefs the lovelefs and to cheer the weak. 
 
 And you, fweet Friends, who here partook our 
 
 cares, 
 
 Have you forgotten and forfaken quite ? 
 Nay, HE Who Jhared the heart's fond yearning, 
 
 Jhares 
 
 Its tendernefs and weaknefs infinite ; 
 For weaknefs, jlrong in faith, is rich in prayers, 
 And mujl be weak, while wrong contends with 
 right. 
 
22 <Ef)e Communion of tfje 
 
 HE would not drain the care-benumbing gall ; 
 Love, in the Highejt, can be grieved by all. 
 
 He, on Heaven's Throne, their LORD and ours, 
 Whofe Heart 
 
 Blends every Love, all human griefs in one ! 
 O, that this world could know Thee as Thou art, 
 
 Undying LORD, the All-loving FATHER'S SON, 
 Yet ours, our Friend, our Own, Who mak'Jl Thy 
 part 
 
 To jue for ever hearts that jcorn and Jhun : 
 Thou canjl forget not how Jhould Thine forget ? 
 Love pays, for ever pays Love's boundlejs debt. 
 
 O Thou, the SPIRIT of Light and Wi/dom, pour 
 Thy quickening rays into theje hearts of ours, 
 
 That they may brim with grateful ardours o'er ! 
 O, earth's bare Jwamps Jhall yet be thronged 
 with flowers. 
 
 Could we but know, we furely mujl adore ; 
 Where Jimjhme Jlreams, in vain the twilight 
 cowers. 
 
 Come Light ! come Faith ! 'our colder Jelf dejlroy ! 
 
 We only ajk to love, and Love, we know, is Joy. 
 
(EucfiartfticaL 
 
 HE evening fhadows thickly fall 
 O'er grajjy jlope and guarded wall, 
 Till darknefs folds them in her pall. 
 
 But Jlill, while darknefs creeps around, 
 
 Linger the lights on holy ground, 
 
 On Zion's mountain, Temple crowned. 
 
 Like a rich garment's golden hem, 
 
 Or jewels in a diadem, 
 
 So gleam thy towers, Jerufalem. 
 
 And Jlill the fading lights creep higher, 
 Till fretted roof and golden fpire 
 Stand up, like lances tipped with fire. 
 
 And then the fleeting glories fly, 
 MaJJive and dark the towers lie, 
 Purple againjl a crimjbn Jky : 
 
 While up and down, and round about, 
 
 As fireflies Eajlern darknejs flout, 
 
 The glimmering hearth-lights twinkle out, 
 
 And through the gathering darknefs, yet 
 Gleam the white Tents, in order jet 
 Adown the jlopes of Olivet, 
 
 And ever from the bufy Jlreet 
 
 Rife the quick founds of pattering feet, 
 
 Where friends with friends in gladnefs greet. 
 
24 
 
 For of the Jewijh nation all, 
 Obedient to their Prophet's call, 
 Are met for their high Fejlival. 
 
 * * * 
 
 But He, to Whom the Feajt was due, 
 Sate fadly with the chojen few, 
 Among the faithlejs only true, 
 
 As friends who meet, and meeting know 
 That they mujl part, yet, lingering Jlow, 
 Would eat and drink before they go. 
 
 He Jate within the Upper Room, 
 And told them of His coming Doom 
 Amid the evening's gathering gloom. 
 
 He told them of His Foemen's fpite, 
 And of His yielding to their might 
 Then one went out, and it was night. 
 
 He blejjed the Cup, He brake the Bread, 
 And, This My BLOOD' for Jinners jhed, 
 And, ' This My BODY,' Jo He Jaid. 
 
 Then out into the darkening air 
 And then, the Agony of Prayer, 
 One holy Angel knoweth where 
 
 Till, underneath the Olive jhade 
 
 The hurrying torches gleaming played, 
 
 And by His Own He was betrayed 
 
25 
 
 And then, the Jcornful, cruel eyes, 
 The Crojs, the Scourge, the bitter cries, 
 The All-Jufficient Sacrifice. 
 * * * 
 
 O Heavenly Food, O Living Bread, 
 Whereon of old Thy People fed, 
 Wherewith Thy Church is nourifhed ! 
 
 O BleJJed Wine, by Thee outpoured 
 When Thou wert prejent at the Board, 
 Then for Thy Church in mercy Jlored ! 
 
 O blejjed Prejence, wherewith Thou 
 Dojl feed Thy Church in mercy now, 
 While Saints and Angels reverend bow ; 
 
 They who their glittering wings unfold, 
 And they who Jlill Thy Face behold 
 Amid the flajhing lamps of gold. 
 
 Silent they Jland, thoje Words to hear, 
 And Heaven is filled with holy fear, 
 While fallen men on earth draw near ; 
 
 They draw their wings before their face, 
 And Jilent for a little fpace 
 Adore The Myjlery of Grace ; 
 
 Adoring, while the Church they fee, 
 Which Jin had made in twain to be, 
 In Heaven and earth made One in Thee ; 
 
26 
 
 Then from their golden harps again 
 Peals forth the Church's rapturous Jlrain, 
 ' Worthy the LAMB that once was Jlain.' 
 
 O broken Flejh, O Blood outpoured, 
 By man and Angels both adored, 
 O Holy, Holy, Holy LORD, 
 
 Grant us to know with faithful eye, 
 As Saints and Angels know on high, 
 Thy Prejence in Thy Myjlery, 
 
 With John's deep love to Thee to cling, 
 Peter's warm faith to Thee to bring, 
 With Mary's tender Jbr rowing ; 
 
 Then, by the Sufferings keen and fore 
 Which once that broken Body bore, 
 Draw near, and Jilently adore : 
 
 There, by our cares and troubles prejl, 
 There lean on Thee, and leaning, rejl, 
 As One that night, upon Thy Breajl ; 
 
 Cajl at Thy Feet our guilty fears, 
 The load of all our Jm-Jlained years, 
 And wajh them, as that Saint, with tears ; 
 
 Till all its Jlrength Thy Love difplays, 
 And troubled hearts Thy Comforts raije, 
 And mourners join in Jongs of praije, 
 
In Jongs of praife that Jhall not ceaje 
 Till Thou Jhalt grant the full releaje 
 And call Thy Church to perfeQ Peace. 
 
 |O Jpake the hoary Thyme, 
 Half hidden in the grajs 
 I watch from morning prime 
 Until my LORD Jhall pajs. 
 
 " How bright beneath the Sun, 
 How Jweet within the glade, 
 The flow' rets ope, each one 
 
 Beloved by Him Who made 
 His Flowers that live in light, His Flowers that 
 live in jhade. 
 
 " The Primrojes are pale, 
 
 Yet fair ; the Violet grows 
 Beneath her leafy veil, 
 
 And be Jhe pale none knows, 
 Or be Jhe fair, Jo Jweet her Jbul that overflows. 
 
 " But all my head is Jlrewed 
 
 With ajhes gray ; and bent 
 Beneath the footfall rude, 
 
 Steals forth my timid Jcent 
 
 Crujhed from a leaf that curls, its wound to hide 
 content. 
 
28 
 
 " Why Jhould my LORD delight 
 
 In me ? Behold how fair 
 His Garden is ! How bright 
 His Rojes blowing there ; 
 
 His Lilies all like Queens that know not toil nor 
 care, 
 
 " In white calm peace on high 
 Each rears a blojjomed rod ; 
 The Gentian low doth lie, 
 Yet lifts from up the Jbd 
 
 An eye of Jleadfajl blue that looks up Jlraight to 
 GOD. 
 
 " I wait my LORD to greet, 
 
 I can but love and Jigh ; 
 I watch His Eye to meet, 
 
 He can but pajs me by ; 
 And if His hajly Feet 
 Should crufh me, it were Jweet 
 
 Beneath His Feet to die." 
 
 * * * 
 
 My Love, my LORD, has gone 
 
 Down to His Garden fair, 
 To tell o'er His Rofes, one by one, 
 
 And to gather Lilies there; 
 
 Now will I rije and fmg 
 
 A Song which I have made 
 Unto my LORD the King ; 
 
 Nor will I be afraid 
 
 To ajk Him of His Flowers that jpring in Jun- 
 jhine and in Jhade. 
 
29 
 
 " Oh, what are thefe Rofes bright, 
 
 That in Thy Garland blow ? 
 Thefe Rofes red as blood, 
 
 Thefe Rofes white as Jhow ? " 
 
 " Theje blood-red Rofes grew 
 On a field with battle dyed ; 
 Theje jhow-white Rojes Jlrew 
 
 A path that is not wide ; 
 None feek that path but they who feek Him Who 
 was crucified I" 
 
 " Oh, what are thefe Lilies tipped 
 
 With fire, that fword-like gleam ? 
 Oh, what are theje Lilies dipped 
 
 As in the pale moon-beam, 
 That quiver with unjleadfajl light and jhine as 
 through a dream?" 
 
 " Thefe fiery Spirits pajfed 
 
 From earth through jword and flame ; 
 Theje quiet Souls at lajl 
 
 Through patience overcame: 
 Thefe Jhine like jlars on high, and thefe 
 
 Have left no trace nor name ; 
 I bind them in one Wreath becaufe their triumph 
 was the fame." 
 
 
 " Oh, what are thefe Flowers that wake 
 
 So cheerful to the morn, 
 All wet with tears of early dew ; 
 
 And thefe that droop forlorn, 
 
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30 
 
 With heavy drops of night drenched through ?" 
 " Theje little Flowers of cheerful hue 
 Familiar by the wayjide grew, 
 And theje among the corn ; 
 
 " And theje, that o'er a Ruin wave 
 
 Their crimjbn flag, in fight 
 Were wounded Jbre, yet Jlill are brave 
 
 To greet the Jcent and Jight ; 
 And theje I found upon a grave all wet with drops 
 of night. 
 
 " And Jbme I have that will unfold 
 
 When night is dujk and Jlill, 
 And Jbme I have that keep their hold 
 
 Upon the wind-Jwept hill ; 
 Theje Jhrink not from the Jummer heat, 
 
 They do not fear the cold, 
 And all of theje I know for Jweet, 
 
 For patient, and for bold." 
 
 " Thou bearejl Flowers within Thy Hand, 
 
 Thou wearejl on Thy Breajl 
 A Flower ; now tell me which of theje 
 
 Thy Flowers Thou lovejl bejl ; 
 Which wilt Thou gather to Thy Heart 
 
 Beloved above the rejl ?" 
 
 " Should I not love my Flowers, 
 My Flowers that bloom and pine, 
 
 Unjeen, unjbught, unwatched for hours 
 By any eyes but Mine ? 
 
#fcenaon of Cfjn'tt 31 
 
 " Should I not love my Flowers ? 
 
 I love my Lilies tall, 
 My Marigolds with conjlant eyes, 
 Each Flower that blows, each Flower that dies 
 
 To Me, I love them all. 
 
 " I gather to a Heavenly bower 
 
 My Rofes fair and Jweet ; 
 i \ I hide within My Breajl the Flower 
 That grows befide My Feet." 
 
 &fcettaon of Cfjrfft. 
 
 OTHING now is left to do, 
 All the labour is gone through, 
 CHRisrhath bought us with His Blood, 
 Proved the work, and found it good, 
 
 Sealed, and writ with iron pen, 
 
 The unutterable Amen. 
 
 Look not for the fiery car 
 Borne above the winds afar, 
 Where the Angel-horjes beat 
 Golden air with flying feet, 
 Flaming by a path untrod 
 In among the Jtars of GOD. 
 
 As to earth, with no high name, 
 Nor like earthly Kings He came, 
 Now rejefted of His Own, 
 Grandly quiet and alone 
 
32 Cfje &fcenCon of C&riff* 
 
 He returneth to His Rejl, 
 Back into the FATHER'S Breajl. 
 
 Only by a chojen few 
 
 Who believe His Promije true, 
 
 Eatjttis Bread, and drink His Cup, 
 
 He is Jeen as He goes up, 
 
 Till the cloud, that waiting lies, 
 
 Veils Him from their yearning eyes. 
 
 On the pure lips, ere He pajjed, 
 Words of BleJJing were the lajl. 
 His receding Hands, outfpread, 
 Pour Redemption on their head. 
 But the cloud comes in between, 
 And the Form is no more feen. 
 
 Spake bejide them, in their Jight, 
 Two Men robed in jhining white 
 Why in wonder thus do ye 
 Gaze, O Men of Galilee? 
 Hence ! nor from the Work refrain 
 Till your CHRIST Jhall come again. 
 
 Then into the world they fare, 
 And His Love goes with them there; 
 To life's daily tajks they turn, 
 And His Jecret Presence learn; 
 While they do His gracious Will 
 All is good and nothing ill. 
 
after tfjfjf ttje iu&cmenk 33 
 
 Comes a Day when on the earth 
 The new Kingdom Jhall have birth, 
 And with many a wondrous Sign 
 Judah Jhall arije and Jhine ; 
 But the Jeajbn and the hour, 
 Theje are in the FATHER'S Power. 
 
 Now let us new comfort draw 
 From the Vijion which they Jaw, 
 And ourjelves example take 
 From the word thoje Angels fpake, 
 Nor from the good work refrain 
 Till our CHRIST Jhall come again. 
 
 And if here, in light Jo dim, 
 
 Toil itjelf is Jweet for Him, 
 
 If, when under clouds we go, 
 
 From the Crojs true pleasures flow, 
 
 What if ever we Jhould Jland, 
 
 Crowned in the Celejlial Land, 
 
 With the Saints at GOD'S Right Hand ! 
 
 after tf)i0 rije IttOgment. 
 
 S eager homebound Traveller to the goal, 
 Or Jleadfajl Seeker on an unjearched 
 
 main, 
 
 Or Martyr panting for an aureole, 
 My Fellow-pilgrims pajs me, and attain 
 That hidden Manjion of perpetual Peace 
 
 Where keen dejireand hope dwell free from pain : 
 
34 &fter tljtg ffje 3]utig:ment 
 
 That Gate Jlands open of perennial eaje ; 
 
 I view the Glory till I partly long, 
 Yet lack the fire of love which quickens theje. 
 
 O pajjing Angel, Jpeed me with a Jong, 
 A melody of Heaven to reach my heart 
 
 And rouje me to the race and make me jlrong ; 
 Till in Juch mujic I take up my part, 
 Swelling thoje Alleluias full of rejl, 
 One, tenfold, hundredfold, with Heavenly art, 
 Fulfilling north and Jbuth and eajl and wejt, 
 Thoufand, ten thousandfold, innumerable, 
 All blent in one yet each one manifejl ; 
 Each one dijlinguijhed and beloved as well 
 As if no Jecond voice in earth or Heaven 
 Were lifted up the Love of GOD to tell. 
 
 Ah, Love of GOD, which Thine own Self hajl 
 
 given 
 To me mojl poor, and made me rich in love, 
 
 Love that dojl pajs the tenfold Jeven times Jeven, 
 Draw Thou mine eyes, draw Thou my heart above, 
 My treajure and my heart Jlore Thou in Thee, 
 Brood over me with yearnings of a dove ; 
 
 Be Hujband, Brother, clofejl Friend to me ; 
 Love me as very mother loves her Jon, 
 
 Her Jucking firjlborn, fondled on her knee : 
 Yea, more than mother loves her little one ; 
 
 For earthly even a mother may forget, 
 And feel no pity for its piteous moan ; 
 
 But Thou, O Love of GOD, remember yet, 
 Through the dry dejert, through the waterflood, 
 
tfjfg ttie itrtffment, 35 
 
 (Life, Death), until the great White Throneis Jet. 
 l \lf now I am Jkk in chewing the bitter cud 
 
 Of Jweet pajl fin, though Jblaced by Thy Grace 
 I And oft-times Jtrengthened by Thy Flejh and 
 
 Blood, 
 
 How Jhall I then Jland up before Thy Face, 
 When from Thine Eyes repentance Jhall be hid 
 
 And utmojl Jujtice Jtand in Mercy's place : 
 When every Jin I thought, or Jpoke, or did, 
 
 Shall meet me at the inexorable Bar, 
 And there be no man (landing: in the mid 
 
 J O 
 
 To plead for me ; while Jlar fallen after Jtar 
 With Heaven and earth are like a ripened Jhock, 
 
 And all time's mighty works and wonders are 
 Conjumed as in a moment ; when no rock 
 
 Remains to fall on me, no tree to hide, 
 But I Jland all creation's gazing-Jlock, 
 
 Expojed and comfortlejs on every Jlde, 
 Placed trembling in the final balances 
 
 Whoje poije this hour, this moment, mujl be 
 
 tried ? 
 Ah, Love of GOD, if greater Love than this 
 
 Hath no man, that a MAN die for His Friend, 
 And if Juch Love of Love Thine own Love is, 
 
 Plead with Thyjelf, with me, before the end ; 
 Redeem me from the irrevocable pajl ; 
 
 Pitch Thou Thy Prejence round me to defend ; 
 Yea, feek with pierced Feet, yea, hold me fajl 
 
 WitrTpTerced Hands Whoje Wounds were 
 made by Love ; 
 
 \ 
 
36 ^Ije (Embracing: of tlje Bo&p of 
 
 Not what I am, remember what Thou wajt 
 
 When darknejs hid from Thee Thy Heavens 
 
 above, 
 
 And fin Thy FATHER'S Face, while Thou didjl 
 drink 
 
 The bitter Cup of Death, didjl tajle thereof 
 For every man ; while Thou wajl nigh to Jink 
 
 Beneath the intenje, intolerable rod, 
 Grown Jick of Love : not what I am, but think 
 
 Thy Life then ranjbmed mine, my GOD, my GOD. 
 
 embracing: of tlje ^Boljp of Cljritt 
 
 THOU uncovered Corfe, WORD of the 
 
 Living ONE, 
 Self-doomed to be uplifted on the 
 
 bitter Tree, 
 
 Thereon to die, Thy patient Will, Eternal SON, 
 And thence in Love draw all men unto Thee. 
 
 Which of Thy holy Members is without a Wound? 
 The thorny Wreath Thy blejfed Brow embraces 
 
 fajl; 
 No place whereon to lay Thee, weary Head, was 
 
 found 
 But Thou Jhalt rejl within a Tomb at laJL 
 
 O Lips, which once with jweetejl Words did 
 
 overflow, 
 Frejh from jharp vinegar and bitternejs of gall ; 
 
Cfjtfft ftp 1!?!0 (Hirgm^ot^er. 37 
 
 O Cheeks, how often turned to many a jmiter's blow, 
 And Jpat upon in Pilate's Judgment-hall. 
 
 By hands of men made helplefs on the dreadful 
 
 Beam, 
 O Hands, of man creative, how were ye pierced 
 
 through ; 
 
 Yet all outjlretched,ye reach e'en Hades to redeem, 
 And give the firjl tranjgrejjbr help anew. 
 
 O Mouth all Jweet, no guile was ever found in Thee, 
 And yet, alas ! by traiterous kijs wajl Thou be- 
 trayed ; 
 
 O blejfed Feet, that walking on the Jlormy jea 
 All water hallowed as the waves obeyed. 
 
 Where is the chorus of Thy Jick ones, O my SON, 
 All thoje infirm whom Thou didjl heal, the 
 
 upraijed dead ? 
 To draw the nails from Hands and Feet, there 
 
 came not one 
 Of all the crowds whom Thou hajl comforted 
 
 Only came Nicodemus, he who Jbught by night, 
 And Jofeph kind, whoje rocky Tomb Thy Bed 
 
 Jhall be, 
 
 Whither, to Jleep a Lion's Jleep in awful might, 
 My SON, how Jbon will they be bearing Thee. 
 
 Now Thou art borne to me from yon Jharp Crofs 
 
 of pain, 
 And heavily upon theje Mother-arms art laid ; 
 
38 <3Elje %mn of 
 
 Theje arms which bare Thee long ago, and once 
 
 again 
 A lowly rejling place for Thee are made. 
 
 I, who firjl fwathed Thee, Thy Grave-clothes now 
 
 will bind, 
 
 Giver of Life, Thou liejl dead before me now : 
 Tears laved Thee at Thy Birth ; far hotter tears 
 
 I find 
 
 To wajh the Death-drops from Thy pallid 
 Brow. 
 
 High in theje arms Maternal Thou didjl leap, 
 Thou Who wajl born of me, this weary world 
 
 to Jave ; 
 
 O bitter Funerals ! that I who hujhed Thy Sleep, 
 Mujl wail this doleful PaJJion o'er Thy Grave. 
 
 of #urelfu0 
 Clemen^ 
 
 On the Eighth Day before the Kalends of January, 
 (Chriftmas Day.) 
 
 HEREFORE doth the circling Sun 
 Ceaje the downward courje to run ? 
 Is it that the CHRIST is born, 
 Lengthening out the path of morn ? 
 
^cutientwgf Clemen^ 39 
 
 Ah, how jwift the hurrying day 
 Seemed of late to fleet away ! 
 Almojl might the torch appear 
 Quenched, of the declining year ! 
 
 Now the Heaven in livelier glow 
 Flames o'er gladdening Earth below ; 
 Mounting now the daybeam Jhines 
 Gradual on the former lines. 
 
 Spring to light, All-lovely CHILD ! 
 Spring from Mother undefiled, 
 Maid from jpoujal contaS free, 
 Bearing GOD and MAN in Thee. 
 
 WORD of GOD ! though Thou be Jprung, 
 Uttered by the FATHER'S Tongue, 
 Yet in the Paternal Breajl 
 WISDOM found an earliejl rejl ; 
 
 She did heaven and earth ordain, 
 Night and day, and all their train ; 
 At the Word their paths they trod, 
 Duteous for the WORD was GOD. 
 
 But, the world's foundation laid, 
 All things in due order made, 
 He Who wrought them all at will 
 In His Father's Bojbm Jlill 
 
 Rejled, till revolving years 
 Fill their thousandfold careers, 
 
40 <ap&e !pmn of 
 
 And Himjelf in mercy then 
 Seek this Jinful world of men. 
 
 For the tribes of lojl mankind, 
 Vanity-adoring, blind, 
 Worfhipped as their gods alone 
 Senfekfs brajs, and wood, and /tone. 
 
 While they thus unfaithful Jlrayed, 
 They the Spoiler's prey were made, 
 Prone their Jlavi/h life to Jleep, 
 Hopelejs, in the fiery deep. 
 
 But the CHRIST would not that all 
 Nations from His Realm Jhould fall, 
 Lejl the glorious Struflure wrought 
 By His FATHER come to nought. 
 
 He ajjumed a mortal Frame, 
 That, arijing with the fame, 
 He might rend Death's iron ban, 
 To His FATHER bear a MAN. 
 
 This is that great natal Day, 
 When amid the quickening clay 
 Warm the Informing Spirit jlirred, 
 Breathing into Flejh the WORD. 
 
 Feel'Jl thou not, imperial Maid, 
 All thy jbrrows overpaid, 
 All thy Maidenhood's pure blifs 
 Overblejl by Birth like This ? 
 
#ut:elui0 ^rtiUentiug Clement 4* 
 
 O what mighty Joys Jhall come 
 From that chajle and holy Womb, 
 Whence the new-born ages bright 
 Forth proceed in golden light ! 
 
 At that wondrous Infant-cry 
 Spring o'erjpreads the wintry Jky ; 
 From her gloomy trance Thy Birth 
 Wakens up regenerate earth. 
 
 Well I ween that gracious morn 
 Saw unnumbered flowers new-born ; 
 E'en parched Afric's fandy Jhore 
 Fragrant nard and neSar bore. 
 
 All things barbarous, hard, and wild, 
 Felt Thy Birth, Celejlial CHILD ! 
 O'er her breajl the dry rock drew 
 Flowery veil of vernal hue : 
 
 Honey from the cliff wells down : 
 Spicy gums the hard oak crown : 
 Mid the jere and barren fields 
 Odorous balm the tamarijk yields. 
 
 O thrice holy humble Jlall, 
 Cradle of the King of all, 
 Ever to His Saints endeared, 
 By the jpeechlejs race revered ! 
 
 Yes ! the unreasoning kind adore, 
 Ignorant though of holy lore ; 
 
42 <3Efie %mn of pruticntfug. 
 
 Thoughtful erjl of food alone, 
 Now their prejent LORD they own. 
 
 Yet, while Thee with faithful mind 
 Heathens, and the inferior kind 
 Seek, and on the unreajbning race 
 Falls Jbme glimmering of Thy Grace, 
 
 They, the Fathers' chojen line, 
 Hate and fpurn the BABE Divine : 
 As with forcer ies dark in/jpired, 
 Or demoniac frenzy fired. 
 
 Why thus headlong rujh to Jin? 
 Own, if thought thy heart within 
 'Mid thy wild delujion jprings, 
 Here the King of all thy kings. 
 
 Him Whom humble cattle-Jtall, 
 Mortal Mother, cradle fmall, 
 W^eak and wailing Infancy, 
 Gave the Nations' LORD to be, 
 
 Sinner ! thou /halt view on high 
 Throned upon the glittering Jky, 
 While with fruitless tears and jbre 
 Thou thy trejpajs Jhalt deplore. 
 
 When through Heaven the Trump Divine 
 Gives for earth to burn the Jign, 
 And uptorn Creation rolls 
 Shattered from the blazing poles, 
 
Coiienant&. 43 
 
 He Jhall from His Throne repay 
 Each man's doom for each man's way : 
 Heaven to theje, and quenchlejs Light ; 
 Hell to thofe, and raylej*s Night. 
 
 Then, Judaea ! to thy lojs, 
 Feel the thunder of the Crojs : 
 Death his prey from hand of thine 
 Might receive, but mujl rejign. 
 
 Covenant?? : an 
 
 RISE ! ye Children chofen of the LORD, 
 
 And hajlen for your life ; 
 Nor tarry in the land of GOD abhorred, 
 
 Where all His Plagues are rife ; 
 Nor fondly gaze upon the accurjed Jpot ; 
 Death lurks in Egypt's pleasures touch them not. 
 
 But firjl with Sacred BLOOD be ye baptized, 
 
 That in this awful night 
 The dread Dejlroyer, by that Sign apprized, 
 
 May heed the holy Jight : 
 
 Behold the LAMB! from the world's morning jlain, 
 Make you His Pains your peace, His Grief your 
 gain. 
 
 Aye, mark Him on your homes, your houjehold 
 
 ways, 
 Him always, Firjl and Lajl, 
 
44 'flTfie ^too Covenants. 
 
 Who by His Love can Jiich deliverance raife 
 
 Till the death-Jlroke be pajl : 
 Then jheltered by that Love draw near, and take 
 Of the myjlerious Feajl fuch Love can make. 
 
 The bitter tajle of penitential woe 
 Makes pardoning Grace mojl meet 
 
 For cleanfed hearts that no ill leaven know, 
 Only the favour fweet 
 
 Of meek obedience, and of conjlant will 
 
 That GOD in them His Purpoje fhould fulfil. 
 
 And then, will fhoe-clad feet and ftaff in hand, 
 
 Stand ready for the flight 
 From dying Egypt to the living Land 
 
 Of freedom and of light ; 
 And while ye fafely pafs o'er fea and plain, 
 A much obferved night let this remain. 
 * * * * 
 
 Still are ye faring through life's middle fpace, 
 
 The fpace of forty years ? 
 Is the world's wildernefs a dreary place 
 
 Of perils and of fears ? 
 Seems it a long way to the end of life, 
 A weary journey, and a ceafelefs ftrife ? 
 
 Children no more but Chofen People Jlill ! 
 
 GOD'S Cloud is fafejl forrow : 
 His Banquet lies outfpread ; take now your fill, 
 
 And trujl Him for to-morrow : 
 
^Ije 'QTtoo Coiienantsf* 45 
 
 IYc wijl not what It is ; but It is fent 
 
 |To Jlay your famijhed Souls : be ye content. 
 
 to Marvel ever fweet, and ever new ! 
 
 To rije up morn by morn, 
 I To wander forth, a Flock forlorn and few, 
 
 Toil-Jtained and travel-worn ; 
 To find the Wealth of Heaven on this bare earth, 
 And Canaan's plenty 'mid the dejert's dearth. 
 
 What though the wondrous Thing Jhould melt 
 away 
 
 Upon the Jcorching wajle 
 Have ye not Jlored a BleJJIng for to-day 
 
 Whoje joy ye Jlill can tajle ? 
 All purejl Pleasures that your Souls can need 
 Gathered in one 'tis Angels' Food indeed. 
 
 GOD'S Meajure is Enough : enough of toil, 
 
 Enough of rejl and calm, 
 Enough of this world's care and fret and jbil, 
 
 Enough of His world's Balm : 
 E'en of Himjelf enough, in joy and woe, 
 Till Him in all His Fulnefs ye jhall know. 
 
 * * * * 
 
 O weary Pilgrims ! nearly Home at lajl, 
 
 Clofe upon Jordan's Jhore, 
 What are your troubles now that they are pajl ? 
 
 What are your joys in Jlore ? 
 Only keep clojer yet beneath His Hand, 
 Who brings you to the borders of His Land. 
 
46 Clje Ctoo 
 
 Do ye look back upon the far-off days 
 
 When firjl ye knew the LORD ? 
 And went ajide from Egypt's evil ways 
 
 Unto His Pafchal Board ; 
 And gained a Guardian through the dangerous 
 
 time 
 Of morning's early fiujh and golden prime ? 
 
 Or think ye on the troublous wildernejs, 
 
 Its pitfalls and its Jhares ; 
 Your faithlejs fears, your cries of deep dijlrejs, 
 
 Your Jbrrows and your cares ; 
 And how the priceless Manna Goo-bejlowed 
 Lay, ' Meat enough,' along your Heavenward 
 road? 
 
 Still to the lajl mujl your faint Souls be fed, 
 
 GOD jlill prepares a Feajl ; 
 Upon His Altar lies the Holy Bread, 
 
 The portion of the Priejl 
 
 Yea, and of thofe who, priejllike, jland and wait 
 Abjblved, cleanjed, pure, within the gate. 
 
 GOD, Who through life hath fed you to this day, 
 
 Defend you to the end ; 
 His living Bread be Jlill your Staff and Stay ; 
 
 His Angel jlill your Friend ; 
 Till daylight fades, and hues of evening fall, 
 Till Jhadows ceafe, and GOD is All in All. 
 
47 
 
 P erf e cut Ion. 
 
 HERE was Jilence in the Heavens 
 When the SON of MAN was led 
 From the Garden to the Judgment ; 
 
 Sudden Jilence, Jlrange, and dread ! 
 All along the empyreal coa/b 
 On their knees the immortal Hojls 
 Watched, with Jad and wondering eyes, 
 That tremendous Sacrifice. 
 
 There was Jilence in the Heavens 
 
 When the Priejl his garment tore ; 
 Silence when the Twain accurjed 
 
 Their falje witnejs faintly bore : 
 Silence (though a tremor crept 
 O'er their ranks) the Angels kept 
 While that Judge, dijmayed though proud, 
 Wajhed his hands before the crowd. 
 
 But when CHRIST His CroJ*s was bearing, 
 
 Fainting oft, by Jlow degrees, 
 Then went forth the Angelic thunder 
 
 Of Legions rifing from their knees : 
 Each bright Spirit grajped a brand ; 
 And Lightning flajhed from band to band : 
 An injlant more had launched them forth 
 Avenging terrors to the earth. 
 
48 
 
 Then from GOD there fell a Glory 
 
 Round and o'er that multitude ; 
 And by every fervent Angel 
 
 With hujhing hand Another Jlood : 
 Another, never jeen before, 
 Stood one moment and no more 
 " Peace ! Brethren, peace ! to us is given 
 Suffering. Vengeance is for Heaven!" 
 
 Law and Grace. 
 
 \ T is not true that unto us, enrolled 
 
 Within CHRIST'S Band, the Law exijls 
 
 no longer : 
 But this is true, that we, who fank of old 
 Opprejfed beneath that armour's weight of gold, 
 Sujlain it now in glory, being Jlronger ! 
 
 The Form remains : but is a form no more 
 To eyes injpired, that Jee 
 Through bondage Liberty, 
 And in His earthly Shape their GOD adore. 
 To Love, all things are Love : 
 
 To Grace, all things are Grace : 
 And humble Faith can never move 
 In an unholy place ! 
 
 Within, but not beneath the Law we dwell : 
 That wall, of old our prijbn's circuit, now, 
 Girding the citied mountain's Jbvereign brow, 
 
 Is but the bulwark of man's citadel : 
 
Draper of ^Cfortert* 49 
 
 Large views beyond^ are given ; 
 Safe views of all the earth, and healing airs of 
 Heaven. 
 
 Within the Temple of the Law we jland, 
 
 As once without it Jlood 
 
 That awe-Jlruck multitude ; 
 And on the marble Tables lay our hand : 
 There, like the Priejl of old, our GOD we meet, 
 And Jland up boldly by the Mercy-Seat. 
 
 Draper of ^i'lUefcm to tlje 
 
 To the Everlaftlng Father. 
 
 IRST and Lajt of faith's receiving, 
 Source and Sea of man's believing, 
 GOD, Whofe Might is all-potential, 
 GOD, Who/e Truth is Truth's eflential, 
 
 Good Jupreme in Thy Subjijling, 
 
 Good in all Thy jeen Exijling ; 
 
 Over all things, all things under, 
 
 Touching all, from all ajunder ; 
 
 Centre Thou, but not intruded, 
 
 CompaJJing, and yet included ; 
 
 Over all, and not afcending, 
 
 Under all, but not depending ; 
 
 Over all, the world ordaining, 
 
 Under all, the world Jujlaining ; 
 
 
 
50 Draper of ^ 
 
 All without, in all Jurrounding, 
 All within, in Grace abounding ; 
 Inmojl, yet not comprehended, 
 Outer Jlill, and not extended ; 
 Over, yet on nothing founded, 
 Under, but by fpace unbounded ; 
 Omniprejent, yet in-dwelling, 
 Self-impelled, the world impelling ; 
 Force, nor Fate's predejlination 
 Sways Thee to one alteration ; 
 Ours to-day, Thyjelf for ever, 
 Still commencing, ending never ; 
 Pajl with Thee is time's beginning, 
 Prejent all its future winning ; 
 With Thy Counfel's firjl ordaining 
 Comes Thy Counsel's lajl attaining ; 
 One the Light's firjl radiance darting 
 And the Elements' departing. 
 
 To the Eternal Son. 
 
 I EXT in Revelation's Jequel, 
 
 Co-eternal SON, Co-equal, 
 FATHER'S Light, and FATHER'S Feature, 
 All-creating, yet a Creature, 
 With our flejh Thyfelf enduing, 
 All our righteoujhejs enfuing ; 
 With immortal Glory Jhining, 
 Yet to death and time declining ; 
 
of l&flfoeberk 51 
 
 MAN and GOD united ever, 
 GOD in MAN confounded never. 
 Not Thyfelf to flejh converting, 
 All the GODHEAD Jlill ajjerting ; 
 All the GOD to MANHOOD taking, 
 Yet the MANHOOD not forfaking ; 
 One with GOD by conformation, 
 Lejs than GOD by Incarnation ; 
 Man in Jubjlance of Thy Mother, 
 Yet than GOD Thyfelf no other. 
 Thus two Natures' wondrous union 
 Stands in unimpaired communion ; 
 What He was ere worlds were dated, 
 That He was on earth created ; 
 He our only Mediator, 
 None but He our Legijlator ; 
 Born for us, and circumcijed, 
 Dead, and buried, and baptized ; 
 Fell on jleep, to Hell descending, 
 Roje again to Life unending ; 
 Thence to Judgment comes to call men 
 Who Himjelf was judged for all men. 
 
 To the Holy Spirit. 
 
 j OD, of Glory unabated, 
 
 Not begotten, nor created, 
 SPIRIT, SON nor FATHER neither, 
 Yet proceedejl Thou from either, 
 
52 Draper of 
 
 From no Heavenly jburce exterior, 
 With no Quality inferior, 
 From Eternity no lower, 
 Subjlance, Majejly, or Power. 
 
 ATHER One in Gofpel-Jtory, 
 
 One the Firjl-begotten's Glory, 
 One the HOLY GHOST'S ProceJJion 
 Three, but One to Faith's confejjion. 
 Each Himjelf is GOD alonely, 
 Yet not Three, but One GOD only. 
 In this Onenejs, worjhipped truly, 
 Three in One I worjhip duly ; 
 In their Perjbns ever Three, 
 In their Subjlance Unity ; 
 None of Whom is lejs than Other, 
 None is greater than Another : 
 In each One no variation, 
 Into each no transmutation ; 
 Each is GOD, and yet no blending, 
 Everlajling, without ending. 
 * * * 
 
 STRONGHOLD fafe of judah's Lion, 
 
 Take, O take me to thee, Sion ! 
 Light's own GOD thy light's renewing, 
 From the Crofs thy lintels hewing ; 
 Living gems thy walls' foundation, 
 Praije thy gates, thy Jlreets Salvation. 
 In that City junjhine vernal 
 Dwells for ever, Peace eternal ; 
 
211f(ion of tlje (Plorp. 53 
 
 There no taint of Jin remaining, 
 
 No defeft and no complaining; 
 
 Stunted none and none unjightly, 
 
 All conformed to JESUS brightly. 
 
 City of time-Jainted Sages 
 
 Built upon the rock of ages, 
 
 O'er the Jtormy world's commotions 
 
 To Thee all my Soul's devotions 
 
 Waft I, for thy Love expiring, 
 
 Peaceful Rejl and Joys untiring. 
 
 Feajls how bright thy Saints are keeping, 
 
 Without mixture, without weeping ; 
 
 Heart to heart what love entwining ; 
 
 With what jlones the city Jhining, 
 
 Jacinth or Chalcedon be it, 
 
 They Jhall know who live to fee it. 
 
 (lliaon of tlje 
 
 For tbe Feaft of tie Transfiguration, Auguft 6. 
 
 RIGHT upon the vejled Altar, partners 
 
 of the early morn, 
 
 Flame the Tapers in the Jlillnejs of the 
 rojy Augujl dawn ; 
 
 Twin in number, twin in nature, earthly matter 
 
 Jhining bright 
 With the flame which, uncommingled, Jheds the 
 
 radiance of its light, 
 
54 'Znje flllfaon of tije (Blorjn 
 
 Uncontained, yet clofe united undivided each, 
 
 yet whole, 
 As the human flejh is wedded with the reasonable 
 
 Soul: 
 
 While behind, diftinS, myjlerious, cajting jhadow 
 from above, 
 
 Spreads the Crojs its arms of Mercy and of all- 
 embracing Love. 
 
 Light of Light, from Heaven descending to thy 
 
 earthly Altar-throne, 
 Lo! we call Thee, we receive Thee : Majler, come 
 
 unto Thine Own ; 
 
 For on Tabor Jhone the GODHEAD through its 
 
 Flejhly Veil to-day, 
 And the darknejs comprehends Thee, and the 
 
 Jhadows flee away. 
 
 On the Mount, the mijls difperfmg, cleared the 
 
 Vijlon for a fpace, 
 And weak man beheld the GODHEAD, unforbidden, 
 
 Face to face ; 
 
 Saw the Lowly MANHOOD kindle with a Glory 
 
 not its Own, 
 As the GODHEAD, Uncreated, from its Human 
 
 Vejlure Jhonc ; 
 
^Ije tttCott of tfje (0lorp+ 55 
 
 Saw Him there, but not in terror, as in olden time 
 
 He came 
 In the blacknejs and the tempejl and the mountain 
 
 wrapt in flame ; 
 
 Saw the covenanted meeting of the Old World 
 
 and the New, 
 Every Word confirmed and witnejfed in the mouth 
 
 of Three and Two ; 
 
 Saw the Two of all the Old World, of the New 
 
 World faw the Three, 
 Law and Prophets, chief Apojlle, and the Sons of 
 
 Zebedee. 
 
 Sounds the Voice through all the ages Man has 
 
 Jinned, and Man mujl die ; 
 GOD has Jpoken in His Jujlice Can the GOD of 
 
 Jujlice lie? 
 
 Love takes up the Challenge, pleading GOD is 
 Love, and GOD has won 
 
 Pardon through the Blood-atoning of the Well- 
 beloved SON. 
 
 GOD is Judge, and GOD the Ranfom : Heaven 
 
 and earth in one rejoice ; 
 Hujhed the earthquake ; pajl the tempejl; prejent 
 
 is the Jlill jmall Voice. 
 
 * * * * 
 
 Bright upon the vejled Altar burns the Tapers' 
 Jleady light, 
 
56 ^Tfie 3Ufaott of t!je 
 
 For the Day-Jlar has arijen through the Jhadovvs 
 of the night, 
 
 And they/how in type and figure what the eye of 
 
 faith may Jee 
 By the light of Tabor Mountain in an awful 
 
 Myjlery : 
 
 In that Cloud we fear to enter : it is full of light 
 within, 
 
 For the LAMB there kindles brightly the Burnt- 
 Sacrifice for Jin : 
 
 And we tremble as we worjhip ; for, behold I in 
 
 lowly guije, 
 Under Form of earthly Subjlance, lies the bloodlejs 
 
 Sacrifice ; 
 
 And the Soul flies back in memory to the Manger 
 
 in the Jlall 
 Where in Form of earthly Subjlance lay the GOD 
 
 and LORD of all : 
 
 GOD and MAN He willed for our Jakes in One 
 
 PERSON to combine ; 
 GOD and MAN He comes for our Jakes under Form 
 
 of Bread and Wine, 
 
 That His Pure and Sinlejs MANHOOD, raijed 
 
 from death, no more to die, 
 May appeal from earth to Heaven at the Throne 
 
 of GOD on high. 
 
life of Cljrfft 57 
 
 (Therefore on the vejled Altar burns the Tapers' 
 
 Jleady flame, 
 Setting forth the Two-fold Natures wherewith 
 
 CHRIST the SAVIOUR came, 
 
 Setting forth the Heavenly Subjlance which the 
 
 faithful Soul intent 
 Mujl difcern beneath the Subjlance of the fearful 
 
 Sacrament ; 
 
 hat the fainting may gain vigour, and the Jickly 
 
 be made whole, 
 If the hem of that bright Garment do but touch 
 upon the Soul. 
 
 From the Latin. 
 
 |]N Wifdom, GOD the LORD, 
 Who by His potent Word 
 
 The Univerfe controls, 
 Beheld us as we lay 
 To guilt and grief a prey, 
 
 And pitied our lojl Souls. 
 From His high Throne above 
 The FATHER fent in Love 
 His MeJJenger to earth, 
 That all things might be done 
 As promised to the SON 
 
 Before His wondrous Birth. 
 
58 C&e fcffiraf 
 
 Soon as the Angel fpoke 
 The Virgin's joy awoke 
 
 Hail ! favoured One, for thou 
 (Said he) Jhalt bear a SON, 
 Both GOD and MAN in One, 
 
 To Whom Jhall all things bow. 
 Nor was it long delayed 
 Before that Mother-Maid 
 
 Embraced her Holy CHILD, 
 The Light of faithful men 
 Cheering the world again 
 
 With Virtue undented. 
 
 The Eternal SON of GOD was born 
 A MAN, on that illujlrious morn; 
 He Whom the boundlejs Heavens obey 
 Then in the lowly Manger lay, 
 And then awoke the exultant Hymn 
 From raptured choirs of Cherubim. 
 No proud ones faw the glorious light 
 That burjl upon the Shepherds' Jight, 
 But, JeJJe's Rod in bloom, behold 
 With Myrrh and Frankincenje and Gold, 
 Fit Gifts, the Magi come from far, 
 Led on by Bethlehem's Herald-Jlar! 
 
 Born for men, He was indeed 
 Circumcijed as Abraham's Jeed ; 
 Him His Mother gladly brings 
 With the appointed offerings ; 
 Simeon takes Him in his arms, 
 Spared to fee the SAVIOUR'S Charms, 
 
f Cfjrtft 59 
 
 Who ere long in Jordan's river, 
 
 In a glorious Myjlery, 
 Wajhed away our Jins for ever, 
 
 If repentant we /hall be, 
 If in the Baptijmal wave 
 We Jhall own His Power to fave. 
 
 Soon followed A<3s of glorious Fame 
 
 See wine from water flowing ; 
 Eyes for the blind, feet for the lame, 
 
 Tongues for the dumb are growing : 
 The deaf find ears ; dijeafes fly ; 
 
 The very dead jhow motion ; 
 The Devils Jhun His piercing Eye ; 
 
 He calms the Jlorm-toJJed ocean : 
 Five thoujand feajl on what He gives, 
 
 Five loaves and two jmall fijhes ; 
 Blood is Jlaunched ; and the poor child lives, 
 
 As faith maternal wijhes. 
 
 Now, as Holy Scripture reads, 
 On the Crojs our Shepherd bleeds, 
 
 Yielding up His precious Breath ; 
 Spotlefs LAMB of GOD, He lies 
 Dying as our Sacrifice, 
 
 Winning viftory over death ! 
 Dawns at length the appointed day ; 
 Hell flies open ; Death gives way ; 
 
 Chrijlians jee their Rijen LORD : 
 Oh, the triumphs of that hour ! 
 Miracles of Javing Power 
 
 Wait upon His gracious Word, 
 
60 %ty 3Daug;t)ter fc toeatu 
 
 Having thus Jubdued His Foes, 
 Up to Heaven the SAVIOUR roje, 
 
 Glory of our ranfomed nature : 
 All Dominion is His own, 
 One with GOD upon the Throne, 
 
 LORD and King of every creature. 
 
 Gift of His tranjcendent Merit, 
 
 Soon came down the Promijed SPIRIT, 
 
 Fount of living Conjblation, 
 Fitting chofen men for teaching, 
 With new tongues and power of preaching 
 
 Truth and Love to every nation. 
 
 Ye Saints, with faithful fpirit jing 
 New fongs to your exalted King : 
 The jhades of night are melting fajl, 
 And morning light will come at lajl 
 
 Raije your joyous eyes 
 
 To the glowing Jkies ; 
 
 For He comes to blejs 
 
 With more than primal happinejs. 
 
 aDausIjter i& tieati, trouble not tlje 
 
 EAD is thy Daughter, trouble not the 
 
 Majler 
 
 Thus in the Ruler's ear his jervants 
 Jpake, 
 
tieatu 61 
 
 While tremblingly he urged the SAVIOUR fajler 
 Up the green Jlope from that white margined 
 Lake. 
 
 The Jbft wave weltered, and the breeze came Jighing 
 
 Out of the oleander thickets red ; 
 He only heard a breath that gajped in dying, 
 
 Or < Trouble not the Majter She is dead.' 
 
 Trouble Him not. Ah ! are theje words bejeeming 
 
 The dejblation of that awful day, 
 When love's vain fancies, hope's delujlve dreaming 
 
 Are over and the life has fled for aye ? 
 
 We need Him mojl when the dear eyes are clojmg, 
 When on the cheek the Jhadow lieth Jlrong, 
 
 When the Jbft lines are Jet in that repojlng 
 That never Mother cradled with a Jong. 
 
 Then mojl we need the gentle Human Feeling 
 That throbs with all our Jbrrows and our fears, 
 
 And that great Love Divine its light revealing 
 In Jhort bright flajhes through a mijl of tears. 
 
 Then mojl we need the Voice that while it weepeth 
 Yet hath a Jblemn undertone that Jaith 
 
 Weep not, thy darling is not dead, but Jleepeth ; 
 Only believe, for I have conquered death. 
 
 Then mojl we need the thoughts of Refurre&ion, 
 Not the life here, 'mid pain, and Jin, and woe, 
 
 But ever in the fulnejs of Perfection, 
 
 To walk with Him in robes as white as Jhow. 
 
62 f&ty aDaugftter (0 iieatu 
 
 When in our nurfery garden falls a blojjom, 
 And as we kijs the hand and fold the feet, 
 
 We cannot jee the lamb in Abraham's bojbm, 
 Nor hear the footfall in the golden Jlreet. 
 
 When all is jilent neither moan nor cheering, 
 The hujh of hope, the end of all our cares 
 
 All but that harp above, beyond our hearing, 
 Then mojl we need to trouble Him with prayers. 
 
 Did He not enter in when that cold Sleeper 
 Lay Jlill, with puljelefs heart and leaden eyes, 
 
 Put calmly forth each loud tumultuous weeper, 
 And take her by the hand and bid her rije ? 
 
 Come to us, SAVIOUR ! in our lone dejeSion, 
 Speak calmly to our wild and pajjlonate grief, 
 
 Bring us the hopes and thoughts of Rejurreftion, 
 Bring us the comfort of a true Belief. 
 
 Come! with that Human Voice that breaks in 
 
 weeping, 
 
 Come ! with that awful Tendernejs Divine, 
 Come ! tell us that they are not dead but Jleeping, 
 
 But gone before to Thee, for they are Thine. 
 
 
antr tlje 
 
 AMARIA proud and glorious, 
 
 Rival City of GOD, 
 Thou Jlandejl Jlill viSorious, 
 Free from the Syrian's rod. 
 
 The horje and rider charge in vain, 
 They hear a Phantom-Jhout ; 
 
 A mighty army on the plain 
 Flies, routed without rout. 
 
 The Spear-man fiercejl in ajfault 
 Flings fpear and Jhield away, 
 
 And flees, as one fears to halt, 
 The imaginary fray. 
 
 The Leper drinks from cups of gold, 
 And lies where princes laid ; 
 
 His loathfome fingers jewels hold 
 For dainty nobles made. 
 
 'Tis rout, and Jhame, and ruin all 
 With haughty Syria's men 
 
 There's plenty in the leaguered Hall, 
 Pale famine feajls again. 
 * * * 
 
 Jerufalem, the Righteous, 
 City of CHRIST and GOD, 
 
64 CJe >Ijatioto ant) rije feubttance. 
 
 Thou art in Heaven more glorious 
 Thou art the Saints' abode. 
 
 I ajk Thee, GOD, the life to live 
 
 Of holy Saints below ; 
 I ajk Thee, HOLY GHOST, to give 
 
 The power of faith to Jhow ; 
 
 I ajk Thee, CHRIST, on earth to fight 
 
 Againjl the Powers of air ; 
 I ajk Thee that in craven flight 
 
 No Child of Thine may jhare ; 
 
 I ajk Thee that no Phantom-voice 
 May jhake my trujl in Thee ; 
 
 I rather ajk the Champion's choice, 
 The Martyr's conjlancy. 
 
 Jerusalem, the Glorious, 
 
 Theje, theje jhall dwell and jhine, 
 O'er Jin and Jelf victorious, 
 
 True Citizens of thine. 
 
 Theje, rejling on Thy Bojbm, LORD, 
 
 The SPIRIT'S Jewels wear ; 
 In Faith and Love they took the Word, 
 
 And Faith and Love they are. 
 
feurgft Cfjn'ffug cum 
 
 An Eafler Sequence. 
 
 HRIST with mighty Triumph rijes ! 
 All the gates of Death Jiirprijes ! 
 From a Lamb a Lion Jirong : 
 Hell through all its depths is quaking; 
 Earth through all its graves is Jhaking ; 
 RaiJ*e on high the ViSor's Jong ! 
 
 Hail the LAMB ! adore Him greatly, 
 Who, upon the Crojs but lately 
 
 For His helplejs Sheep was Jlain ; 
 By His Death He brought Salvation, 
 To the lojl of every nation 
 
 Showed the Way of Life again. 
 
 He alone His PaJJion bearing, 
 None His mighty Grief was jharing 
 
 Save repentant Magdalene 
 Tell us Mary, 'mid thy weeping, 
 By the Crojs thy jlation keeping, 
 
 All the Woes that thou hajl Jeen 
 
 I beheld the LORD'S Anointed 
 Bear the Stripes to Jin appointed, 
 
 Lifted on His Crojs to die ; 
 Saw the LORD His Thorn-crown wearing, 
 Grojfejl infult meekly bearing, 
 
 Pale His Cheek, and Junk His Eye : 
 
66 feurgtt Cljritfug cam 
 
 Through His Hands the nails were driven, 
 By the Jpear His Side was riven, 
 
 Then He bowed His jacred Head, 
 And His Soul to GOD commended, 
 All His bitter PaJJion ended 
 
 Lo ! the LORD of Life was dead. 
 
 Tell us, Mary, all thy doing, 
 Still thy tajk of love purfuing, 
 
 When the SAVIOUR'S Soul was fled 
 By the martyred Mother keeping, 
 While I jbothed, I Jhared her weeping, 
 
 Till unto her home I led : 
 
 Then upon the hard earth falling, 
 Mourned I o'er that Scene appaling; 
 
 Mourned my SAVIOUR'S bitter Doom ; 
 Then the fragrant jpices blending, 
 Love's lajl precious care attending, 
 
 Hied me to the facred Tomb : 
 
 Search for my Beloved making, 
 
 Him for Whom my heart was breaking, 
 
 All my jearching proved in vain ; 
 Then my Soul was newly troubled, 
 All my grief and care was doubled, 
 
 And my tears burjl forth again. 
 
 Weep not, Mary, now unduly 
 CHRIST the LORD hath rijen truly, 
 Broke the Jeal and 'Jcaped the ward 
 
C&e cptrtjooti of c&tfft* 67 
 
 Words of comfort ye have J*poken ; 
 And indeed no Jingle token 
 Saw I of the Rijen LORD : 
 
 Shining Angels told the jlory 
 Here is not the LORD of Glory, 
 
 He is rijen, as He jaid ; 
 See unwound each linen Cerement 
 And yon token of endearment 
 
 Which enwrapped His jacred Head. 
 
 Yea, indeed, the LORD is rijen ! 
 Burjting from His narrow Prijbn ; 
 
 Hope in Him, ye Sons of men ! 
 Rijen SAVIOUR, leave us never, 
 Show us Love and Pity ever ; 
 
 Alleluia ! LORD, Amen. 
 
 C&e cptrtjooti of Cljrift 
 
 ilHAT earth appeared to Angel eyes 
 That Sabbath morn in Paradije, 
 When man before his FATHER 
 
 Jlood, 
 And GOD beheld that all was good 
 
 When Nature, guiltlejs yet of Jlain, 
 Returned her Maker's jrnile again, 
 And over all created things 
 Lingered the SPIRIT'S brooding Wings 
 
68 Cfje Cfultrfjoofc of Cljrift 
 
 So fair, Jo frejh, jb free from taint, 
 Beyond all mortal Jkill to paint, 
 So calm in growing Strength ferene, 
 The Holy Childhood mujl have been 
 
 A Garden fed with Heavenly Dew, 
 Where all things lovely bloomed and grew, 
 Where Knowledge both of good and ill 
 But left the heart more holy Jlill. 
 
 But vainly would we feek to raife 
 The veil that Jhrouds CHRIST'S early Days, 
 Each wondrous AS, each Word fublime 
 That beautified that glorious Prime. 
 
 A few brief lines of Sacred Writ 
 Contain the whole we know of it ; 
 And there the eye of faith may fee 
 The lowly Home in Galilee, 
 
 Where daily in His Mother's fight 
 He grew in Wifdom and in Might ; 
 The path of meek Obedience trod, 
 In favour both with man and GOD. 
 
 He grew in Wifdom ! who can weigh 
 The meaning which thofe Words convey ; 
 Or trace the deep myjlerious line 
 Between the Human and Divine ? 
 
 We only know the daily growth 
 Was that of Mind and Body both, 
 
of C&ritt* 6 9 
 
 Until the Perfeft Childhood pajjed 
 Into the Perfecl MAN at lajt. 
 
 Yet one recorded fcene alone 
 
 A Glory o'er thofe years hath thrown, 
 
 Revealing to His Mother's Soul 
 
 A Realm beyond her Love's control : 
 
 Teaching both her, who meekly heard 
 And treajured every jacred Word, 
 And all His Church, from age to age 
 Who read them in the Gojpel page, 
 
 That far above all earthly claim 
 
 WAS that great Work for which He came, 
 
 As far beyond all earthly tie, 
 
 The Sonjhip of His DEITY. 
 
 And if to thofe who love Him mojl, 
 His Prejence for awhile be lojl, 
 And on Life's crowded road they find 
 That they have left their LORD behind, 
 
 Let them each erring Jlep retrace, 
 And Jeek Him through His Means of Grace, 
 Who, in His FATHER'S Houfe of Prayer, 
 Still doth His Work of Mercy there. 
 
I NCE, amid the wondrous Story of tho/e 
 
 thirty years and three, 
 When the GODHEAD'S veiled Glory 
 
 Jhone through our humanity, 
 Burjl a Jimligh t tranjitory o' er that Jbrro w-darkened 
 fea. 
 
 'Twas within the Holy City, briefejl fpace ere 
 
 He deceajed, 
 In His world-atoning pity Pajchal Sacrifice and 
 
 Priejl, 
 Chaunting pjalm and folemn ditty, came the 
 
 people to the Feajl. 
 
 Branch of palm before Him flinging, marched the 
 
 multitude along, 
 Little children with their Jinging joined the unpre- 
 
 Jumptuous throng, 
 Joyous Jubilates ringing filled Jerusalem with Jong. 
 
 Then it was from thoje far IJlands dear to Jlory 
 
 and to fame, 
 From the clajjic vales and highlands dowered with 
 
 a deathlejs name, 
 Breaking late the world's cold Jilence, Strangers 
 
 with their quejlion came. 
 
 We would fee Him ! Him Whoje Finger /tills 
 the jlorm upon the wave, 
 
toouia fee 3|eru&, 71 
 
 Him for Whom the thoufands linger, health and 
 
 benijbn to crave, 
 Him the glorious Godlike Bringer of corruption 
 
 from the Grave. 
 
 Oh ! then, for that bitter weeping o'er His own 
 
 dear Nation's doom, 
 Came a Jmile of gladnefs creeping like a Junbeam 
 
 on the gloom, 
 Like a radiant Angel keeping vigil o'er a dreary 
 
 tomb. 
 
 For, beyond the darkening vijion of that lordly 
 Temple's fall, 
 
 Of the Jlern day of decijion, and the Roman battle- 
 call, 
 
 Rofe a gleam of Light elyjian, of a Day that 
 dawned for all : 
 
 When from Sinim and from Thule, from the 
 
 Ijlands of the Sea, 
 With their Sacrifices duly, with their gold and 
 
 jllver free, 
 Owning His Allegiance truly, Princes to His 
 
 Houje Jhould flee. 
 
 And His Soul, through myriad ages, through the 
 
 travail of the years, 
 Solved the riddle of the Sages, heard the mufic of 
 
 the jpheres, 
 In the glad advancing jlages of a world that knows 
 
 no tears. 
 
72 Wit toDttto fee 
 
 He, Who, with His SIRE Coeval, looked on Earth 
 
 as firjl it Jlood, 
 Saw return the hours primeval, Jaw the Univerfe 
 
 renewed 
 By the taming of the Evil, and the triumph of the 
 
 Good : 
 
 -. 
 
 Earth's great murmur hujhed for ever; all the 
 
 Jlrife, and all the pain, 
 All the fruitless wild endeavour for unsatisfying 
 
 gain 
 Swallowed up in Joy's broad river, jwelling to a 
 
 boundlefs main. 
 
 But a Shadow dark and fearful ere that Light 
 
 before Him lay, 
 Of an Agony all tearful, and a dark untrodden 
 
 Way 
 With no friendly voices cheerful, brightened by no 
 
 Heavenly Ray. 
 
 And His Human Soul was troubled, like the 
 
 troubling of the deep, 
 When the gale, with force redoubled, lajhes in a 
 
 judden Jweep 
 Wifps of foam that danced and bubbled, to a wild 
 
 and angry leap. 
 
 And, could the Unchanging waver, jeemed it as 
 
 the Fiend had power, 
 Working aye in our disfavour, man's bright Hope 
 
 to overlower, 
 
fait!). 73 
 
 Should He Jay, the world's Sole SAVER 
 FATHER ! Jave Me from this hour ? 
 
 But, while lijlening Angels wonder, weeping o'er 
 
 earth's Jinful frame, 
 Though His Heart be rent a/under, Jlands GOD'S 
 
 Purpoje without blame 
 Hark ! amid the anjwering thunder FATHER ! 
 
 glorify Thy Name. 
 
 Be it jb! Who Juffers for us, anjwer to His 
 
 Prayer be given ! 
 
 By the universal chorus let the firmament be riven, 
 While the ages travel o'er us, glorified with Him 
 
 in Heaven. 
 
 fait!)* 
 
 AITH is the dawning of Day 
 
 Where darknejs was before, 
 The rijlng of a folar ray 
 To Jet in night no more. 
 
 Faith lights an Eye within the Soul 
 From earth to Heaven that turns, 
 
 And there, where wheels of Glory roll, 
 Admires, adores, and burns. 
 
 Faith plants an Ear that hears the Hymn 
 
 Of everlajling praije, 
 Which fainted Souls and Seraphim 
 
 In Alleluias raije. 
 
74 f aft!). 
 
 Faith yields a Senje of life and love 
 
 Upborne on wings of prayer, 
 Swift as an eagle or a dove 
 
 That cleaves the liquid air. 
 
 Faith gives a Hand, that holds the heart 
 
 Within the myjlic veil, 
 Fajl by that Friend who will not part 
 
 From thoje who will not fail. 
 
 Faith feeds that Fire whoje holy flame 
 
 Illuminates my road, 
 With all the Glories of His Name, 
 
 Who deigns to be my GOD. 
 
 Faith fans each phajis of the fight 
 Which Jin and Jelf dejlroys 
 
 CHRIST changing weaknejs into Might, 
 And Jbrrows into Joys. 
 
 Faith leads me onward to the Crojs, 
 
 And through it to a Crown, 
 When purified from all the drofs 
 
 That weighs the Spirit down. 
 
 Faith lifts the Glajs which Jhows Jo well, 
 
 In lines of weal and woe, 
 Thofe twofold worlds of Heaven and Hell, 
 
 Above me, and below. 
 
 Faith is the Subjlance of my Hope, 
 The Evidence of things 
 
7S 
 
 Where Angels fathom not the Jcope, 
 But Jhade it with their wings. 
 
 Faith is the Prop on which we lean 
 
 In darknejs or dijlrejs, 
 Far oftener felt and known, than Jeen 
 
 Throughout this wildernejs. 
 
 Faith opens amidjl wajtes of Jand 
 
 A Fountain frejh and fair, 
 Whoje Waters, rijing at Command, 
 
 Annihilate dejpair. 
 
 Faith is a Compajs never wrong, 
 Nor Jwerving from its Pole ; 
 
 It cheers the weak, direSs the Jlrong, 
 And gladdens every Soul. 
 
 Faith is the Charm that keeps our Jight 
 From wandering by the way ; 
 
 It Jluds with Jlars the brow of night, 
 Or turns it into day. 
 
 Faith is the Tali/man of Power 
 
 No force can ever break, 
 No beajls of prey can e'er devour, 
 
 Nor Jbrcery ever Jhake. 
 
 Faith is the Gem without a flaw 
 
 Derived alone from GOD, 
 The Ranfom of His broken Law, 
 
 Bought with and bathed in Blood. 
 
7 6 3In 
 
 Faith is the Iris arching Heaven, 
 Though gathering clouds are round, 
 
 The Token glad of guilt forgiven, 
 Of bondage thus unbound. 
 
 Faith takes her Balances of gold, 
 And weighs with Jkill Jublime 
 
 Eternal Happinejs untold, 
 Again/I the dream of time. 
 
 LORD, increaje this Grace in me 
 That with each fleeting breath 
 
 1 more and more may know of Thee, 
 
 And hail the hand of Death. 
 
 So Faith Jhall in Fruition end 
 
 And Grace in Glory ceafe, 
 Where Praije her powers can never fpend 
 
 Nor aught dijlurb their peace. 
 
 gout^ g tuetu 
 
 Youth I died, in Maiden bloom ; 
 With gentle hand Death touched my 
 
 cheek, 
 
 And with his touch there came to me 
 A Spirit calm and meek. 
 
 He took from me all wijh to jlay ; 
 He was Jo kind, I feared him not ; 
 
31 afetu 77 
 
 My Friends beheld my jlow decline, 
 And mourned my joylefs lot. 
 
 They jaw but Jbrrow ; I dejcried 
 The Blijs that never fades away : 
 They felt the Jhadow of the tomb ; 
 I marked the Heavenly Day. 
 
 I heard them Job, as through the night 
 They kept their watch : then on my ear, 
 Amid the Jobbing, fell a Voice 
 
 Their anguijh could not hear. 
 
 Come ! and fear not ! It Jbftly cried 
 We wait to lead thee to thy Home. 
 Then leaped my Spirit to reply 
 I come ! I long to come ! 
 
 I heard them whifper o'er my bed 
 Another hour, and Jhe mujl die ! 
 I was too weak to anjwer them 
 That endlejs Life was nigh. 
 
 Another hour, with bitter tears 
 They mourned me as untimely dead, 
 And heard not how I fang a Song 
 Of Triumph o'er their head. 
 
 They bore me to the Grave, and thought 
 How narrow was my rejling-place ; 
 My Soul was roving high and wide 
 At will through boundlejs Jpace. 
 
78 
 
 They clothed themfelves in robes of black ; 
 Through the fad Aijle the Requiem rang ; 
 Meanwhile the white-robed Choirs of Heaven 
 A holy Paean fang. 
 
 Oft from my Paradife I come 
 To vifit thofe I love on earth ; 
 I enter, unperceived, the door ; 
 They Jit around the hearth, 
 
 And talk in faddened tone of me, 
 As one that never can return ; 
 How little think they that I Jland 
 Among them as they mourn ! 
 
 But Time will eafe their grief, and Death 
 Will purge the darknefs from their eyes ; 
 Then fhall they triumph, when they learn 
 Heaven's folemn Myjleries. 
 
 The Armour of Chrift. 
 
 LAD in the Panoply of Heaven 
 
 What need I fear of Satan's power, 
 His cruel darts againjl me driven, 
 Or artful wiles in evil hour ? 
 
 If CHRIST have given me fuch array 
 To fave my Soul from hellifh fpite, 
 
79 
 
 Why Jhould I dread to wend my way, 
 Or fear to wage the holy fight ? 
 
 For when with Truth my loins are girt, 
 And Virtue's plate is on my breajl, 
 
 No falfehood can my Spirit hurt, 
 No vice within my bojbm rejl. 
 
 And if my feet be always jhod 
 
 With the defence of Gojpel Peace, 
 
 No rugged path, that mujl be trod, 
 Shall caufe my zeal and love to ceafe. 
 
 And while I hold the Jhield of Faith 
 To guard me from the wicked Foe, 
 
 I am ajfured, nor harm, nor Jcath, 
 Can come to work me lajling woe. 
 
 And when Salvation's helm is mine 
 To cheer me with a blejjed Hope, 
 
 Why Jhould my courage e'er decline, 
 Or fear with evil powers to cope ? 
 
 The SPIRIT'S Sword is by my Jide, 
 The Word of GOD, pure, undefiled ; 
 
 Thus pride and error are defied, 
 Though I am but a foolijh Child. 
 
 
 Prayer, aljb, is a weapon Jure 
 
 Whereby temptation to withjland, 
 
 All Heavenly Graces to Jecure 
 
 From my Redeemer's willing Hand. 
 
8o 
 
 And gives He not in very deed 
 
 HIMSELF, His Sacrament of Love, 
 
 With more than Angels' Food to feed 
 My ranfomed Soul, from Heaven above ? 
 
 Then Jhall I not Jujlain the fight, 
 
 E'en though it be prolonged and fore ; 
 
 And Jhall not I be clothed with Might 
 To wear the Crown, when all is o'er ? 
 
 Hereafter, 
 
 ' OW feebly we adore Thee now ; 
 
 How lamely pay each holy vow ; 
 Our Faith how weak, our eyes how dim, 
 How languid every laud and hymn ! 
 When at Thy Altar, LORD, we kneel, 
 Thy Prejence Jcarce our hearts can feel ; 
 Not even thoje on earth who knew 
 Thy Form, Thy bejl-beloved, could view 
 On Tabor's Jblitary height 
 One glimpje of Thy Eternal Light : 
 They fell, o'erpowered with Jight and jbund, 
 Amazed and jenjelejs to the ground. 
 
 But they who reach the Realms of Joy, 
 Where Jin our blijs can ne'er alloy, 
 Shall look upon their Monarch's Face 
 Within His very Dwelling-place : 
 
fetanjag. 81 
 
 Shall all His Beauty Jee and know, 
 Enraptured gaze nor only Jo 
 But His effulgent Robe Jhall wear, 
 And, one with Him, His Glory Jhare. 
 Tranfcendent thought ! that mortal men 
 The fecret things of Heaven may ken ; 
 And GOD the LORD for evermore 
 With undivided Love adore ! 
 
 The Redeemer. 
 
 HAT, left my LORD the Realms of Light, 
 
 His glorious Throne, for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, CHRIST in love forjbok His FATHER'S 
 Houje for thee ! 
 
 And was He clothed in mortal Flejh, in human 
 
 Form for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, JESUS once became a little BABE for 
 
 thee ! 
 
 And did He fajl, and fainting pray, affliS His 
 
 Soul for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, CHRIST the LORD endured life's 
 
 bitterejl pangs for thee ! 
 
 And was He Jcorned, and Jcourged, and mocked, 
 
 and buffeted for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, JESUS oft-time bore mojl cruel taunts 
 
 for thee ! 
 
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82 
 
 Say, did He groan, and bleed, and die, upon the 
 
 Crojs for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, He with joy poured forth His 
 
 precious Blood for thee ! 
 
 And went He to the Realms of Hell to vanquijh 
 
 Death for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, and on Eajler-morn CHRIST roje 
 
 again for thee ! 
 
 And is He gone to GOD'S Right Hand to intercede 
 
 for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, with His FATHER now, in Heaven 
 
 He pleads for thee ! 
 
 Then, there is hope of Life, and Peace, and Pardon, 
 
 e'en for me ? 
 Yes, Sinner, if thou go to CHRIST, Himjelf will 
 
 give them thee ! 
 
 With JESUS may I refuge take, to Him for Juccour 
 
 flee? 
 Hajle, Sinner, JESUS gladly hails, and Angels 
 
 welcome thee ! 
 
 Then, LORD, let me, a Sinner, come with contrite 
 
 heart to Thee ; 
 Forgive, O gracioujly forgive : in Mercy look on me ! 
 
 O fend Thy HOLY SPIRIT down, with Love to 
 
 quicken me ; 
 That Jo, for evermore, I may devote my life to 
 
 Thee! 
 
HAT wouldjl thou have, O Soul, 
 
 Thou weary Soul ? 
 Lo ! I have fought for Rejl 
 On the Earth's heaving breajl, 
 
 From pole to pole. 
 Sleep I have been with her, 
 
 But Jhe gave dreams ; 
 Death nay, the rejl he gives 
 
 Rejl only Jeems. 
 Fair Nature knows it not 
 
 The grajs is growing ; 
 The blue air knows it not 
 
 The winds are blowing : 
 Not in the changing Jky, 
 
 The Jlormy Jea 
 Yet Jbmewhere in GOD'S wide World 
 
 Rejl there mujl be. 
 Within thy SAVIOUR'S Heart 
 
 Place all thy care, 
 And learn, O weary Soul, 
 
 Thy Rejl is there. 
 
 What wouldjl thou, trembling Soul ? 
 
 Strength for the jlrife 
 Strength for this fiery war 
 
 That we call Life, 
 
84 <3Tlje feacteti Ifteart. 
 
 Fears gather thickly round ; 
 
 Shadowy foes, 
 Like unto armed men, 
 
 Around me cloje. 
 What am I, frail and poor, 
 
 When griefs arije ? 
 No help from the weak earth, 
 
 Or the cold Jkies. 
 Lo ! I can find no guards, 
 
 No weapons borrow, 
 Shrinking, alone I Jtand 
 
 With mighty jbrrow. 
 Courage, thou trembling Soul, 
 
 Grief thou mujl bear, 
 Yet thou canjl find a Strength 
 
 Will match defpair : 
 Within thy SAVIOUR'S Heart 
 
 Seek for it there. 
 
 What wouldjl thou have, jad Soul, 
 
 OppreJJed with grief? 
 Comfort, I Jeek in vain, 
 
 Nor find relief. 
 Nature, all pitilefs, 
 
 Smiles on my pain ; 
 I ajk my fellow-men, 
 
 They give difdain : 
 I ajked the babbling jlreams, 
 
 But they flowed on ; 
 \ I ajked the wife and good, 
 
 But they gave none. 
 
Wjt >acceti ^earr* 85 
 
 Though I have ajked the jlars, 
 
 Coldly they Jhine, 
 They are too bright to know 
 
 Grief Juch as mine. 
 I ajked for Comfort Jlill, 
 
 And I found tears, 
 And I have fought in vain 
 
 Long, weary years. 
 Lijlen, thou mournful Soul, 
 
 Thy pain Jhall ceaje ; 
 Deep in His Sacred Heart, 
 
 Dwells Joy and Peace. 
 
 Yes, in that Heart Divine, 
 
 The Angels bright 
 Find, through eternal years, 
 
 Still new delight. 
 From thence his conjlancy 
 
 The Martyr drew, 
 And there the Virgin band 
 
 Their refuge knew. 
 There, racked by pain without, 
 
 And dread within, 
 How many Souls have found 
 
 Heaven's Blifs begin. 
 Then leave thy vain attempts 
 
 To Jeek for Peace ; 
 The world can never give 
 
 One Soul releafe : 
 But in thy SAVIOUR'S Heart 
 
 Securely dwell, 
 
86 g>anctae >on atifunt (Encaenia* 
 
 No pain can harm thee, hid 
 
 In that fweet Cell. 
 Then fly, O coward Soul, 
 
 Delay no more, 
 What words can fpeak the Joy 
 
 For thee in Jlore ? 
 What fmiles of earth can tell 
 
 Of Peace like thine ? 
 Silence and tears are bejl 
 
 For Things Divine. 
 
 feanctae fepon aDfunt Cncaenia. 
 
 A Sequence for tbe Dedication of a Cburcb. 
 
 LAD Zion's halls are founding 
 
 With Jong and fejlal lay, 
 And with bridal Joy abounding 
 The Church is Bride to-day ! 
 
 In robes of Grace excelling 
 The glorious Bride is clad, 
 
 And the organ notes are jwelling 
 In anthems loud and glad. 
 
 Like rain and dew descending 
 Is the FATHER'S Heavenly ruth ; 
 
 In a bridal BlejQing blending 
 Are His Mercy and His Truth. 
 
 
>anctae >pon atifunt (Encaenia, 87 
 
 Comes, all His Love revealing, 
 The Bridegroom, Mary's SON ; 
 
 Brings all the Grace of Healing 
 Which He for earth has won, 
 
 Brings a glorious Bridal-dower 
 
 For the Church which He has wed, 
 
 In the Grace of fevenfold Power 
 From His HOLY SPIRIT Jhed. 
 
 With Myjteries life giving 
 
 The Pajchal Feajl is rife, 
 Where the LAMB for ever living 
 
 Is Hirnfelf the Bread of Life. 
 
 And to the LAMB'S great Wedding 
 His SIRE, the Heavenly King, 
 
 His chojen Saints is bidding 
 With a gracious welcoming. 
 
 Comes Abel, witnejs bearing 
 
 How innocence is blejl ; 
 Comes Noah, Jlern declaring 
 
 How Jujlice is exprejl. 
 
 In myjlery confejQiing 
 
 The great eternal Priejl, 
 Melchijedec his Blejfmg, 
 
 Gives ever to the Feajl. 
 
 And Abraham the proven, 
 Has brought his faith Jincere, 
 
88 Eapgf of Ancient 
 
 With Ifrael the loving, 
 And trujlful IJaac here. 
 
 And Mojes old and hoary, 
 
 With light his forehead rayed ; 
 
 And Jojhua in his glory, 
 
 Whoje word the Sun obeyed. 
 
 And ardent David Jmiting 
 
 In his youth the giant foe, 
 On his kingly throne delighting 
 
 In the Pjalms prophetic flow. 
 
 And the Law and Prophets greeting 
 
 In union clofe rejoice ; 
 While their jlrength and power completing 
 
 Comes the Gojpel's glorious voice. 
 
 And over earth and Heaven 
 
 Great peace and Jlillnejs fall, 
 With the FATHER'S Fulnejs given, 
 
 And GOD is All in all. 
 
 of Ancient 
 
 Miriam. 
 
 ]H, for that day, that day of blifs en- 
 trancing, 
 When Ijrael Jlood, her night of 
 
 bondage o'er, 
 -And leaped in heart to Jee no more advancing 
 
of Slntitnt paleffme* 89 
 
 Egypt's dark hojt along the dejert Jhore ; 
 ap or Jcarce a ripple now proclaimed where lay 
 feLThe boajling Pharaoh and his fierce array. 
 
 [Miriam ! Jhe Jilent Jlood, that Jight beholding, 
 And bowed with jacred awe her wondering head ; 
 
 "frill, lo ! no more their hideous fpoils withholding, 
 The Depths, indignant, jpurned their buried 
 dead; 
 
 And all along that jad and vengeful coajl 
 
 rale corpjes lay a monumental hojl. 
 
 Miriam ! Jhe J*aw ; then all to life awaking 
 "Sing to the LORD" with a great voice Jhe cried; 
 
 [M Sing to the LORD" their many timbrels Jhaking, 
 Ten thoujand ranjbmed hearts and tongues 
 replied ; 
 
 (While, leading on the dance in triumph long, 
 
 [Thus the great Prophetejs broke forth in Jong 
 
 " Oh, Jmg to the LORD, 
 
 Sing His Triumph right glorious ; 
 O'er horfe and o'er rider, 
 
 Sing His right Arm victorious ; 
 Pharaoh's horjemen and chariots 
 
 And captains Jo brave, 
 The LORD hath thrown down 
 
 In the bottomlejs wave. 
 
 " Man of War is the LORD, 
 And JEHOVAH His Name ; 
 
Hapg of Ancient 
 
 We trufled His Pillar 
 Of Cloud and of Flame. 
 
 Proud boajlers, ye followed, 
 But where are ye gone ? 
 
 Down, down in the waters, 
 Ye jank like a Jlone. 
 
 " O LORD, Thou didjl blow 
 
 With Thy Nojlrils a blajl, 
 And upheaved the huge billows 
 
 Like mountains Jlood fajl. 
 Egypt Jhuddered with wonder, 
 
 That pathway to jee 
 Thoje depths all congealed 
 
 In the heart of the Jea. 
 
 " ' I too will march onward, 
 
 (The Enemy cried) 
 I jhall jbon overtake ; 
 
 I the Jpoil will divide, 
 I will kill' O my GOD ! 
 
 The depths fell at Thy Breath, 
 And like lead they went down 
 
 In thoje waters of death. 
 
 " But o'er us the Jbft wings 
 Of Thy Mercy outfpread 
 
 To Thy own chojen Dwelling 
 Our feet Thou hajl led. 
 
 Palejtrina, affrighted, 
 The tidings Jhall hear, 
 
of Ancient $aleffme. 9 1 
 
 And your hearts, O ye Nations, 
 Shall wither with fear. 
 
 " Thus brought in with triumph, 
 
 Safe planted and blejl, 
 On Thy own holy Mountain 
 
 Thy People Jhall rejt. 
 Shout ! Pharaoh is fallen 
 
 To rife again never. 
 Sing ! the LORD, He Jhall reign 
 
 For ever and ever." 
 
 Gibeon. 
 
 H ! there were banners proudly dancing 
 
 Round old Gibeon' s royal walls ; 
 Oh ! there were war-Jleeds furious prancing 
 
 To the battle-trump which calls. 
 On they come, five Kings in number, 
 
 Oh, how Jlern their long array : 
 Up ! brave hearts, nor dare to /lumber, 
 Life and death are on this day. 
 
 Men of Gibeon ! like a river 
 
 Hebron rujhes from afar ; 
 Jarmuth fee ! with bow and quiver, 
 
 How he heads the burjling war : 
 Lachijh fhouts with fcornful gladnefs ; 
 
 Eglon ! who his waves Jhall Jlem ? 
 Many a mother faints with fadnefs 
 
 At thy cry, Jerufalem ! 
 
92 Jityg of ancient 
 
 Onward ! onward ! buckler clajhes, 
 
 Lances Jhiver, helmet rings ; 
 On ! the roll of carnage dajhes 
 
 Iron hearts are needful things. 
 Earth and air, with ghajtly wonder, 
 
 Start to eye that dreadful fight ; 
 While each crajh of martial thunder 
 
 Shakes the crimjbn field of fight. 
 
 Hark ! and tell me, heard ye Jlealing 
 
 Footjleps through the dead of night ? 
 Saw ye tread, their path concealing, 
 
 IJrael's chojen men of might? 
 Canaan's Jons ! no peace betiding, 
 
 Moans that Jullen night-wind's breath ; 
 For upon its black wings riding, 
 
 Lo ! the Angel comes of death. 
 
 Thou, Bethoron ! tell the Jtory, 
 
 How they died that banded hojt ; 
 Bannered pomp and kingly glory, 
 
 Where is now your jwelling boajl ? 
 Speak, Azekah ! Jay how o'er them 
 
 Heaven its giant hailjlones threw ; 
 GOD, their Foe, above before them ; 
 
 IJrael's hojl behind purjue. 
 
 Conquerors ! on ; but, fajl declining, 
 See ! the day is almojl gone 
 
 " Sun ! Jland Jlill, on Gibeon Jhining : 
 Stop, thou Moon ! o'er Ajalon." 
 
of Ancient ^aleffme* 93 
 
 Wondrous Jight ! by Mortal J*poken, 
 Sun and Moon obeyed that word, 
 
 Till, the lajl proud foeman broken, 
 Jojhua triumphed and the LORD. 
 
 Gibeon's Javed ! ye Saints that languijh, 
 
 Crouched in Jackcloth and in dujl, 
 Rije ! 'tis pajl, your hour of anguijh 
 
 Perfecl Peace awaits the Jufl ; 
 You have jbwn in night of jbrrow, 
 
 Reap in joy your promijed crown ; 
 Happy, glorious, endlejs morrow, 
 
 Sun and Moon that ne'er go down* 
 
 Deborah. 
 
 AKE, Deborah ! wake ; and thou, Barak! 
 
 arife, 
 
 And Jwell the proud chorus which gladdens the Jkies : 
 Attend, O ye Kings, and ye Princes, give ear 
 I, Deborah, fpeak, but JEHOVAH is near. 
 
 O LORD, it was Thou with Thy People didjl ride, 
 When they conquering burjl from rough Edom's 
 
 dark Jide, 
 
 The huge Mountains Jlaggered along on Thy Way, 
 While the hearts of the Nations all melted away. 
 
 Butforfaken by Thee, then howtriumphed ourfoes, 
 Till I, Mother in IJrael, Deborah, roje ; 
 
94 %a? of ancient 
 
 How Jilent our valleys, how wajled our plains, 
 While we fat down in fackcloth, and wept o'er 
 our chains. 
 
 Speak, Deborah ! Jpeak ; and thou, Barak ! oh, 
 
 fay, 
 
 How captivity captive was led on that day ; 
 All honour to you who, infpired by our breath, 
 So bravely did jeopard your lives to the death. 
 
 But curfe ye the cowards, who, trembling with fear, 
 Refolved not the fummons of refcue to hear ; 
 Yes, bitterly curfe them, who mocked at the word 
 'Gainjl the mighty, oh, come ! to the help of tht 
 LORD. 
 
 Oh, that was a triumph, a glorious fight, 
 When ye came, O ye Kings ! to Megiddo to fight ; 
 Ah, Sifera ! well may your chariots be nought, 
 When againjl you the Jlars in their bright courfes 
 fought. 
 
 Then tell me, O Kijhon, then tell me, oh, whithe 
 Hajl thou fwept all their glory, thou deep-flowing 
 
 river ? 
 
 Where has vanifhed fo fwiftly their boajlful array? 
 O my Soul ! down what Jlrength hajl thou trodden 
 
 this day. 
 
 By the window Jhe fat of her watch tower fo high- 
 It was Sifera's Mother : Jhe looked at the Jky 
 " Why tarries his chariot fo long on the way ? 
 Why thus, O my conquering Son ! dojl thoujlay ?" 
 
m (Bcemfo* 95 
 
 Her wife Ladies anfwered " The fpoil to divide, 
 The glad warriors rejl on the Jteep mountain' sjide ; 
 They come" Dreamers, hujh ! Jhall I tell you 
 
 the tale, 
 How your Sijera died by the Jharp-piercing nail ? 
 
 Thus perijh, confumed, at the flajh of Thy Sword, 
 The madmen who challenge Thy Honour, O LORD ! 
 But they who love Thee,onjlrong pinions unfurled, 
 Like Juns [hall mount upward, and tread on the 
 world. 
 
 'iS m (Buemfcu 
 
 A Sequence on the Incarnation. 
 
 HEN of His Grace the SON of GOD 
 
 the SON of Man would be 
 Then was a Bridal, GOD theSpouje, 
 
 the Bride Humanity; 
 Our nature was not lojl in Him, nor He defiled 
 
 by clay, 
 
 So let all earth meet joyfully and keep the Bridal- 
 day. 
 
 O blejfed end of enmity ! O Peace which Angels 
 
 tell! 
 OfaireJlfairEjpoujals! GOD with us, EMMANUEL ! 
 
9 6 aHfrfffnte in (Bremfo* 
 
 Thisjs the Dew on Gideon's Fleece, the Earth 
 
 in opening Spring, 
 This^is our Aaron's Almond-rod to Glory bloj"- 
 
 foming. 
 
 Oh, once the Prophets fpake of Him, and in the 
 
 Fathers' day 
 The eyes which He had opened jaw a Gladnejs 
 
 far away ; 
 But now their Voice is only love; He Whom 
 
 they jaw is nigh, 
 And dawns, a Sun of SinleJJhejs, clear o'er the 
 
 darkening Jky. 
 
 Then by a mortal Mother's Arms Immenjity was 
 
 jpanned, 
 Then was Humility mojl meek enthroned at GOD'S 
 
 Right Hand, 
 Then GOD was manifejl in Flejh, the Life woulc 
 
 mortal be, 
 And Jinners recompenfed with hate DivineJ 
 
 Charity. 
 
 There is a wondrous Story, of dim Tradition born 
 There went a Virgin beautiful to jhare the 
 
 Unicorn ; 
 She came upon his lair oh then he laid his 
 
 fiercenejs by, 
 And leaned for Jlumber at Her Breajt, the am 
 
 bujh lurking nigh ; 
 
anti &ntitj?pe* 97 
 
 There is a Truth more wondrous yet ; GOD'S 
 
 Wrath was waxing fell 
 When in the Pearl of Maidenhood He came as 
 
 MAN to dwell ; 
 Thither He came and thence He went even foes 
 
 to Jeek and fave, 
 Till through the Flejh He took of her the Nails 
 
 of Death they drave. 
 
 So let us meet and kindle each in other Love's 
 
 pure flame, 
 And Jend our lowly ' not to us' there whence 
 
 the Merit came ; 
 GOD breathed on earth His quickening Breath, 
 
 then fell the SPIRIT'S Shower, 
 And lo ! in Mary's Garden fprang Salvation's 
 
 votive Flower. 
 
 OF THE 
 
 . 
 
 OF 
 
 
 The Tree of Life. 
 
 |HE Tree of Life in Eden Jtood, 
 With myjlic Fruits of Heavenly Food, 
 
 Which endlefs Life afford : 
 That Life by man's tranjgrejjlon lojl, 
 Cajl out is man by Angel-hojl 
 Until by MAN rejlored. 
 H 
 
98 'QTppe and 
 
 In vain the Lambs poured forth their blood, 
 In vain the Jmoking Altars Jlood, 
 
 All unatoned was Jin : 
 Mujl greater be the Sacrifice, 
 Before the Gate of Paradije 
 
 Can let the fallen in. 
 
 The LORD of Life His Life mujl give, 
 That man an endlejs Life may live, 
 
 And Death's dark doom reverje. 
 The Crojs is made the myjlic Tree, 
 The Blood that flowed on Calvary 
 
 Hath wajhed away the curfe. 
 
 Now Eden's Gate is oped once more, 
 The guarding Angel's watch is o'er, 
 
 And Jheathed the flaming Jword : 
 The Tree of Life now blooms afrejh, 
 Its precious Fruit the very Flejh 
 
 Of the Incarnate WORD. 
 
 Cain and Abel. 
 
 WO Brothers each an Offering made, 
 
 Two offerings on two Altars laid, 
 Two differing hearts were there : 
 In one was faith and hope and love, 
 The other anger, malice move 
 To murder and dejpair. 
 
<3Cj?pe antr antitype. 99 
 
 The bloodlefs Offering lies in vain, 
 The GOD mojl Highejl will not deign 
 
 To blejs juch Sacrifice i 
 But foon that Offering's jlained and red 
 With Brother's blood by Brother Jhed, 
 
 Which loud for vengeance cries. 
 
 Again two Priejls jland Face to face, 
 Two Brethren of one common race 
 
 Within the Temple walls : 
 Again a BROTHER'S Blood is poured 
 An awful Offering to the LORD, 
 
 But which for Mercy calls. 
 
 Upon our Altars now there lies 
 A bloodlefs, endlejs Sacrifice, 
 
 Earth's fruits of Bread and Wine : 
 Our BROTHER brings His Blood to blefs 
 And Confecrate by Righteoufnefs 
 
 An Offering now Divine. 
 
 Abram and Melchizedek. 
 
 ; HEN conquering Abram Salem Jbught, 
 To GOD'S High Priejl his tithes he brought, 
 
 His thankfulnejs to mark : 
 Melchizedek an Offering made 
 Of Bread and Wine on Altar laid, 
 
 And blejQfed the Patriarch. 
 
ioo ^Te auto 
 
 A ViSory nobler far we gain, 
 A nobler Sacrifice is Jlain, 
 
 A better Bkfling Jhed : 
 Our great High Priejl in Heaven Jlands, 
 Who gives Himjelf with His own Hands, 
 
 In myjlic Wine and Bread. 
 
 The Manna and the Rock. 
 
 JOR forty years was IJrael fed 
 With daily Manna, Angel's Bread ; 
 
 The Rock with Water flows : 
 That Water flowed, that Manna fell 
 Like dew on favoured IJrael, 
 
 Who like a lily grows. 
 
 CHRIST'S Flejh is now the Living Bread, 
 His riven Side the Rock which Jhed 
 
 The Water and the Blood : 
 From Him the Church her life renews, 
 His Gracious Blood her Soul bedews 
 
 With ever-Jlreaming flood. 
 
 The Pajfover and the Eucharift. 
 
 N anxious hajle at GOD'S Command 
 
 All IJrael' s hojl prepare and Jland 
 To take its ordered flight : 
 With bitter herbs, unleavened bread, 
 And roajled Lamb the Feajl is Jpread, 
 That memorable night. 
 
101 
 
 The awful Angel jbars on high, 
 And Death is dealing far and nigh, 
 
 Save where the Blood is found : 
 Supported by that Pafchal food, 
 The mighty hojl pajflfed through the flood 
 
 Beyond the Jea's dark bound. 
 
 All girded for its coming flight 
 A Soul is pajjlng hence to-night, 
 
 And bids the world farewell : 
 Fed with the Jacred Nourishment 
 Of CHRIST'S mojl Holy Sacrament, 
 
 It burjls through Jin's dark Jpell. 
 
 All jprinkled with the Precious BLOOD 
 It calmly pajjes through the flood 
 
 Of Death's lajl agony : 
 It chants, while borne on Angel's wing 
 O mighty Death, where is thy Jling ? 
 
 Where, Grave, thy ViSory ? 
 
 Give me Children^ or elfe I die. 
 
 IVE me Children, or elfe I die 
 
 'Twas wildly faid, and Jlill 
 More wildly o'er the fpeaker's heart 
 Theje words were doomed to thrill ; 
 
For they were uttered in an hour 
 
 Of recklefs love and pride, 
 By one who brooked not aught on earth 
 
 To her fhould be denied. 
 
 The found of that impajjioned cry 
 
 Afcended up to Heaven, 
 And to the loved and loving one 
 
 A firjl-born Son was given. 
 
 Not in that hour did memory bring 
 To that fond heart and weak 
 
 The echo of thofe frantic words 
 That Jhe had dared to fpeak. 
 
 Perchance, not until anguijh came 
 
 Returned their found again, 
 Floating with fatal meaning through 
 
 The dying woman's brain. 
 
 For Rachel now, a fecond time, 
 
 Mujl meet her trying hour, 
 And Death, which Jhe has once invoked, 
 
 Now comes with fearful power. 
 
 ' Ye know not what ye ajk' is Jlamped 
 
 On each unchajlened prayer 
 That lays not at GOD'S Feet its weight 
 
 Of hope or of defpair* 
 
103 
 
 Comeft Thou to me ? 
 
 ] ND comejl Thou to me, O LORD, 
 
 When I have need of Thee ? 
 Such was the Baptijl's trembling cry, 
 His Jelf-denouncing plea. 
 
 But none may Jhrink from work GOD jets, 
 
 From high or lowly tajk : 
 By thee is thine own part fulfilled ? 
 
 Is all that He will ajk. 
 
 A /inner with a load of care 
 
 And confcious Jin opprejl 
 Mujl jbmetimes aS an Angel's part, 
 
 And Jpeak of GOD'S Behejl. 
 
 The highejl place may jbmetimes prove 
 
 A jburce of penance keen, 
 And jelf-abhorring pangs there are 
 
 By all but GOD unjeen. 
 
 His Gifts, through human hands and frail, 
 
 Without defilement flow, 
 And Saints may kneeling claim the boon 
 
 That jlnners can bejlow. 
 
 When JESUS knelt that wondrous hour 
 
 At His own Servant's feet, 
 He taught proud hearts to bend the knee 
 
 In lowly penance meet ; 
 
104 
 
 And in that hour the Sacred DOVE 
 
 Appeared to mortal eye, 
 And GOD'S own Voice in thunder Jpoke 
 
 A Blejfling from the jky. 
 
 of 3|ofepl) of n'matf)ea* 
 
 AS night ! Jlill night ! 
 A Jblemn Jilence hung upon the Jcene ; 
 The keen, bright Jlars Jhone with un- 
 
 clouded light, 
 Calm and Jerene. 
 
 Hujhed was the Tomb ! 
 The heavy Jlone before its entrance lay : 
 No light broke in upon its Jilent gloom, 
 
 No Jlarry ray. 
 
 The moonlight beamed ; 
 It hung above that garden, jbft and clear, 
 Around the watchful guard its radiance gleamed 
 
 From helm and Jpear. 
 
 The Tomb was Jealed ! 
 
 The watch patrolled before its entrance lone ; 
 The bright night every pajjing Jlep revealed ; 
 
 None neared the Jlone. 
 
 Midnight had pajjed ; 
 
 The Jlars their lujlrous Jhining had decreafed ; 
 And day-break's earliejl light was hajlening fajl 
 
 In the pale eajl. 
 
Cfje ^omb of 3Iofepfi+ 105 
 
 The morning-Jlar, 
 
 I Lajl in the Jilent Heaven, withdrew its ray, 
 i And the white dawn Jpreading its jpeSre light 
 
 Foretold the day. 
 
 An earthquake's Jhock 
 Jujl at the break of morning Jhook the ground, 
 And echoed from that rent and trembling rock 
 
 With Jlartling found. 
 
 The guards, amazed, 
 Fell to the earth in wonder and affright ; 
 And round the ajlonifhed Jpot in glory blazed 
 
 A fudden Light. 
 
 An Angel there 
 Defcended from the tranquil Jky ; 
 The glory of his presence filled the air 
 
 Ail-radiantly. 
 
 He rolled away 
 From the Jlill Sepulchre the majfyjlone, 
 And, watching Jilent till the rijen day, 
 
 He Jat thereon. 
 
 His garments white 
 Shone like the Jhow in its unjullied jheen ; 
 His face was, like the lightning's gleaming light, 
 
 Dazzlingly jeen. 
 
106 Concerning; tfje 
 
 At break of day 
 The SAVIOUR burjl that Cavern's Jlillnefs deep, 
 Ri/ing in conquejl from Death's Jhattered fway 
 
 As from a Jleep. 
 
 He roje in Power, 
 
 In all the Strength of GODHEAD Jhining bright, 
 Frejh as that hallowed Morning's dewy hour, 
 
 Pure as its light. 
 
 He rofe as GOD, 
 
 Rofe as a mighty ViSor Jlrong to fave, 
 Breaking Death's Jilent chain and unfeen rod 
 
 There in the Grave. 
 
 He roje on high, 
 
 While Angels hung around on Jbaring wing, 
 Wrejling from the dark Grave its viSory, 
 
 From Death its Jling. 
 
 Concerning rfje C&fef feptrttual ana 
 (Ben era! <$Xt& of 
 
 From the Latin. 
 
 I. 
 
 JOW jhall worthy praife and honour 
 
 E'er by me to Thee be done, 
 Made by Love the Sin-atoner, 
 GOD'S Alone-begotten SON 
 
anli (Ktneral (0fCts of (25otu 107 
 
 Me, endowed, by Juch a Donor, 
 Thus with every Gift in one ? 
 
 For, Jince He to flejh hath deigned, 
 
 I to live in Soul begin ; 
 Through the Jlroke my LORD Jujlained, 
 
 I with Him am dead to Jin ; 
 By this Bread of Life maintained, 
 
 Onenejs with my SAVIOUR win. 
 
 Where is fuch Divine Nutrition 
 
 Found on earth 'twixt pole and pole ? 
 
 Where Jo Jkilful a Phyjician, 
 Raijing up the languid Soul ? 
 
 Holy hunger's glad fruition ; 
 Virtue's, Glory's perfeS whole ! 
 
 Me before ten thoujand taking, 
 
 Oh ! how great Thy Jbvereign Love ; 
 
 For my benefit forfaking 
 All Thine Heritage above, 
 
 Till, with all Thy Saints awaking, 
 I the full Redemption prove. 
 
 'Tis for me the tomb Thou quittejl, 
 Lifting up my Soul on high ; 
 
 'Tis for me enthroned Thou Jittejt, 
 Glorious in the upper Jky ; 
 
 'Tis for me that Thou remittejl 
 Thy Good SPIRIT ever nigh. 
 
io8 Concermnff tfje Cfiitf >pfrttual 
 
 Now His Jbothing Smiles carefs me 
 With each profperous delight ; 
 
 Now He pleajeth to opprefs me 
 With the cloud of Jbrrow's night : 
 
 Yet, in either, He will blefs me, 
 If my loving heart be right. 
 
 At His withering Inspiration 
 
 Carnal plea/tires ceafe to bloom ; 
 
 Burdens, by His Confolation, 
 Lightfome to the flejh become : 
 
 Oh ! how bright the Revelation 
 When His Rays the Jight illume. 
 
 Glories which our earthly Jenfes, 
 Dimmed by Jin, can ne'er dijcern, 
 
 Through one Gift which He difpenfes, 
 Every faithful Soul may learn ; 
 
 While with all Divine defences 
 From them evil He doth turn. 
 
 No poor fpeech of man availeth 
 Good Jo great as this to tell : 
 
 Faith attempteth, but Jhe faileth 
 Grace and Love unsearchable ! 
 
 When dejire the Soul ajjaileth, 
 This alone its thirjl can quell. 
 
 Lo ! a train of Heavenly BleJJlng, 
 (Numbers fail the jum to give) 
 
ant> (Benecai dBiTtg of <Bo&+ 109 
 
 Are the holy, this pojfejjing, 
 
 Fitted ever to receive : 
 Their Be/lower, without ceajing, 
 
 Laud while endlejs ages live. 
 
 Be Thou raifed all heights tranjcending, 
 FATHER, Fount of Grace and Might! 
 
 Be Thy Glory Jtill extending, 
 
 SON, of men both Life and Light ! 
 
 Be Thy Praijes never-ending, 
 COMFORTER in jbrrow's night ! 
 
 n. 
 
 Creatures all their voices raije 
 In one high Jong to Thee, 
 It were not worthy of Thy praije, 
 Thrice Holy TRINITY. 
 
 The Riches of Thy bounteous Grace 
 
 We happy mortals prove ; 
 Made in Thine Image is our race, 
 
 And dowered with Thy Love. 
 
 Oh ! matchlefs Love to meanejl worth ! 
 
 Our FATHER gave His SON 
 To jave from death the ruined earth, 
 
 And lift us to His Throne. 
 
 Light of all Light, and WORD of GOD, 
 He deigned the Virgin's Womb, 
 
no <%z Cfjtef (Mtg of (Pott. 
 
 To jhatch our forfeit brotherhood 
 From Jin's eternal doom. 
 
 Thou (be Thy gracious Power adored !) 
 
 From Hell hajl fet me free, 
 My long-lojl Dignity rejlored, 
 
 My likenejs, LORD, to Thee. 
 
 Hadji Thou not made me all Thy Care, 
 
 And rich Oblation given, 
 For me remained but grim defpair, 
 
 Shut out from Hope and Heaven. 
 
 Mojl faithful Advocate and Friend, 
 
 Unfailing SAVIOUR Thou, 
 Thy free Bejlowments know no end, 
 
 No need they dijavow. 
 
 Thy wondrous Birth the Price procured ; 
 
 Thy Death the Ranjbm paid ; 
 Thy Rifmg the rejult ajjured, 
 
 And full Salvation made. 
 
 How full of joy to me Thy Birth ! 
 
 How full of fruit Thy Doom ! 
 How Glorious Thy Going forth 
 
 Triumphant from the Tomb ! 
 
 My poor dejire Thy Love repays, 
 
 It is my wijh Jiipreme ; 
 And, though the effort fail, Thy praije 
 
 Shall be my conjlant theme. 
 
of tlje 2Ditune Stranger* 1 1 1 
 
 Let praife the Maker FATHER greet ; 
 
 Honour, the Saviour SON ; 
 And Glory to the PARACLETE, 
 
 Renewer GOD, be done ! 
 
 Sltitient of tlje HDtome >tranpr+ 
 
 HE Chrijlmas Eve is waning, 
 
 The Morning Jlreaks the Jky, 
 Earth ceafes her complaining, 
 Redemption draweth nigh ! 
 
 But Who Jo fwiftly moveth ? 
 
 Who on the mountains Jlands, 
 To earth, as One that loveth, 
 
 Stretching His gracious Hands ? 
 
 Whence cometh He Whofe Gejlure 
 
 Infant-like doth invite, 
 Yet glorious in His Vejlure, 
 
 And travelling in His Might ? 
 
 Who for our greeting waiteth ? 
 
 Who waiteth us to greet ? 
 Walking a world that hateth 
 
 How beautiful His Feet ! 
 
 Whofe is the Face that gloweth, 
 
 And lighteth up the Sun ? 
 Whofe is the Voice that floweth 
 
 Like many waves in one ? 
 
1 1 2 <at)tent oC tfie 2Ditune Granger* 
 
 Whoje are the Accents ringing, 
 Like far, faint, holy Chimes, 
 
 Like Childhood's Carols bringing 
 Their tones to exile climes ? 
 
 Now from a lowly Manger, 
 Now from the Throne on high, 
 
 O Meek and Mighty Stranger, 
 Thy Voice fills earth and Jky. 
 
 But lo ! He draweth nearer, 
 
 And full upon His Brow 
 The eajlern lights fall clearer 
 
 My GOD ! What jee I now ? 
 
 'Tis not day's crimfon gleaming, 
 'Tis not morn's dewy gold, 
 
 That in His Locks is beaming, 
 Too glorious to behold. 
 
 'Tis not the winter's treajure, 
 The holly's blood-red beads, 
 
 Strung for a wreath of pleajure 
 His tender Vijage bleeds. 
 
 'Tis not the Tyrian glory, 
 His Raiment hath imbued, 
 
 His Head and Feet are gory, 
 His Hands are red with Blood. 
 
 But decked with Light He Jhineth, 
 Brightly, more brightly yet, 
 
Ctje ^eatienlj jfatfjerlantu 113 
 
 With Light that ne'er declineth, 
 With Beams that never jet. 
 
 Ring out, ye Chimes, your greeting, 
 
 Ye Carols, mount on high, 
 For Heaven and Earth are meeting 
 
 In Him Who cannot die. 
 
 The Rhythm of Bernard of Clugny. 
 
 ERE we have many fears, this is the vale 
 
 of tears, the land of Jbrrow : 
 Tears are there none at all in that 
 Celejlial hall, on life's bright morrow. 
 
 Oh, for the Joys in Jtore ; but one Jhort moment 
 
 more, then Life for ever : 
 Oh, for the Joys in Jlore, at the glad Heavenly 
 
 door of the Life-giver. 
 
 What is the Prize ? for whom ? Heaven for the 
 Jons of doom ; Life for the winner ; 
 
 Blijs for the nothing-worth ; Gold for the drojs of 
 earth ; GOD for the Jinner. 
 
 Loud founds the battle-cry ; whence comes the 
 viSory Jeek you to guejs ? Hence, 
 
 Full-Jlreamed, without alloy, flows everlajling Joy 
 from His bright Prejence. 
 
 i 
 
^eaiienl? f atfjerlantu 
 
 Hope here we live upon ; here we fee Babylon 
 
 Sion invading. 
 Now grief is all our lot ; then Joys which wither 
 
 not garlands unfading. 
 
 * * * * 
 
 Sion bright with gold, flowing with milk thy 
 
 fold, City of gladnejs, 
 
 Tongue cannot tell thy blifs, heart Jinks opprejt 
 with this, even to fadnefs. 
 
 1 cannot Jlrain my Jight to that intenje delight, 
 
 nor tell the Jlory, 
 
 What throbs of ardent love thrill through the 
 courts above, how vajl their glory. 
 
 My ears may Jtrain to hear, they cannot reach the 
 
 Jphere, for full before it 
 Beams of furpajfing light fall on my dazzled Jight ; 
 
 mute I adore it. 
 
 For Sion's halls along echoes the voice of Jong : 
 
 there the Departed, 
 Frejh from the deadly fight, throng round the 
 
 LORD of Light, jubilant-hearted. 
 
 There is eternal Rejl ; there after toil the Blejl 
 
 ceafe from life's fever : 
 There in Heaven's banquet-hall founds the high 
 
 fejlival of the Receiver : 
 
 There round the LORD of Might, vejled in gar- 
 ments white, on that bright morrow 
 
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 Mujlers their vajl array; tears have all fled away; 
 vanijhed all Jbrrow. 
 
 For Sion's courts within Death may not tread, 
 nor Jin, nor guilt's endeavour ; 
 
 Thus without fault are they; peaceful, without 
 dijmay ; at rejl for ever. 
 
 * * * * 
 
 Sion glorious, City victorious, tower of Salvation, 
 Thee I Jeek and dejire ; to thee I aye ajpire in 
 
 contemplation. 
 
 Good works I offer none ; I have no pardon won 
 by my own merit ; 
 
 1 Firjlborn of wrath am I ; jbld to iniquity, body 
 
 and Spirit. 
 
 I can bring nought at all, bondfman of Jin and 
 
 thrall, fcarred in each feature, 
 I In life and Soul I faint, under the poijbn-taint of 
 
 my lojl nature. 
 
 Yet day and night I cry FATHER, Thy Help is 
 
 nigh when we befeech it ; 
 I fee the Prize above, Jlretch forth Thy Hand of 
 
 Love, aid us to reach it. 
 
 | Thou to life call'Jl us forth out of the dujl of 
 
 earth ; Thine own Ablution, 
 When we were born in Jin, wajhed our Souls clean 
 
 within from all pollution. 
 
1 16 C&e ^catienlj? 
 
 Thine is the Salve ordained for thofe whom guilt 
 has Jlained, who by compunSion 
 
 Claim what no Soul can claim, unpurged by grief 
 and jhame the Heavenly UnSion. 
 
 From David's fount apace flows the pure Jlream 
 
 of Grace ever descending, 
 Through it fin's leprofy Jbon fades and dies away, 
 
 and has its ending. 
 
 O Grace of GOD, on high I fee beyond the Jky ; 
 
 the clouds are riven : 
 As through a glafs I jee, dimly and mijlily, the 
 
 gates of Heaven. 
 
 Sion, bright with gold, dear home of Joys untold, 
 
 in GOD'S Light burning ; 
 
 1 Jlretch my arms my Soul ; Jhall I e'er reach 
 
 the goal of all my yearning ? 
 
 blejfed Fatherland, I fee the happy Band the 
 
 mijls grow lighter 
 
 1 fee the light of day round their fair garlands play 
 
 brighter and brighter. 
 
 ObleJJed Fatherland, fay Jhall I ever Jland where 
 
 I can Jhare thee ? 
 Say but 4 The time Jhall come when to this happy 
 
 Home Angels Jhall bear thee.' 
 
 Is it a trance, a dream ? Oh, do thefe things but 
 feem ? Is it a vijlon ? 
 
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 Let me but grafp it fair ! No : 'twill not melt in 
 air, in vain derijion. 
 
 O my dujl, triumph thou ! GOD is thy Portion 
 
 now thine now and ever ! 
 O my dujl, triumph thou ! GOD is thy Portion 
 
 now thine now and ever ! 
 
 plautute* 
 
 A Hymn for the Afcenfion. 
 
 HUMAN-KIND, your voices raife 
 
 In loud and jweet accord, 
 And tune each fejlal Choir to praije 
 
 The Triumph of the LORD ; 
 And let the joyous trumpet tell 
 
 How He returns to-day, 
 
 Leading the captive fpoils of Hell 
 
 On His viftorious way. 
 
 Ah, Blifs of GOD ! to note how fair, 
 
 How glorious, and how bright, 
 The Divine Shoot of the ancient Root 
 
 Is burjling into light : 
 Above the thrones of the mortal ones, 
 
 And Powers that dwell on high, 
 The growth to which earth to-day gives birth 
 
 Is lifted to the jky. 
 
(Bentegf 
 
 Within a veil which can never fail 
 
 Has our better Mofes pajjed : 
 And a great amaze draws the wondering gaze 
 
 Of His People firjl and lajl ; 
 With uplifted eyes, in that dread Jurprife, 
 
 Stand the Galilean men, 
 Watching the Cloud which mujl cover the crowd 
 
 And hide Him from their ken. 
 
 When away from earth Elias broke 
 
 In his chariot of flame, 
 A twofold Spirit with the Prophet's cloak 
 
 Upon Elijha came : 
 But when our LORD with His lingering Feet 
 
 Did the upward pathway trace, 
 He Jent to His Own, in the PARACLETE, 
 
 A universal Grace. 
 
 O'er Jordan mujl our IJrael go, 
 
 The Jlream that He mujl quaff, 
 Burdened with His prevailing Love, 
 
 The Crofs His only jlaff; 
 With a twofold Band He is now at hand, 
 
 With the treasures of all time, 
 With the unincarnate Spirits and 
 
 The Souls that Jhall reign Jublime. 
 
 This is the Conqueror true and brave 
 
 Who in Glory Jweeps afar, 
 Who from the portals of the grave 
 
 Did rive every bolt and bar : 
 
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 Over all Virtues Sovereign King, 
 Whoje mighty Will and Sway 
 
 The world, and every living thing, 
 In Heaven and earth obey. 
 
 To Jhare His own eternal Throne 
 
 The FATHER calls the SON, 
 Till every foe is overthrown 
 
 And willing hearts are won : 
 In the Heaven of Heavens He Jits in Blijs ; 
 
 But He comes again in the end 
 To judge, by a Power that is only His, 
 
 The foe alike and the friend. 
 
 LORD of all Retribution, come ! 
 
 But let Thy Mercy reign 
 Till we learn by Grace to win our place 
 
 And look on Thee again : 
 Oh, in that final future morn 
 
 Let Thy Pity fill our ears ; 
 And let us be unto Glory born 
 
 For the everlajling years. 
 
 tttller 
 
 A Hymn on the Pajpon of Cbrift. 
 
 [ITHIN a Garden's bound, 
 
 Where jlill Night reigned around, 
 A mournful Cry of bitter anguijh 
 wailed ; 
 
120 Bet ftiller nacfit. 
 
 There, hid from mortal gaze, 
 ONE knelt in deep amaze, 
 A Heart opprejjed beneath its burthen quailed. 
 
 That ONE, in travail fore, 
 
 Was our Dear LORD, Who bore 
 Our Jins' great burthen that on Him was laid ; 
 
 While none could bring relief 
 
 To that exceeding Grief, 
 The Grief that made His Human Soul afraid. 
 
 But lo ! from thofe hot Veins, 
 
 Forced out by Mental pains, 
 Great drops of Blood adown the verdure fall ; 
 
 Such whelming fears ajjail, 
 
 That heart and courage fail, 
 As firjl ejjays of Jin's Jlrange load appal. 
 
 J^Jp_other gaze but His 
 Could fathom that abyfs, 
 
 Whofe lowejl depths to Him Jlood all revealed ; 
 The fins of Adam's race, 
 Againjl GOD'S Love and Grace, 
 
 His Thought embraced them all as thus He kneeled. 
 
 Ungodly counfels then, 
 
 And deeds of evil men, 
 All Jins of each degree, of every kind, 
 
 Not as to human eyes, 
 
 But in their hellifh guife 
 Were then all bared to His omnifcient Mind. 
 
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 The ponderous weight of all, 
 
 From Adam's grievous fall, 
 [rill earth's Lajl Day and folemn Reckoning Time, 
 
 Of all GOD'S Books record, 
 
 The Curfe, the due reward, 
 The iniquity of all now laid on Him ! 
 
 That high-filled Cup of Woes 
 
 His prefcient Mind foreknows, 
 Uprom firjl approach of Judas' torch-led hojl ; 
 
 That falfe Difciple's kifs, 
 
 And all that followed this, 
 Infill on the Crofs He yielded up the Ghojt. 
 
 Each furrowed, bleeding gajh 
 
 From cruel Jcourge's lajh, 
 [And jharpejl pricks of that mock thorny Crown ; 
 
 The infults, blows, and fcorn 
 
 That mujl be meekly borne, 
 Theje weigh the SON of Man's jad Spirit down. 
 
 He fees with Vijion clear, 
 
 (And jhrinks with human fear) 
 The Crojs with Curfe o'erlaid and angry Doom ; 
 
 The hours of racking pain 
 
 He mujl, nailed there, Jujtain 
 While lingering death Life's marrow Jhallconfume. 
 
 Maker and LORD of all ! 
 Behold Him projlrate fall, 
 And humbly kneel in jllent anguijh there ; 
 
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 Till, with an inward groan, 
 Towards the Heavenly Throne, 
 With earnejl pleading He direfls His Prayer. 
 
 FATHER, to Thee I pray, 
 
 O take this Cup away : 
 Thou hajl all Power to do Thy Will Divine ; 
 
 Remove, if it may be, 
 
 This Cup away from me : 
 Yet, FATHER, not My Will be done, but Thine 
 
 Thus thrice our Suffering LORD, 
 
 With projlrate Form, implored 
 That even then that Hour might pafs away ; 
 
 Until from Heaven at length 
 
 An Angel brought Him Jlrength, 
 And healing balm His troubled Soul to Jlay. 
 
 O well for us indeed, 
 
 He took, as was decreed, 
 And drained the Cup His Heavenly FATHER 
 gave; 
 
 And therefore Songs of praije 
 
 We ranjbmed Jinners raije 
 To Him Who meekly died our Souls to fave. 
 
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 feonnetg. 
 
 The Love of God: from S. Auguftine. 
 
 I. 
 [HAT love I, when I love Thee, O 
 
 my GOD ? 
 Not corporal beauty, nor the limb 
 
 of Jhow, 
 
 hlor of loved light the white and pleajant flow, 
 Nor Manna Jhowers, nor Jtrains that Jlream abroad, 
 Nor flowers of Heaven, nor Jmall Jtars of the jbd. 
 Slot theje, my GOD ! I love, who love Thee Jb. 
 pet love I Something jweeter than I know, 
 JA certain Light on a more golden road, 
 lA Somewhat not of Manna, nor the hive, 
 |A Beauty not of Jummer or the jpring, 
 jA. Scent, a Mujlc, and a BloJJbming, 
 feternal, Timelejs, Placelejs, without Gyve, 
 F air, Fadelejs, Undiminijhed, never dim, 
 (This, This is what I love, in loving Him. 
 
 ii. 
 
 [This, This is what I love, and what is This ? 
 I ajked the beautiful Earth who J*aid, * Not I ;' 
 [ ajked the Depths, and the immaculate Sky, 
 And all the Spaces faid, * Not He, but His.' 
 And jb like One who Jcales a precipice, 
 Height after height, I jcaled the flaming wall 
 Of the great Univerje ; yea, pajjed o'er all 
 The world of thought, which Jb much higher is. 
 
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 Then I exclaimed To whom is mute all murmur 
 Of phantajy, of nature, and of art, 
 He, than articulate language hears a firmer 
 And grander meaning in his own deep heart, 
 No found from cloud or Angel. Oh, to win 
 That voicelefs Voice, ' My Servant, enter in ! ' 
 
 In My Father's Houfe are many Man/ions. 
 
 HE Jlars are out in their eternal youth, 
 
 That fuch a wealth of fancies nightly yield 
 The golden corndrops call them of a field 
 Where the moon glideth like the gleaner Ruth ; 
 And jbme look on their company in Jboth 
 For poefy, jbme for love of loving eyes, 
 Who fee the fame things in the fame blue Jkies ; 
 And fome in fearch of Hope and fome of Truth. 
 I have my jlarry thought : the Twelve are up, 
 The door is opened, and they linger yet : 
 CHRIST'S Wine is in the Eucharijlic Cup ; 
 CHRIST'S Chalice waiteth Him in Olivet ; 
 While He, His Eye on the jlar-fown expanjions, 
 Saith ' In My FATHER'S Houfe are many 
 Manfions.' 
 
 God is a Sun and Shield. 
 
 j OD is a Sun and Shield : why both, or either ? 
 Why? peradventure that thofe Jlrains 
 
 foul-drawn, 
 Thofe fongs of gold, of lilies, and the dawn, 
 
 
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 Clujler their myjlic epithets together, 
 I As boughs do blojjbms in the funny weather, 
 A wajle of beauty meaninglejjly fair ? 
 I Not Jo. I deem there is a purpoje there 
 And both the words are true, and lojl is neither : 
 And one Divinely Jilvers o'er the pjalm, 
 And one awakens jbme far battle boom. 
 The Shield is for the land that knows no calm ; 
 The Sun for that blue country o'er the tomb : 
 This for GOD'S Garden is, that for His Fray ; 
 The Sun for Home, the Shield is for the Way. 
 
 In the Beginning was the Word. 
 
 TERNAL WORD ! GOD'S True and 
 
 Only SON, 
 Maker, and Lord, and Heir, and 
 
 Judge of all; 
 Firjt-born of every creature ; Holy ONE ! 
 
 We praije Thy Name, and on Thy Name we 
 call. 
 
 JEHOVAH dwells from everlajting years 
 In Jilence and in jblitude concealed ; 
 
 And yet from Everlajling He appears 
 In Thee to all His Univerje revealed. 
 
 And life and love and truth and joy and might, 
 And all the Creature lieth incomplete, 
 
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 Some darknejs lingering in their purejl light 
 Only in Thee doth all their fulnejs meet. 
 
 Nothing Jo dark as the pure Light of GOD ; 
 
 Nothing Jo far from us and Jlrange and high ; 
 Nothing Jo weary as the grievous load 
 
 The burdened Creature bears until he die. 
 
 But in the SON of Love and Sacrifice 
 
 Nothing Jbjiear and clear as GOD appears ; 
 
 And lightly on the heart the burden lies 
 Of all our imperfeflions and our fears. 
 
 True SON of GOD, our Sonjhip is in Thee ; 
 
 True Light of GOD, our Wifdom too Thou art ; 
 O LAMB from earth's foundation Jlain for me, 
 
 Thou bringejl Life and Peace into my heart. 
 
 Ever in Thee the FATHER is revealed, 
 Ever in Thee all things are reconciled, 
 
 Ever in Thee our Jins and wounds are healed, 
 Glory to Thee, the Pure and Undefiled. 
 
 I have finljhed the Work Thou gaveft Me to do. 
 
 fO work of Man was e'er complete before, 
 
 WithJInleJs, faultlefs, holy beauty graced ; 
 But when his tajk was ended, evermore 
 The faithful Servant fadly mujl deplore 
 It was a fair Jhortcoming at the bejl. 
 
 Never did Limner paint up to his thought ; 
 Nor Sculptor chijel in the marble white 
 
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 UNIVERSITY 
 
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 The vijioned model after which he wrought ; 
 Never was Song from Jweet melodious throat 
 The perfect utterance of the Soul's delight ; 
 
 Never did Hero wholly yet achieve 
 
 The feats of glory which he had dejigned ; 
 Nor thoughtful Sage the abjblute pattern weave 
 Of GOD'S great Univerje, which he might leave 
 A wonder and a faith to all mankind. 
 
 Still our bejl work is only partly done, 
 
 And grows from man to man, from age to age, 
 
 Some failure lurks in every triumph won ; 
 
 Others will mend whate'er we have begun, 
 And blot Jbme matter from our fairejl page. 
 
 One only Life there is without a Jlain, 
 
 Accomplijhing the FATHER'S perfecl Will ; 
 With highejl aim and never aimed in vain, 
 Attempting nought which mujl be tried agaiii, 
 But all the Thought of GOD it did fulfil. 
 
 Perfect the jlnlejs Beauty of His Ways ; 
 
 Perfect the Wifdom of His faithful Love ; 
 Perfecl the Trujl that walked with GOD always ; 
 Perfect in Suffering ; perfeS in the Praije 
 
 Which jlill like incenje roje to Heaven above. 
 
 O fairer Thou than Jons of men ; and yet 
 Not terrible Thy Beauty ! In jweet accord 
 
 All tender Graces in Thy Being met ; 
 
 And of their fulnejs all Thy People get 
 Still growing to the Fulnejs of their LORD. 
 
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 Behold! thy King comet h. 
 
 O ! He cometh, meek and lowly, 
 
 Strew the palm-branch on His road, 
 SON of David, Pure and Holy, 
 King of Zion ! CHRIST of GOD ! 
 
 He hath healed our Jbre dijeajes, 
 Purged the eyeballs of the blind, 
 
 And the dumb have Jung to JESUS, 
 Vexed with demons in their mind. 
 
 And He Jpake, as never mortal 
 
 Spake before, with Truth and Grace, 
 
 Words which are the glorious portal 
 Into WiJHom's holy Place. 
 
 Lo! He comes, grand Foot-prints leaving 
 All along the path He trod 
 
 Each a Miracle, and giving 
 Token of a Prejent GOD. 
 
 Go/pel to the poor He preacheth, 
 Will not break the bruifed reed, 
 
 And with holy Power He teacheth 
 Is not this the CHRIST indeed? 
 
 He will heal us and enlighten, 
 He will teach us Wijdom's ways, 
 
 He will calm the Jlorms that frighten, 
 He will give us Jongs of praije. 
 
 
129 
 
 Lift the high Gates everlajling, 
 O ye Doors, be -opened wide, 
 
 CHRIST, the LORD, to us is hajling, 
 In our hearts He would abide. 
 
 God forbid that I Jhould glory^fave in the Crofs 
 of our Lord Jefus Chrift. 
 
 CROSS of Jhame ! our boajl and glory, 
 Darkejl, brightejl fcene in Jlory : 
 
 Through hatred fellejl, love the purejl, 
 
 Bejl of BleJJings thou fecurejt. 
 
 Strange, myjlerious contradiction ! 
 Death of Jin in Crucifixion 
 Of the Sinlefs ! and Salvation 
 In the Jujl ONE'S condemnation ! 
 
 Joy exprejfed from Love's heart-bleeding! 
 Peace and rejl from wrath proceeding ! 
 Out of gloom the true Light fpringing, 
 And from the Tomb the new Life bringing ! 
 
 His Crofs from Jhame all Jhame hath taken, 
 His Crofs from wrath doth Hope awaken, 
 His Crofs the power of Death hath broken ; 
 O Crofs, of Love divinejl token ! 
 
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 310 ttjere no Balm in (Meat) ? 
 
 f|S there no Balm in Gilead then, is there 
 
 no Healer nigh ? 
 No frejhening Spring to cheer the wajle 
 
 Jo dejblate and dry ? 
 Hath Hope's dear vijion vanijhed for ever fron 
 
 % fight, 
 And darknejs fallen around thee, the very gloom 
 
 of night ? 
 And Jeems thy Soul forfaken, her every Blejjing 
 
 flown, 
 No jbothing for her Jbrrow, and nowhere to make 
 
 her moan ? 
 Yet, Jlay : the Crofs thou bearejl thus hath firjl 
 
 been borne for thee; 
 JESUS Himjelf did hang thereon, thy Life and 
 Cure to be. 
 
 For thine own eafe He bare it all, the Scourge 
 
 and piercing Thorn, 
 The Nailing and the Bruijing, the Denial, Shame, 
 
 and Scorn, 
 Darknefs and Defolation deep, and Pangs beyond 
 
 thy thought, 
 And all for thy Soul's healing theje jad Agonies 
 
 were wrought. 
 Upon His Crojs He yearned for thee, for thee 
 
 His Heart-Jlrings brake ; 
 
310 tljere no Balm in (KleaO ? 131 
 
 Himjelf of all forfaken, He could not thee forfake. 
 Then ever more, when chajlenings fore thine 
 
 inmojl fpirit wring, 
 Say My Beloved is crucified, and I to Him will 
 
 cling. 
 
 How Jhall I fmg thy holy Love, dear PaJJion of 
 
 my LORD ? 
 
 Or how thy myjlic Virtue Jhall I worthily record ? 
 Thou art the Spring of all our hope, the Baljam 
 
 of our woes, 
 The Solace of our yearnings, and the Bower of 
 
 our repoje : 
 True Paradije of all delights, Jince joy of grief is 
 
 born ; 
 For as the flowers but clofe at night to ope more 
 
 frejh with morn, 
 So He Who wept and bled for us, and bowed in 
 
 earthly gloom, 
 Now makes thoje Sorrows our bright Blijs, thoje 
 
 Wounds our joyous Home. 
 
 Here is a Covert from the Jlorm when winds and 
 
 waves arije, 
 A Shadow in the /torching noon, a Light in Jlar- 
 
 lejs Jkies, 
 A Staff upon the rugged road, a Shield when foes 
 
 aflail, 
 A Charm Divine againjl Whofe Might no evil 
 
 can prevail ; 
 
310 tfjere no Balm In <Mcafc ? 
 
 For where the Crojs of JESUS is, is Peace, and 
 
 there alone ; 
 And 'neath that Banner of His Love He gathereth 
 
 His Own : 
 And thou who wilt be JESUS', mujl not grudge 
 
 thy portion jmall 
 In His own bitter Chalice, Who once for thee 
 
 drained it all. 
 
 Thou know'Jl He went not up to Joy, but flrjl 
 
 He Juffered Pain, 
 And all* the Jelfsame Path mujl tread, who that 
 
 His Blijs would gain : 
 Is aught too wearijbme or hard for JESUS' Jake to 
 
 bear? 
 While He is crowned with Thorns, wilt thou a 
 
 crown of rojes wear ? 
 Lo ! this good Crojs He offers thee, it is thy very 
 
 Life; 
 Anoint with holy UnSion, it will aid thee in the 
 
 Jlrife ; 
 'Tis hallowed by thy SAVIOUR'S Touch, Who 
 
 hung on it for thee, 
 And Love's Jweet might Jhall make it light, and 
 
 win the viftory. 
 
 Draw near, thou reft and drooping Heart, draw 
 
 near, and lift thy gaze 
 To Him Who yearns with outjlretched Arms thee 
 
 from thy grief to raije : 
 
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 Draw near, and clinging cloje beneath thy 
 
 SAVIOUR'S Bleeding Heart, 
 Tell o'er each throb of that deep Woe in which 
 
 thou hajl a part ; 
 Tell o'er each Drop of dear Life-Blood which 
 
 ebbs for thee Jo fajl, 
 And all thy weary heart-aching upon that true 
 
 Love cajl : 
 In JESUS' Crojs and PaJJion is the Medicine of 
 
 thy Soul, 
 Yea, there is Balm in Gilead, and a Healer to 
 
 make whole. 
 
 Commmtiatfoft of; a CIj riff fan >ouU 
 
 |NTO Thy Hands, O LORD, 
 
 This precious Soul we give, 
 A jewel, 'mid Thy glijlening Hoard 
 Of quickened Jlones to live ; 
 
 Now let Thy mild Fraternal Eyes 
 
 Our darling deign to recognize, 
 
 A work of Thy creative Mould, 
 
 A Sheep of Thine Apojlles' Fold, 
 
 A Sinner from the fiery flood 
 
 Redeemed by Thine own Flejh and Blood. 
 
 Receive, with Arms outjpread, 
 
 A Prize that cojl Thee dear ! 
 'Tis Eajler round this dying bed 
 
 When our true Life draws near ! 
 
Commen&ation of a Cljrfffian 
 
 The thought of Thy forfaken Tomb 
 With brightness cheers this awful gloom ; 
 The Jlifling, Jickening airs of death 
 Are frejhened by Thine odorous Breath ; 
 And Hades' gates are glorified 
 At Jight of Him that lives, and died. 
 
 Out of this world of tears, 
 
 O Chrijlian Soul, depart ! 
 Farewell to pain and grief and fears, 
 
 And wants that rend the heart ! 
 Go thou where theje can come no more, 
 Within the Cherub-guarded door, 
 Nor dread to change a world like this 
 For quiet deepening into Blijs, 
 For Eden's dwellings calm and fair 
 Pajs forth and take thy portion there ! 
 
 Out of this world of Jin, 
 
 O Chrijlian Soul, depart ! 
 The Stainlejs call thee ; paJs thou in, 
 
 Full-pardoned as thou art ! 
 O Crown of joys ! no more to Jlray, 
 No more to take thy own wild way, 
 No more thy dearejl Friend to leave, 
 No more His Loving SPIRIT grieve, 
 What promije Jweet or boon Jecure 
 Can match thoje Words ' I make thee pure ? ' 
 
 Now let the LORD arije 
 And put thy foes to flight ! 
 
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 Let all the immortal Panoplies 
 
 Array thee in their might ! 
 Fenced round about by holiejl things, 
 From Satan Jcreened by Angel-wings, 
 To GOD Who made thee, GOD Who bought, 
 And GOD Whoje Grace thy cleanjing wrought, 
 That Hell no part in thee Jhould claim 
 Go forth, Jweet Soul, in JESUS' Name ! 
 
 (Epfpfjani?* 
 
 EYOND the barren Mountain-range 
 
 Where Hor lifts up its Jacred head, 
 And buried lies in myjlery Jlrange, 
 As years work out their Jilent change, 
 
 The City of the dead. 
 
 Where proud Euphrates day by day 
 
 Winds through the plain, or Jleeping lies, 
 The watching Magi nightly pray, 
 And Jeek the future's hidden way 
 From planet-lighted Jkies. 
 
 Through the unclouded midnight air 
 
 On vajl Infinity's dark page, 
 With deepejl jkill and conjlant care, 
 They read the golden letters there 
 That wax not old with age. 
 
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 Lo ! as they gaze with deep intent, 
 
 A Star more brilliant than the rejt, 
 The Herald of jbme great Event, 
 Moves through the gilded firmament 
 Onward towards the wejl. 
 
 Then came the jbund Tradition brought 
 
 From Peer's top in days of old, 
 What time the Seer entranced caught 
 Prophetic Power, and Spirit-taught 
 The future did unfold. 
 
 A Sceptre Jhall from Ijrael rife, 
 
 A Star from Jacob doubly blejl, 
 And now before their wondering eyes 
 The brilliant Meteor walks the jkies 
 Still onward toward the wejl. 
 
 Where'er it leads, that fiery Light 
 
 Unhidden by the blaze of day, 
 And marking with intenjer might 
 The darknejs of the deeper night, 
 They follow on the way, 
 
 With morning's blujh, when junfets fade, 
 
 On over rock and jleep and wild, 
 By Palm and Cedar tree and Jhade, 
 Till in the homely Manger laid 
 
 They find the Royal CHILD. 
 
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 Intruding doubts away they fling, 
 
 Unheeding the unwonted Jlir, 
 They from their cojily treasures bring 
 Free Offerings for the Infant King, 
 
 Gold, Frankincenje and Myrrh. 
 
 Gold Jhadows forth His Royalty, 
 
 While Frankincenje His Priejlhood Jhows, 
 And Myrrh that He Jhall buried be 
 And Jo the wondrous Myjlery 
 
 With deeper meaning grows. 
 
 Oh ! for Jbme Heavenly Light enjhrined 
 In GOD'S dark Ways, or holy Word 
 To break upon each erring mind 
 With Spirit power, that all might find 
 
 The SAVIOUR, CHRIST, the LORD. 
 
 Till walking in a living way 
 To holier purpofe we arije, 
 And on His Altar day by day 
 Our thoughts and bejl affeftions lay, 
 A willing Sacrifice. 
 
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 of a f aftfiful feoul : from 
 tfre Hatfiu 
 
 Of Contempt of the World. 
 
 HEN I fee with heartfelt pain 
 All this world defiled remain, 
 All this world but makes my heart 
 With concern and anguijh Jmart. 
 
 When the Spirit pure and fair 
 Thinks how vain is earthly care, 
 For its fafety it will Jigh 
 And from worldly care will fly. 
 
 When the mind ferene and pure 
 Finds no worldly things Jecure, 
 Lejl with them the mind Jhould fall, 
 Carefully it flies from all. 
 
 When in earnejl thought I find 
 Worldly hope Jo falje and blind, 
 To a firmer hope I turn, 
 Earthly hope I jcorn to learn. 
 
 Worldly care when I regard, 
 How depraved it is, how hard ! 
 Him who owns its power I find 
 Callous both in heart and mind. 
 
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 When the world's applaufe I meet, 
 Think of all its vain deceit, 
 Fraud and worldly praife and fame 
 Ear and heart will deem the fame. 
 
 When I think of this world's fruit, 
 Grief and woe in each purfuit, 
 All its fruit is but a curfe, 
 Nothing than the world is worfe. 
 
 When the world's gay flowers are fpread, 
 And I think what /cent they Jhed, 
 In them Jo much grief I fee, 
 Perfumes none they yield to me. 
 
 When I think of life's Jhort days, 
 And their vain and giddy ways, 
 Light grows weighty then and Jtrong, 
 And the Jhort is found full long. 
 
 Of the Fear of Death. 
 
 j HEN I dwell on Death's dread day, 
 
 Calling me from life away, 
 With deep fear am I pojfejfed, 
 Then my Soul can take no rejl. 
 
 When I think I am but dujl, 
 And that quickly die I muft, 
 Then with anxious fear pojfejjed 
 Cold as afhes turns my breajl. 
 
140 Salutation of a jfaitfjful &ouL, 
 
 When I think, condemned to die, 
 What will be my dejliny, 
 Well may I be filled with fear, 
 Unprepared to view it near, 
 
 How I dread that wrathful Day, 
 Day of terror and dijmay, 
 Day of angui/h, grief and woe, 
 Vengeful Day on Jin below. 
 
 Of the Coming of the Judge. 
 
 OW I tremble, filled with fear, 
 
 As the future Judge draws near ; 
 All jhall be laid open, plain, 
 Nought Jhall unavenged remain. 
 
 Who amongjl us Jhall not fear, 
 When he fees that Judge appear, 
 And before Him raging Fire, 
 Scathing Jinners in His Ire ? 
 
 From the Heavens He comes to view, 
 Judge and Witnejs, faithful, true ; 
 Nor Jhall He, approaching near, 
 Hold His Peace, nor paufe, nor fear : 
 
 Jujlly judge, nor will He Jpare, 
 Favour none may hope to /hare, 
 Not with gold can He be bought, 
 Nor by prayer may then be Jbught. 
 
Salutation of a f ait&ful >oul, 
 
 He Jhall judge the Nations round, 
 He jhall Jave men guiltlejs found ; 
 But the jlrong jhall feel His Power, 
 Slaves to riches dread that hour. 
 
 All who pleajure fought and proved, 
 Then jhall curje thoje joys they loved ; 
 All who worldly lived and vain 
 Shall with Souls condemned remain. 
 
 What jhall then the jlnful do ? 
 What Jhall then jelf-love purjue ? 
 O what works jhall then avail 
 When all power to work jhall fail ? 
 
 Then Jhall hidden deeds appear, 
 All pajt works be plain and clear, 
 All jhall tremble, high and low, 
 Till their final doom they know. 
 
 Then will Jbrrow come too late 
 To avert the jinner's fate, 
 And to weep for Jins and wail 
 Then will prove of no avail. 
 
 Of the Sinner's Punijhment. 
 
 HOW dreadful when that Word 
 On the Left * Depart ' is heard, 
 While the great King on the Right 
 Shall with < Come' the Jujl invite. 
 
9teMtati0n of a f aftljful 
 
 Then Jhall every hope be pajt, 
 And * to-morrow* end at lajl ; 
 Each to torments doomed to go, 
 No releaje Jhall ever know. 
 
 Burnt in Flames, yet not confumed, 
 Food for worms and reptiles doomed, 
 He in pain Jhall writhe and turn 
 Who Salvation would not earn. 
 
 O what foul Tormentors then 
 Tear and torture Jinful men, 
 And unfparing Demons dire 
 Sins avenge in endlejs Fire. 
 
 O how Jad, that then too late 
 Sinners moan their hopelejs fate, 
 None can then their anguijh heal, 
 When Hell's quenchlejs Flames they feel. 
 * # # 
 
 O Thou great Celejlial King ! 
 Grace and fuccour to us bring, 
 From theje tortures Jave us free, 
 May we ever rejl in Thee. 
 
 Of the Joy of the Bletfed. 
 
 HEN I think what Jhall befall 
 After death the Virtuous all, 
 And how firm will Jland the Jujt, 
 Greatly I rejoice and trujl. 
 
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 For the Day is near when thqfe 
 Jujl and Good Jhall find repoje, 
 When their persecutors ceaje 
 And the Patient reign in peace. 
 
 O that Day of Life and Light, 
 Day of unheard Glory bright, 
 When grim Death itfelf Jhall die, 
 And the dijmal night Jhall fly. 
 
 Lo ! the great, long wijhed for King 
 Now Salvation hajles to bring, 
 Now will at the juji One's prayer 
 Heavenly BHJs for him prepare. 
 
 Heavenly King, He hajlens now ; 
 At His Coming all mujl bow, 
 Judge and Witnejs, great and free, 
 He Whom every eye Jhall Jee, 
 
 He will come and not delay, 
 And His Glory will dijplay, 
 To reward the Juffering Jujt, 
 Who in Him have placed their trujt, 
 
 O how happy ! O how Jweet ! 
 When thofe Souls Jhall JESUS meet, 
 \Vhom in life they truly loved, 
 And His faithful Servants proved. 
 
 Then with gracious Look and Word, 
 Speaking, JESUS Jhall be heard ; 
 
144 Saltation of a 
 
 Thus His Love Jhall utterance find 
 In the Jight of all mankind 
 
 You who have your Faith maintained, 
 And with Me have firm remained, 
 You who bore for Me and fought, 
 See the good you long have jbught. 
 
 See the Kingdom promifed you, 
 Though concealed till now from view ; 
 Behold, pojfefs, and reign fecure, 
 Ever Jhall your Joy endure. 
 
 Then the Jujl Jhall in amaze 
 Speak with holy joy and praife, 
 And reply exultingly, 
 Praifmg what they wondering fee 
 
 To our GOD be thanks and praije! 
 What we hoped for all our days, 
 Now we fee and now pojjefs ; 
 CHRIST our LORD we praife and blefs ! 
 
 O how fweet, how blejl our fate, 
 Throughout life the world to hate ; 
 Sad and bitter would it prove 
 If the world had gained our love. 
 
 Happy thofe who mourned and wept, 
 And their Souls in patience kept, 
 Thofe to whom the world gave pain 
 Now in endlefs Blifs Jhall reign. 
 
Cfiilti Cljritt on fyt Crof& 145 
 
 There Jhall dwell no grief, nor fear ; 
 None Jhall ever Jhed a tear ; 
 Nor Jhall want ; nor age, nor care, 
 Nor defe<3 be ever there. 
 
 There Jhall reign eternal Peace, 
 Holy Joy Jhall never ceaje, 
 There Jhall be the flower of youth, 
 There Salvation's crown and truth. 
 
 None the Rapture can conceive, 
 Nor the perfecl Joy believe 
 In Heaven's Glory to remain, 
 And with Angels ever reign. 
 
 To that Realm Thy Children call, 
 O Thou righteous Judge of all; 
 Thee we Jeek, on Thee rely, 
 Thee implore with frequent cry. 
 
 on rtje Crofc : an 
 anticipation of 
 
 IS Face is flujhed with Boyhood's glow, 
 
 His earnejl Eyes areraijedto Heaven, 
 
 No thorn has Jcarred that bloodlefs Brow, 
 
 Nor Hands nor Feet by nails are riven. 
 
146 'ZCfje Cljfld Cfjrift on 
 
 They have not bared His Limbs in Jcorn, 
 Nor Jtripped Him of His Jeamlejs Vejl ; 
 
 No Jcourge His Virgin Flejh has torn, 
 No Jbldier's Jpear has gajhed His Breajt. 
 
 No crowds prefs round with ribald cry 
 To mock the Helplefs SAVIOUR'S woes ; 
 
 Why bides He there Jo patiently ? 
 
 Why hangs the CHILD-CHRIST on the Crofs? 
 
 Not yet are poured the bitter Tears, 
 The Blood to Jave a world undone, 
 
 And of thoje three and thirty years 
 
 Scarce the firfl twelve their courfe have run. 
 
 Oh why that Self-made Crojs embrace ? 
 
 Why antedate the coming jlrife ? 
 Why blend with Boyhood's dawning grace 
 
 Dread Jhadows of a tortured Life ? 
 
 The Chalice Jleeped in this world's Jin, 
 
 The Sweat of dark Gethjemane, 
 The burning Thirjl our Souls to win, 
 
 The Baptijm of the bleeding Tree ; 
 
 The Traitor in the midnight gloom, 
 The guilty Herod's murderous fears, 
 
 The Jhout that hails the unrighteous doom 
 Creep onward with the creeping years ; 
 
 They come, they come, my SAVIOUR LORD, 
 The Jhares around Thy path are Jet, 
 
Cf)fia Cfirfff on rije CroC& 147 
 
 The foeman's darts again/I Thee Jlored, 
 They come 5 but oh, they come not yet. 
 
 Not yet in pride, or hate, or Jcorn 
 
 A tyrant world has rifen to Jlay ; 
 Oh, wherefore Jhroud Life's early morn 
 
 In Jlorms that wrap the fetting day ? 
 
 Viclim of Love, in Manhood's prime 
 
 Thou will ajcend the Crojs to die ; 
 Why hangs the CHILD before His time 
 
 Stretched on that Bed of agony? 
 
 * # # 
 
 No thorn-wreath crowns My Boyi/h Brow, 
 
 No Jcourge has dealt its cruel Jmart, 
 In Hands and Feet no nail-prints Jhow, 
 
 No Jpear is planted in My Heart, 
 
 They have not Jet Me for a Sign 
 Hung bare beneath the Junlejs Jky, 
 
 Nor mixed the draught of gall and wine 
 To mock My dying Agony. 
 
 The livelong night, the livelong day, 
 
 My Child, I travail for thy good, 
 And for thy Jake I hang alway 
 
 Self-crucified upon the Rood. 
 
 To witnejs to the living Truth, 
 To keep thee pure from Jin's alloy, 
 
 I cloud the Junjhine of My Youth : 
 The MAN mujt Juffer in the BOY. 
 
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 Vijlons of unrepented Jin, 
 
 The forfeit crown, the eternal lojs, 
 
 Lie deep My jbrrowing Soul within, 
 And nail My Body to the Crofs. 
 
 The livelong night, the livelong day, 
 A CHILD upon that Crofs I rejl ; 
 
 All night I for My Children pray, 
 All day I woo them to My Breajl. 
 
 Long years of toil and pain are Mine 
 
 Ere I be lifted up to die, 
 Where cold the Pafchal moonbeams Jhine 
 
 At noon on darkened Calvary. 
 
 The thorn-wreath then will pierce My Brow, 
 The nails will fix Me to the Tree ; 
 
 But I Jhall hang, as I do now, 
 Self-crucified for Love of thee. 
 
 ^e &(ffnal0 of 
 
 Signal the Firft. 
 
 HERE is light on Hebron now, 
 
 Hark to the trumpet-din ! 
 Day dawns on Hebron's brow, 
 Let the Sacrifice begin ! 
 
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 Hear ye the gathering jbund ? 
 
 How the lute and harp rejoice, 
 'Mid the war of Oxen bound, 
 
 And the Lamb's bejeeching voice ! 
 
 This day both the Prince and Priejl 
 
 Will hold, at Salem's Jhrine, 
 A high and a haughty Feajl 
 
 Of Flejh and the ruddy Wine. 
 
 For a perilous hour is fled, 
 
 And the fear is vain at lajt, 
 Though foretold by Sages dead, 
 
 And Jworn by the Prophets pajl. 
 
 They Jaid that a mortal Birth 
 Even now would a Name unfold 
 
 That Jhould rule the wide wide earth, 
 And quench the Thrones of old. 
 
 But no Jbund, nor voice, nor word, 
 
 The tale of travail brings ; 
 Not an infant- cry is heard 
 
 In the Palaces of Kings. 
 
 BloJJbm and Branch are bare 
 
 On Jefle's Jlately Stem ; 
 So they bid Jwart Edom wear 
 
 Fallen IJrael's diadem 
 
 How they throng the cloijlered ground ! 
 
 'Mid Judah's Jhame and Jin ; 
 Hark to the trumpet Jbund, 
 
 Let the Sacrifice begin ! 
 
&fffnal# of 
 
 Signal the Second. 
 
 HERE is light on Hebron's towers ! 
 
 Day dawns o'er Jordan's Jlream, 
 
 And it floats where Bethlehem's bowers 
 Of the blejjed morning dream. 
 
 Yet it wakes no kingly halls, 
 
 It cleaves no purpled room, 
 The Jbft calm radiance falls 
 
 On a cavern's vaulted gloom 
 
 But there, where the Oxen rejl 
 When the weary day is done, 
 
 How that Maiden-Mother's Breajl 
 Thrills with her Awful SON ! 
 
 A Cave ! where the Fallings roam, 
 
 By the ruddy Heifer trod, 
 Yea, the Mountain's rifted home 
 
 Is the Birth-place of a GOD ! 
 
 This is He ! the myjlic Birth 
 By the Sign and Voice foretold ; 
 
 He Jhall rule the wide wide earth 
 And quench the Thrones of old ! 
 
 The CHILD of Judah's line, 
 The Son of Abraham's fame, 
 
 Arije, ye Lands ! and Jhine 
 
 With the Bkfled JESUS' Name. 
 
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 This is the glorious dawn ; 
 
 So fades the night of Jin ; 
 Lo ! the gloom of Death is gone, 
 
 Let the Sacrifice begin ! 
 
 Signal the Third. 
 
 \ O ! Watchman, what of the night ? 
 
 Tell ! Chrijlian Soldier, tell ! 
 Are Hebron's towers in Jight ? 
 
 Hajl thou watched and warded well ? 
 
 Yea, we have paced the wall 
 
 Till the Day-Jlar's glimmering birth, 
 And we breathed our trumpet-call 
 
 When the Junlight walked the earth. 
 
 What Jawejt thou with the dawn ? 
 
 Say ! Chrijlian Warder, fay ! 
 When the mijls of night were gone, 
 
 And the hills grew Jbft with day ? 
 
 We beheld the morning jwell 
 Bright o'er the eajlern Sea, 
 
 Till the rujhing junbeams fell 
 Where the wejlward Waters be ! 
 
 City and bulwark lay 
 
 Rich with the orient blaze ; 
 
 And rocks, at the touch of day, 
 Gave out a Jbund of praife ! 
 
152 <3E!)e Cm of 
 
 No hill remained in cloud, 
 
 There lurked no darkling glen ; 
 
 And the Light of GOD is loud 
 Upon every tongue of men ! 
 
 There Jhall never more be night 
 With this eternal Sun ! 
 
 There be Hebrons many in Jight, 
 And the Sacrifice is done ! 
 
 From an old Latin Poem. 
 
 jjHERE is afpot, of men believed to be 
 Earth's centre, and the place of Adam's 
 
 grave, 
 
 And here a Jlip that from a barren Tree 
 Was cut, Fruit Jweet and Jalutary gave 
 Yet not unto the tillers of the land ; 
 That blejjed Fruit was culled by other hand. 
 
 The Jhape and fajhion of the Tree attend : 
 From undivided Jlem at firjl it Jprung ; 
 
 Thence in two arms its branches did outfend, 
 Like jail-yards whence the flowing Jheet is hung, 
 
 Or as a yoke that in the furrow /lands, 
 
 When the tired Jleers are loojened from their bands. 
 
CJeCreeof life, 153 
 
 Three days the Jlip from which this Tree Jhould 
 
 fP rin g 
 Appeared as dead then fuddenly it bore, 
 
 (While earth and Heaven jlood awed and won- 
 dering) 
 
 Harvejl of vital Fruit ; the fortieth more 
 Beheld it touch Heaven's Jummit with its height. 
 And Jhroud its Jacred head in clouds of light. 
 
 Yet the fame while it did put forth below 
 Branches twice Jix, theje too with fruit 
 endued, 
 
 Which Jlretching to all quarters might bejiow 
 Upon all nations medicine and food, 
 
 Which mortal men might eat, and eating be 
 
 Sharers henceforth of Immortality. 
 
 But when another fifty days were gone, 
 
 A Breath Divine, a mighty Jlorm of Heaven 
 
 On all the Branches fwiftly lighted down, 
 To which a rich ne&areous tajle was given, 
 
 And all the heavy leaves that on them grew 
 
 Dijlilled henceforth a Jweet and Heavenly dew. 
 
 Beneath that Tree's great Jhadow on the plain 
 A Fountain bubbled up, whoje lymph Jerene 
 
 Nothing of earthly mixture might dijlain ; 
 Fountain Jo pure not anywhere was Jeen 
 
 In all the world, nor on whoje marge the earth 
 
 Put flowers of juch unfading beauty forth. 
 
154 dje Cree of Hife* 
 
 And thither did all people, young and old, 
 Matrons and Virgins, rich and poor, a crowd 
 
 Stream ever, who, whenas they did behold 
 
 Thoje branches with their golden Burden bowed, 
 
 Stretched forth their hands, and eager glances 
 threw 
 
 Toward the Fruit dijlilling that Jweet dew. 
 
 But touch they might not theje, much lejs allay 
 Their hunger, howjbe'er they might dejire, 
 
 Till the foul tokens of their former way 
 
 They had wajhed off, the dujl and fordid mire, 
 
 And cleanjed their bodies in that holy Wave, 
 
 Able from every jpot and Jlain to Jave. 
 
 But when within their mouths they had received 
 
 Of that immortal Fruit the gujl Divine, 
 Straight of all Jicknejs were their Souls relieved, 
 The weak grew Jlrong ; and tajks they did 
 
 decline 
 
 As overgreat for them they Jhunned no more, 
 And things they deemed they could not bear they 
 bore. 
 
 But woe, alas ! Jbme daring to draw near 
 That facred Stream, did prefently retire, 
 
 Drew wholly back again, and did not fear 
 To Jlain themjelves in all their former mire, 
 
 That Fruit rejeSing from their mouths again, 
 
 Not any more their Medicine, but their bane. 
 
SLn (Dbt of S^anjont on tlje jjJatitut^ 155 
 
 Oh blejOfed they, who not withdrawing Jb, 
 
 Firjl in that Fountain make them pure and fair, 
 
 And who from thence unto the Branches go, 
 With Power upon the Fruitage hanging there : 
 
 Thence by the Branches of the lofty Tree 
 
 Afcend to Heaven The Tree of Life oh, fee ! 
 
 Sin jflD&e of St^anjom on 
 
 f S when from off Jbme precipice 
 
 A mafs of rock goes founding, 
 O'er long and Jleep declivity 
 
 From mountain fummit bounding ; 
 O'er crags and hollows leaping, 
 A courfe rejijllefs keeping, 
 
 It Jlrikes the dale, and Jlays ; 
 
 And where it jlopped, immoveable 
 
 Its bulk inert remaineth 
 Acrofs the lapfe of centuries, 
 
 And never more regaineth 
 Its former lofty Jlation, 
 If gracious ordination 
 
 The fallen Jhall not raife : 
 
 So lay the wretched progeny 
 
 Of man, that by tranfgrejjlon 
 Had braved an Anger Infinite 
 
 When under that opprejjion 
 
156 an 2DUe of St^anjoni on 
 
 The nethermojl of evil 
 He reached, and from its level 
 Could rear his neck no more. 
 
 Who then among the inheritors 
 Of malijbn from Heaven 
 
 Durjl move the far-off Holy ONE 
 That they might be forgiven ? 
 
 Who made new Leagues eternal ? 
 
 Who forced the Foe infernal 
 His prizes to rejlore ? 
 
 Behold ! a CHILD is born for us ; 
 
 A SON to us is granted : 
 If but His Eyelid quivereth 
 
 The hojls of Hell are daunted : 
 His Hand to man He tenders, 
 He raijes him to fplendours 
 Beyond his former lot. 
 
 From Palace-courts ethereal 
 A Fountain is descending, 
 
 And through the fijjures briary 
 Its living Jlream extending : 
 
 Trunks are with honey flowing, 
 
 And flowers there are blowing 
 Where life or jap was not. 
 
 O SON, to Whofe Original 
 No age an epoch Jetteth, 
 
 Eternal, Whom the Eternal ONE 
 Like unto Him begetteth, 
 
ott rtje ^latiijftp. 157 
 
 Who art, Whofe Comprehenjion 
 Exceeds the world's extenfion, 
 
 Whofe Word the world hath made 
 
 Didjl Thou Thyfelf humiliate 
 
 To wear this nature earthy ? 
 What excellence could render it 
 
 Of Jo much Bounty worthy ? 
 O Thy deep Counjels grounded 
 On Mercy, what unbounded 
 
 CompaJJion they displayed ! 
 
 This Day He's born : to Ephrathah 
 That place foretold, the Maiden, 
 
 The Glory unto Ifrael, 
 
 With Him ajcended laden : 
 
 She to the Same doth owe Him, 
 
 Who promifed to bejlow Him 
 
 Thence, when He comes on earth. 
 
 The Mother incomparable 
 
 In Swaddling clothes enlaced Him 
 
 Of poorejl Jbrt, and tenderly 
 
 Within the Manger placed Him : 
 
 Then worjhipped, O the greatly 
 
 Favoured, That GOD That lately 
 From her pure Jelf had birth. 
 
 The MeJJenger Angelical, 
 
 That had to bear to mortals 
 Thefe wondrous tidings, halted not 
 
 At rich or great men's portals : 
 
158 Sin flD&e of 9anjom on tlje 
 
 But Shepherds world-negleSed 
 And fervent he reJpeSed ; 
 
 And Jhowed a Judden blaze, 
 
 In which, around him clujlering 
 From all the nighted region, 
 
 They Jaw Celejlial Minijlers, 
 A flying, flaming Legion, 
 
 That in their Heavenly meajure, 
 
 And fired with zeal and pleajure, 
 
 Were heard to Jing GOD'S Praife. 
 
 Returning to the Firmament 
 
 They ceajed not from their jinging, 
 
 Which through the clouds was ijjuing 
 Fainter and fainter ringing ; 
 
 Till higher yet ajcended 
 
 The Jacred Hymns, and ended 
 For thofe Believers' ears. 
 
 Now rije the watchers fortunate, 
 And feek without delaying 
 
 For that abode of poverty, 
 
 Which well they find displaying 
 
 The Truth foretold, where Jwaddled 
 
 And in the Manger cradled 
 
 The LORD of Heaven appears. 
 
 Sleep, Heavenly BABE, Jleep quietly : 
 No Jlorms jhall murmur o'er Thee, 
 
 That went like Thy Van-cavalry 
 O'er guilty earth before Thee, 
 
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 Let Jlumber Jlill pqflefs Thee, 
 And waking not dijlrefs Thee, 
 
 Nor weeping gall Thine Eye. 
 
 Sleep, Heavenly ONE : the multitudes 
 Have heard not yet Thy Story, 
 
 But they Jhall be Thy Heritage 
 Hereafter and Thy Glory ; 
 
 And in abode Jo lowly, 
 
 And hid in dujl, their holy 
 Lawgiver Jhall dejcry. 
 
 Thou gave/I me no Kifs. 
 
 IHOU gavejl me no Kijs, 
 JESUS, my Majler, oft I fadly thought ! 
 Perchance Thou choojejl to be found 
 
 unjbught 
 
 And I was ever Jeeking ! Yet in this 
 Methought, I cannot change ; and Jhould I mijs 
 Thee on Thy Way, yet there I will abide 
 JAnd track Thy Foot-prints to the dark Jlream's 
 Jide. 
 
 Thou gavejl unto me 
 No Sign ! I knew no loving Secret told 
 As oft to men beloved, and I mujl hold 
 
160 
 
 My peace when theje would Jpeak of converfe 
 
 high; 
 
 Yet would I, JESUS, Majler, Jlill be nigh 
 When theje would fpeak, and in the words rejoice 
 Of them who lijlen to the Bridegroom's Voice. 
 
 Thou gavejl unto me 
 No goodly Gift, no Pearl of price untold, 
 No Signet ring, no Ruby Jhut in gold, 
 No Chain about my neck to wear for pride, 
 For love no Token in my breajl to hide ; 
 Yea ! theje perchance from out my carelejs hold 
 Had jlipped ; perchance Jbme robber Jhrewd am 
 
 bold 
 
 Had jhatched them from me ! So Thou didjl pro- 
 vide 
 
 For me, my Majler kind, from day to day, 
 And in this world, Thine Inn, thou badjl me Jla; 
 And faidejl, " What thou Jpendejl, I will pay." 
 
 I never heard Thee jay, 
 " Bring forth the Robe for this My Son, the bejl ! " 
 Thou gavejl not to me as unto guejl 
 Approved, a fejlal Mantle rich and gay ; 
 Still Jinging, ever Jinging, in the cold 
 Thou leavejl me without Thy Door to Jlay, 
 And the night draweth on, the Day is old, 
 And Thou hajl never Jaid, " Come in, My Friend :" 
 Yet once, yea ! twice, methinks. Thy Love did I 
 Jend 
 
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 A Jecret Mejfage, " BleJJed unto the end 
 Are they that love and they that Jlill endure :" 
 JESUS, my SAVIOUR, take to Thee Thy poor, 
 Take home Thy humble Friend ! 
 
 Declenfion and Revival. 
 
 IE to thy root, Jweet Flower ! 
 
 If Jo GOD wills, die even to thy root, 
 I Live there awhile an uncomplaining, mute 
 Blank life, with darknejs wrapped about thy head. 
 Oh, fear not for the Jilence round thee Jpread ; 
 This is no Grave, though thou among the dead 
 Be counted, but the Hiding-place of Power : 
 Die to thy root, Jweet Flower ! 
 
 Spring from thy root, Jweet Flower ! 
 When Jo GOD wills, Jpring even from thy root ; 
 Send through the earth's warm breajt a quickened 
 
 Jhoot, 
 
 Spread to the Junjhine, Jpread unto the Jliower, 
 And lift into the Junny air thy dower 
 Of bloom and odour ; life is on the plains 
 And in the woods a found of birds and rains 
 That Jing together ; lo ! the winter's cold 
 Is pajl, Jweet Jcents revive, thick buds unfold. 
 I Be thou, too, willing in the Day of Power ; 
 Spring from thy root, Jweet Flower ! 
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162 
 
 Death. 
 
 \ N Spring the green leaves Jhoot, 
 
 In Spring the blojfoms fall, 
 With Summer falls the fruit, 
 The leaves in Autumn fall ; 
 Contented from the bough 
 They drop ; leaves, blojjbms now 
 And ripened fruit, the warm earth takes them 
 all. 
 
 Thus all things ajk for rejt, 
 A Home above, a Home beneath the jbd : 
 
 The Sun will feek the Wejl, 
 
 The Bird will feek its nejl, 
 
 The Heart another Breajl 
 Whereon to lean ; the Spirit feeks its GOD. 
 
 Vefpers. 
 
 I have faid my quiet jay, 
 When I have Jung my little Jong, 
 How fweetly, fweetly dies the day 
 The valley and the hill along ; 
 How fweet the Summons " Come away" 
 That calls me from the bufy throng ! 
 
 I thought bejlde the water's flow 
 Awhile to lie beneath the leaves ; 
 
 I thought in Autumn's harvejl glow 
 To rejl my head upon the jheaves ; 
 
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 But, lo ! methinks the day was brief 
 And cloudy ; flower, nor fruit, nor leaf 
 I bring and yet accepted, free, 
 And blejl, my LORD, I come to Thee. 
 
 What matter now for promife lojl, 
 
 Through blajl of Spring or Summer rains ? 
 What matter now for purpoje crojjed, 
 
 For broken hopes and wajled pains ; 
 What if the Olive little yields, 
 
 What if the Grape be blighted ? Thine 
 The Corn upon a thoujand fields, 
 
 Upon a thoujand hills the Vine. 
 
 Thou lovejl Jlill the Poor ; oh, blejl 
 
 In poverty beloved to be ! 
 Lejs lowly is my choice confejjed, 
 
 I love the rich in loving Thee ! 
 My Spirit bare before Thee Jlands ; 
 
 I bring no gift, I ajk no Jign ; 
 I come to Thee with empty hands 
 
 The Jurer to be filled from Thine. 
 
 51 Heffenti of &, 
 
 LL of you Jhall jbon forfake Me One 
 
 already hath betrayed 
 So the LORD addrejQTed His loved Ones ; 
 only One an anfwer made. 
 
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 of &, 
 
 Simon Peter, Jelf-reliant, yet the Jlrongejl in the 
 
 Faith, 
 Anfwered Majler, I go with Thee both to prijbn 
 
 and to death. 
 
 Soon, too jbon, he rued that anfwer ! Now, by 
 
 GOD'S great Mercy blejl, 
 Clings he clofer to the SAVIOUR thrice denied, yet 
 
 thrice confejfed. 
 
 And for Him Who knoweth all things, knows he 
 loves Him, will he keep 
 
 Until death that lajl Injunction, CHRIST'S Com- 
 mand, to feed His Sheep. 
 
 Toils he on with patient labour through the work 
 
 and wail of years, 
 But though Jlill in CHRIST rejoicing, jheds he 
 
 Jlill repentant tears. 
 
 Still whene'er the bird of morning, ere the day 
 
 break, founds his call, 
 Up S. Peter at the jummons rijes kneels to 
 
 weep his fall. 
 
 So, though holiejl afpirations on life's work our 
 
 hearts may fix, 
 Still the tears of deep contrition with the noblejt 
 
 aims mujl mix. 
 
 Now at length, his mijjion ended, in a prijbn he 
 mujl lie, 
 
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 Where the foes he braved have thrown him, cap- 
 tive, and condemned to die. 
 
 But the brave and faithful Servant, eager yet to 
 
 work for all, 
 Cannot rejl in patient waiting 'neath that dreary 
 
 dungeon-wall. 
 
 Stealthily he leaves his prifon in the Jilence of 
 
 the night, 
 Though no Angel now attends him Jent from 
 
 Heaven to aid his flight : 
 
 Yet the majjive gates of iron yield unto his 
 
 trembling hands 
 What is this ? Can fight deceive him ? CHRIST, 
 
 his LORD, before him Jlands. 
 
 Joy and wonder overwhelming, heart and head 
 
 before Him bow, 
 Scarce his lips can form the quejlion Majler, 
 
 whither goejl Thou ? 
 
 Falls the hope that erjl had thrilled him, CHRIST 
 
 with him might there abide 
 Peter, I to Rome am wending ; there, I mujl be 
 
 crucified ! 
 
 Then, as once when at Emmaus in the Breaking 
 
 of the Bread, 
 He before His two Dijciples fpake the Word and 
 
 vanijhed, 
 
i66 Si Hegenti of &, 
 
 So e'en now He fpake to Simon, fpake, and 
 
 vanijhed at the Word, 
 Leaving him transfixed in wonder at the tidings 
 
 he had heard. 
 
 Ponders he Though He redeemed us by His 
 
 Death of Jhame and pain, 
 Though Jubdued is Death's dominion mujl He 
 
 Juffer all again ? 
 
 No ! 'Twas once for all He Juffered, by His 
 
 Death to make us free ; 
 But His Followers Jlill may bear Him : He mujl 
 
 die again in me. 
 
 I who late have left my prijbn, feared to Juffer for 
 
 His Name, 
 Have I thus again denied Him ? Coward fpirit ! 
 
 blujh for Jhame. 
 
 Have I then in deed belied Him, fpurned the holy 
 
 Truth's defence ? 
 .Oh, the aS of Jinful weaknejs ! Satan! Tempter! 
 
 get thee hence. 
 
 Now, O LORD, would I confejs Thee with no 
 
 Jelf-confiding breath ; 
 LORD, I love Thee : take me with Thee both to 
 
 prijbn and to death. 
 
 Humbled, yet in hope exultant, Jlricken, yet of 
 fear bereft, 
 
SI 3LeffentJ of &, Peter. 167 
 
 Turns he back a willing captive to the dungeon 
 he had left. 
 
 With the iron chain they bind him, bear him 
 
 prijbner into Rome : 
 Ah ! they little reck they lead him unto his 
 
 eternal Home. 
 
 One more ViSim Jlands bejide him, fellow-witnejs 
 
 to the Faith, 
 Who, for love of his Dear SAVIOUR, will endure 
 
 the pains of death. 
 
 Saints of GOD he persecuted till he heard his 
 
 Majler's Call, 
 
 I Then with holy Zeal he laboured more abundantly 
 than all. 
 
 Now before the Crojs S. Peter Jlands confejjing 
 
 bold and free, 
 Speaks the thought that jeethes within him Is 
 
 this privilege for me ? 
 
 I No ! myfelf I will not liken to the LORD Whom 
 
 once I Jpurned ; 
 
 Of His Death I am not worthy ; downward let 
 my head be turned. 
 
 Thus he Juffers yet, who knoweth what Divine 
 
 Support is nigh ? 
 Who Jhall Jay what golden Vijions float before 
 
 that clojing eye ? 
 
i68 sin Cafter Carol* 
 
 Who Jhall guejs what inward rapture Jlays that 
 
 Jhort and gajping breath, 
 While the pallid brow is moijlened with the chilly 
 
 dews of Death ? 
 
 Who Jhall doubt, the warfare over, on his Majter's 
 
 Breajl he lies ; 
 Face to face doth there confejs Him 'mid the Joys 
 
 of Paradife ! 
 
 SLn (Eaftei; Carot 
 
 jjHEY bound him well in the dungeon 
 
 cell, 
 
 His father's bejl-loved Jon, 
 And the iron dole into Jojeph's Jbul 
 Its bitter way hath won : 
 But faith and truth have gained him ruth 
 
 And loojed the tyrant's chain, 
 And the exile lone to Egypt's throne 
 
 From prijbn comes to reign. 
 The SON of the FATHER, Almighty to Jave, 
 Was laid for three days in the heart of the grave, 
 But the fetters which held Him no longer may 
 
 bind, 
 And He reigneth to-day over ranjbmed mankind. 
 
 He laid him down in Gaza town, 
 
 The forceful Nazarite, 
 
 And the heathen guard kept watch and ward 
 To Jlay him at morning-light : 
 
Sin (Eatter CaroL 169 
 
 flBut at midnight he roje from the midjl of his foes, 
 
 No longer would he Jtay, 
 And to Hebron's hill of his own Jlrong will 
 
 He carried their gates away. 
 The Nazarene Captive Whom Hell had enjhared, 
 i Around Whom the hojls of the Evil One glared, 
 I Hath gone from among them in conquering Jlate, 
 I And broken in pieces their bars and their gate. 
 
 O now His rolling chariot wheels 
 
 Lead bound captivity, 
 And where His Prejence He reveals 
 
 His people bow the knee. 
 He takes to Him a priejlly Bride, 
 And He Himjelf is glorified, 
 
 And clad in white and gold : 
 He Jitteth on the royal feat, 
 And all the nations at His Feet 
 
 Lay tribute manifold. 
 
 The riddle erewhile Jpoken, 
 
 May now be read with eaje, 
 The Jlaughtered lion's token, 
 
 The honey and the bees. 
 To-day in full completeness 
 
 The myjtery Jlands good, 
 Since from the Jlrong comes SweetneJ*s, 
 
 And from the eater, Food. 
 
 Hearken to Him as He comes in His Might, 
 Monarch of monarchs, viftorious in fight : 
 
1 70 I}ui proceMg ab 
 
 Speaks He in anger, the Jmner to blame ? 
 Speaks He in Jbrrow, the dajlard to Jhame ? 
 With no reproach for blindnejs 
 
 He meets His own to-day, 
 In perfeS Loving-kindnejs 
 
 Thus only will He Jay 
 The winter time away is pajl, the rain is gone 
 
 and o'er, 
 The flow' rets bloom again at lajl, the birds are 
 
 heard once more, 
 And in our land we lijl afrejh the cooing of the 
 
 dove, 
 The figs and vines are green and lu/h, O come 
 
 away, My Love ! 
 
 <Dui procetutf ab flfttroque, 
 
 A Sequence of Adam of S. Viftor to the Holy Spirit. 
 
 HOU from FATHER, SON, proceeding, 
 Sanclify our praije and pleading, 
 
 PARACLETE, enthroned above ; 
 Lips of Inspiration lend us, 
 And rejponjive ardours fend us 
 
 To Thine own rich flames of Love. 
 
 Hail by FATHER, SON, beloved ! 
 Equal unto Each, approved 
 Peer of PerfeS DEITY ; 
 
i procetug ab JEtroque. 
 
 All things filling, all Jujlaining, 
 Warder of the Jlars, and reigning 
 Movelejs o'er the moving jky. 
 
 Light the clearejl, Light the dearejt, 
 Who our inward darknejs cheerejl 
 
 With Thy cloud-dijfolving Ray : 
 By Thine Advent men are mended, 
 Sin departs, her empire ended, 
 
 And Jin's rujl is wiped away. 
 
 Knowledge of the Truth Thou Jbwejt ; 
 Thou the road of Jujlice Jhowejl, 
 
 And the pleajant paths of Peace : 
 Far from hearts perverfe Thou fliejl, 
 But, where Goodnejs is, Juppliejl 
 
 Accejs to Thy Myjleries. 
 
 Nothing dark where Thou explainejl ; 
 Nothing foul where Thou remainejl ; 
 
 Thy pervading Prejence bright 
 Wakes exultant Spirit-voices ; 
 Conscience feelingly rejoices 
 
 In the clcannejs of Thy Light. 
 
 Thou canjl render heart-jlrings tender, 
 And expellejl, where Thou dwellejl, 
 
 Clouds of heaviness and gloom : 
 Flaming ever, burning never, 
 Hallowed fires from pain deliver 
 
 Human Souls, where Thou dojl come. 
 
3ktu ptocelug ab 
 
 Intellects that erewhile Jlumbered, 
 With a deadening crujl encumbered, 
 
 Quicken in Thy glorious Light : 
 Into Speech-divine Thou mouldejt 
 Tongues, and lovingly upholdejl 
 
 Hearts made ready for the right. 
 
 Help of Souls for Juccour groaning, 
 Comforter of mourners moaning, 
 
 Refuge of the fi iendlejs poor, 
 Teach us to cajl off the leaven 
 Of this earth : to Thine own Heaven 
 
 Every erring love rejlore ; 
 Clear from taint what wrong hath blighted, 
 Reconcile the disunited, 
 
 Be our Jafeguard evermore ! 
 
 Thou who once, in vijitation, 
 Strength and lofty Conjblation 
 
 To Thy trembling Church didjl Jend, 
 Vifit, if it be Thy Pleajure, 
 Even us, and in like meajure 
 
 All who at Thine Altars bend. 
 
 Equal Majejty and Power 
 Stand the everlajling Dower 
 
 Of the GODHEAD THREE in ONE : 
 Thou, the Third, art rightly reckoned 
 Equal with the Firjl and Second ; 
 
 Ordered Jcale exijleth none. 
 
173 
 
 Wherefore, in Thy mighty Prejence, 
 Sharer of the FATHER'S Ejjence, 
 
 Humbly do Thy Servants Jiie : 
 We to GOD the FATHER ever 
 And to GOD the SON deliver 
 
 And to Thee our praijes due. 
 
 &ntfpf)on& 
 
 O Sapient la. 
 
 THOU, the EJential WISDOM, Who 
 
 dojl proceed 
 
 Eternal from the Eternal, in the Breajl 
 Of the Great FATHER dwelling, ever 
 
 blejt, 
 
 Firjl Cauje of all, and Crown of time's lajl deed ! 
 Love's Sovereign purpoje Jhines in Thee decreed 
 Through void of ages making manifejl, 
 In meajured Might harmonioujly exprejjed, 
 The unjeen Infinite, which does all things lead. 
 Come! Quickly come! Thy Touch bids WISDOM 
 
 A Jlream of Grace from Nature's barren rock, 
 To jpread rich pajlures for Thy wandering Flock. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! enable us to bring 
 Thanks meet for Heaven, to be accepted there : 
 Thy WISDOM crowns us, if Thy Grace we Jhare. 
 
174 
 
 O Adonai. 
 
 THOU who ever rulejl IJrael's Race 
 
 With Love Jlill pledged to Abraham's 
 
 faithful prayer : 
 
 In Sinai's bujh, the Flame revealed Thy Care : 
 Thy Voice gives Light which clouds can ne'er 
 
 efface. 
 
 Thy WORD calls forth a people full of Grace : 
 Why doubt we Thy Commands ? Thy Might we 
 
 bear, 
 Called from earth's chains Thy Laws pure robes to 
 
 wear : 
 Cleanfed in Thy Name, we claim the children's 
 
 place. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! Through Jin's foul touch 
 
 we pine : 
 
 And dijobedience, wailing o'er her dead, 
 Finds pleasures wither wherefo'er Jhe tread. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! Jlretch forth the Arm 
 
 Divine ! 
 
 In years of grief Obedience didjl Thou learn : 
 Redeemed Obedience waits for Thy Return. 
 
 O Radix JeJJe. 
 
 
 |3 THOU, the Root of Jejje ! Many an age 
 Z Has trampled down Thy Stock with heed- 
 lejs mood ! 
 
Sltitient &nttpf)cm& 175 
 
 Yet was GOD'S Truth Thy Guard : and aye, 
 
 renewed, 
 
 Thy Bloom jhall cheer earth's briar-grown or- 
 phanage : 
 
 Kings Jhall fall projlrate and forget their rage, 
 In Jilence by Thy fragrant Power Jubdued : 
 Nations jhall flock to Thy blejl jblitude, 
 And claim in prayer GOD'S promijed Heritage. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! jpread wide Thy Jhelter- 
 
 ing Grace ! 
 
 Meek violets fed with tears are all our wealth : 
 Love brings Thee all, and Jeeks Thy balmy 
 
 Health. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! Let Hope's imprijbned 
 
 race 
 
 Rife free and vigorous, tajting Thy Jo ft Gale, 
 And Love's bright form outjhine Time's cloudy 
 veil! 
 
 Clavis David. 
 
 THOU That bearejl David's wondrous 
 
 Key, 
 
 The Sceptre of united IJrael ! 
 No foe Jhall enter where Thy Saints Jhall dwell : 
 Heaven's gates unfold their blijs to none but Thee : 
 Men murmur at Thy Voice, but Thy Decree, 
 Supreme in Power each Jlubborn heart to quell, 
 Builds here on earth the Saintly citadel 
 To Jliine with Thine own Self for ever free. 
 
176 t&bt &Dt)ent 
 
 
 Come ! Quickly come ! Jin Jhall be ours no more, 
 Safe in Thy Sanctity ! when Jcorners fly 
 Shut out in darknefs, hope and fear Jhall die. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! through Thee, Heaven's 
 
 myjlic door, 
 
 For Death's dark exile gain we GOD'S true Light, 
 For /pace-bound Jenfe, exijlence infinite. 
 
 O Or I ens. 
 
 THOU, the central Orb of righteous Love, 
 
 Rijing in fulnefs of Eternal Light 
 On this our wintry world ! Thy Radiance bright 
 Wakes the glad Jhout of Faith ! Hope dwells 
 
 above ; 
 
 Thy Saints with holy lujlre round Thee move, 
 Stars of a new Creation, in the height 
 Of GOD'S ordaining Counfel, as Thy Sight 
 Gives meajured Grace to each, Thy Power to 
 
 prove. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! and let Thy Beams dij"- 
 
 perjfe 
 
 The lingering taint of primal Jin's defiling, 
 With kindling touch, transforming, reconciling. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! difpel fallen manhood's 
 
 curfe, 
 
 Till all our nature feels the eternal ray 
 In Fellowjhip Divine of J*potlejs Day 
 
Stotimt #ntipljong* 177 
 
 O Rex Gentium. 
 
 THOU, the King of Nations, throned 
 
 jupreme 
 
 On blijsful height of bounteous Providence, 
 The Long-deJIred, Long-promijed ! Man's offence 
 Broke off a world from GOD : do Thou redeem ! 
 Now glows Thy Majejly with nobler beam, 
 The Corner-Jlone of true Love's triumph, whence 
 The flajh of multiform Magnificence 
 Thrills through the jhrine of Life with jewelled 
 
 Jlreams ! 
 
 Come ! Quickly come ! our cold dark Jtains efface ! 
 Thy Breath to GOD'S pure Beauty raijed our clay: 
 Renewing Love jhall that fame Breath dijplay. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! raije up Thy new-born 
 
 race 
 
 From Jlumbrous apathy ! let Zeal confume 
 Each trace of earth, and Godlike gild the gloom. 
 
 O Emmanuel. 
 
 THOU, EMMANUEL, Who now dojl hide 
 In Subjlance of dependant Infancy 
 Thine All-Jufficing GODHEAD, Jinners flee, 
 Our King and SAVIOUR ! to Thy gentle Side. 
 Hence burjts the Fount of Manhood Deified, 
 Making us meet for GOD. O CHRIST, to Thee 
 The gathering of the nations jbon JTiall be, 
 
 N 
 
i;8 
 
 To own as Judge the SAVIOUR they denied. 
 Come ! Quickly come ! Bid their blind raging 
 
 ceafe, 
 
 Joy of Thy Saints and Terror of Thy foes ! 
 Arife to fave us and Thy Power difclofe ! 
 Come ! Quickly come ! Thy Prefence gives us 
 
 Peace ! 
 
 The bond of Saints Thy lonely Cradle brings, 
 And Hojls unfeen adore Thee King of kings. 
 
 1 HO would not burn withjlrong defire 
 To mount up with the favoured 
 
 three ? 
 Whate'er the height, whofe feet 
 
 would tire 
 
 On Tabor's top that fight to fee ? 
 Words are too faint 
 That fcene to paint ; 
 Language can give no fit narration 
 Of CHRIST our LORD'S Transfiguration. 
 
 Who were thofe chofen fons of men 
 
 Who climbed the path where JESUS led, 
 Who faw what baffles tongue or pen, 
 Who trod where Angels feared to tread ? 
 Bejl of the bejl 
 (Though good the rejl) 
 Of all the Twelve the fafejt, furejt, 
 The foremojl three, the brave/t, purejl. 
 
 
179 
 
 O pajs not by their honoured names ; 
 
 Peter the prompt to do and dare, 
 The loving John, the faithful James 
 
 Breathe with their LORD the mountain air. 
 But mountain air 
 And projpecl fair, 
 All, all are lojl in wondrous gazing 
 At JESUS' Form in brightnefs blazing. 
 
 For, while he prayed in accents low, 
 
 That Human Form became Divine ; 
 His Raiment glitters as the Jhow, 
 
 With Heavenly Glow His Features jhine, 
 Transfigured, bright, 
 White as the light. 
 
 But lo ! while bending they adore Him, 
 Two forms in Glory Jland before Him ; 
 
 Mojes the meek from Sinai's height 
 
 Who gave the Law 'mid thunders loud ; 
 Elias who in chariot bright 
 
 AJcending pierced the opening Cloud ; 
 The glorious two, 
 Now jent to view 
 JESUS the Radiance here rejuming, 
 Which erjl He wore, ere Man's jad dooming. 
 
 KBut not alone to view they came ; 
 High converfe with their LORD and ours 
 They held of Juffering, death, and Jhame, 
 Of triumph too o'er Satan's powers. 
 
i8o 
 
 But where are ye 
 
 Apojlles three ? 
 
 A dizzy dimnejs o'er them creeping, 
 They Jank awhile, unconfcious, jleeping. 
 
 Awaking jbon in wondering fear 
 
 Peter, his brethren's mouth-piece, cried 
 'Tis good, 'tis blejjed to be here, 
 
 Where, LORD, Thou deignejl to abide ; 
 With prayer and praije 
 Three Tents we'll raife ; 
 Three JlruSures, reared with labour pious, 
 For Thee, for Mojes, and Elias. 
 
 The random words ejcaped his tongue, 
 
 (For he and they were Jbre afraid) 
 Such Myjlic Wonders round him hung, 
 He Jcarce was conscious what he jaid. 
 While yet he fpoke 
 A bright Cloud broke 
 In overjhadowing gleams around them, 
 And from the Cloud theje Words ajlound them 
 
 This, This is My Beloved SON, 
 
 To Whom, well-pleajed, all Power I give ; 
 Hear Him (for He with Me is ONE) 
 And from His Lips learn how to live 
 Down to the ground 
 (As that high found 
 
 Pajfed from the Cloud, with tones o'erpowering) 
 The lijteners fell, in wonder cowering. 
 
 
181 
 
 How Jlrange their thoughts what tongue can jay? 
 
 Their terrors who can underjland ? 
 Till JESUS viewed them as they lay, 
 
 And touched them with a tender Hand 
 Arife, my Friends, 
 The Vifion ends ; 
 
 Arife (He cried) and fear no longer, 
 Arife with faith and courage Jlronger. 
 
 With wakened Jight in vain they ranged 
 
 The fainted Two again to fee ; 
 Alone with JESUS ! all is changed : 
 
 Yet found they all, Good LORD, in Thee ; 
 As down He led 
 Tell none (He faid) 
 
 This wondrous Scene, till from Death's prifon 
 The SON of MAN again is rifen. 
 
 Down from the Mount, frefh work of Love 
 
 Soon claimed the SAVIOUR'S healing Power ; 
 But John and James and Peter jlrove 
 
 With hearts more zealous from that hour, 
 To keep that Word 
 They now had heard 
 In folemn charge with rapt reflection 
 On Death, the Grave, the RefurreSion. 
 
l82 
 
 31 n 
 
 A Hymn for the Holy-Days of the Cburcb. 
 
 HE Chrijlian mujl on Holy-days 
 Abjlain from all unlawful ways ; 
 From things forbidden he mujl ceaje, 
 As hurtful to his Spirit's peace. 
 
 RepreJJing all dejires to roam, 
 The Mind mujl keep itjelf at home ; 
 And, earthly thoughts expelling thence, 
 Mujl bar the doors of flejh and Jenje. 
 
 Who fees not that Juch calm repoje 
 A concentrated power bejlows 
 To worjhip, on His glorious Throne, 
 The LORD, Who is our GOD alone ? 
 
 The Intellect, the Memory, 
 The Will, moreover, then Jo free, 
 With every faculty of Soul, 
 Mujl yield to His entire Controul. 
 
 We mujl rejoice alone in GOD, 
 And grieve to have provoked His Rod ; 
 And turn, with hope and holy fear, 
 His gentle Words of Love to hear. 
 
 His Influence let us realize ; 
 
 His Abfence fear ; His Prejence prize ; 
 
31 n 2Dfei)u0 Celebribu^ 183 
 
 To Him, whatever may happen, bring 
 Each adverje and each prosperous thing. 
 
 More deeply cherijhed be the thought 
 Of what our BleJJed LORD has wrought 
 In Gifts bejlowed, or claimed again ; 
 And what His Promises contain. 
 
 He has our numerous Jins forgiven ; 
 And, from His boundlefs Store in Heaven, 
 Our Souls, renewed in Righteoufnejs, 
 He will with endlejs Riches blejs. 
 
 The Gifts of Nature and of Grace 
 Our Souls mujl now in Jilence trace ; 
 Think on the wicked's doom of woe, 
 And what reward the Jujl Jhall know. 
 
 We mujl refleS what wondrous lojs 
 Our SAVIOUR Juffered on the Cro/s, 
 That we, redeemed from endlejs flame, 
 Might be rewarded in His Name. 
 
 So alfo, in this thoughtful jlate, 
 The mind mujl love to meditate 
 With what Jerene and glorious rejl 
 The Citizens of Heaven are blejl. 
 
 The very purpoje of this Day, 
 When Jervile works are put away, 
 Is that the Soul may uje her wings, 
 And rife to gaze on Heavenly things. 
 
1 84 g| n 3Dieiiugf 
 
 Thus let us now ajcend on high, 
 And pierce by faith the orient Jky ; 
 And fee the Saints' rich Joy and Love, 
 In the Jerusalem above. 
 
 With plenitude of Grace fupplied, 
 Their happy Souls are Jatisfied, 
 PoJJeJJed of all they wijhed below, 
 And freed from every mortal woe. 
 
 Within, without, and everywhere 
 Celejlial Glory fills them there ; 
 From GOD, their All, around them all 
 Rays of immortal Splendour fall. 
 
 In freedom there, through wondrous Grace, 
 They fee His Beauty Face to face ; 
 And, filled with rapture at the fight, 
 They love Him with intenfe delight. 
 
 From His blejl Countenance alone 
 The Light of Glory is their own : 
 The whole Celejlial Company 
 Hence gather all they wijh to be. 
 
 O happier far than tongue can tell 
 The blifsful City where they dwell, 
 And where, in purity, they fee 
 The Glory of the TRINITY ! 
 
 Hence all the radiance of the Jky, 
 With all its jbcial harmony : 
 
185 
 
 The Angels and the Saints above 
 Drink from one Fount of glorious Love. 
 
 To praije with all their Spirit's might 
 The FATHER of Eternal Light 
 Is all their aSion to be blejl 
 In Him for ever, all their rejl. 
 
 From this the thoughtful mind will Jee, 
 In rejl or movement, it mujt be, 
 Throughout the hours of Holy-days, 
 Devoted to JEHOVAH'S Praije. 
 
 \ 
 
 For Blejjings given while he lives, 
 For thoje which GOD in promije gives, 
 The Chrijlian now in lively Jong 
 
 praije the LORD with heart and tongue. 
 
 Who thus on holy Fejlival 
 Is free upon His GOD to call, 
 Knows bejl within himjelf the way 
 To celebrate a Holy-day. 
 
 To us this knowledge while we live, 
 King of Eternal Glory, give ; 
 Then we in Heaven Thy Name will praife 
 With Angels in immortal lays. 
 
i86 
 
 Cfjritf fjangmg on 
 
 [JOW with vivid defire 
 In thine accents of fire, 
 Voice in my Heart weeping, 
 
 A new meajure try ; 
 No longer lie Jleeping ; 
 He heareth on high. 
 
 Mid vain talking merely, 
 Dijlinguijhed mojl clearly 
 The words of emotion 
 
 Contrite and Jincere, 
 The Jong of devotion 
 
 He loveth to hear. 
 
 This Wood is the token 
 Of Faith never broken, 
 Of Love never told, 
 
 Faith crying to me 
 Draw near and behold 
 
 Where He hangeth for thee. 
 
 Here, fin ever hated 
 Thou hajl expiated, 
 Thou, Lamb ever purejt, 
 
 Of Jin's mijery 
 The burden endurejl, 
 
 Hope giving to me. 
 
Cfjriff fianfftng; on tyyfo+ 187 
 
 I living, adore Thee, 
 I loving, implore Thee, 
 Lamb ever fairejl, 
 
 Bejlow upon me, 
 Of all Gifts the rarejt, 
 
 A Heart turned to Thee. 
 
 Make calm by a Word, 
 This Heart tempejl-jlirred, 
 The guilt far removed, 
 
 May I cry unto Thee 
 I have finned, mojl Beloved, 
 
 Have pity on me. 
 
 Raife up cleanfed in brightnefs, 
 This Soul in Death's likenej*s, 
 Sublime and fet free 
 
 In Thy Goodnefs immenfe, 
 I groaning implore Thee 
 
 For true penitence. 
 
 If fully bejlowing 
 
 Thy Grace to overflowing, 
 
 Even here may the Spirit 
 
 Enraptured unfold 
 Her wings, to inherit 
 The Palace of gold. 
 
 Thou, blejed Salvation, 
 Dojl give invitation, 
 
To unending Pleafure 
 Dojl draw me above, 
 
 Where I beyond meafure 
 May joy in Thy Love. 
 
 Thus while I behold Thee, 
 Sweet Peace doth enfold me ; 
 I hope for the conquejl, 
 
 And ever to be 
 In the rapture of Rejl 
 
 Abiding in Thee. 
 
 Crofg* 
 
 1 1 LENT we rejled where a towering Crojs 
 On the dry fields of far Bavaria 
 
 jlands ; 
 
 And wide as man's illimitable lojs, 
 Its all-embracing arms, like Love, expands. 
 
 Upon the wondrous fixture drooping low 
 Its wooden weight, a Human Figure hung ! 
 
 That melancholy Form, I mark it now ; 
 
 That ghajlly Look, from dread endurance wrung. 
 
 Its Brow was crowned in mockery with thorn, 
 That dimmed its calm compofure all with Blood ; 
 
 So deep, Jo difficult the Pajfion borne, 
 
 That Juffering jeemed to fill the impajjive wood. 
 
189 
 
 Age had not yet its heavy honours hung 
 
 Upon that AJpeft meek, and Godlike Form ; 
 
 Youthful, not His the vigour of the young, 
 The foot to flee, or breajl to brave the jlorm 
 
 O great Example ! Juperhuman tie 
 
 Fajhioned in Heaven ! love-chant of many parts 
 By Angel chorus Jung, while glad reply 
 
 Echoes on earth from thoufand bleeding hearts ! 
 
 Ah matchlefs Beauty ! what compared to Thine 
 The chijelled grace of young Antinous' form ? 
 
 What wreath Jo graceful as the cruel fpine ? 
 Whatchijel like Heaven's dreadful anger-Jlorm ? 
 
 Still is that patient Head in love reclining 
 
 When evening hangs her Jilver lamps on high ; 
 
 And Jlill, when morning in the Eajl is Jhining, 
 That great white wondrous Figure marks the Jky. 
 
 No Rizpah wipes that cold and clammy Brow ; 
 
 No Jhield is thine againjl the fiery fun ; 
 Thou that o'erjhadowejl all, unfhaded Thou 
 
 Bear'Jl the great ills of the fallen world alone ! 
 
 Hard were it on Juch piSure long to gaze, 
 And not believe it Very CHRIST, to be 
 
 True Sun, though Jhooting through a mijl its rays ; 
 Dread Avatar, Incarnate DEITY. 
 
 And Memory treasures Jlill the mournful Figure ; 
 And Fancy opens wide her half-Jhut eye ; 
 
CcofjS, 
 
 And Faith herfelf recruits her failing vigour 
 At Jight of that immortal Conjlancy. 
 
 There Jlill It jlands : no friendly form is nigh ; 
 
 Only the way-worn Pilgrim kneeling down 
 With head reclined, but tearful upward eye, 
 
 Forgetting in that Sorrow all his own. 
 
 There through the changing year the Jlars look 
 
 forth, 
 
 And each above in jilent glory Jings ; 
 Both when the winter Jlrips the cold blue north, 
 And when the wejl wind jpreads its jummer 
 wings. 
 
 And jbmetimes haply as the pilgrim pajjes, 
 
 While the dark wind pipes loud, the jhadowy 
 Form 
 
 Seems all to jwell and jigh, while mournful majfes 
 Come through the paujes of the driving Jlorm 
 
 Peace to fuch thoughts 
 
 And yet be pardon mine, 
 If jbmetimes all too fondly I may fix 
 My penjive gaze where Love has jet her Jhrine, 
 Within thy blood-jlreaked boughs, myjlerious 
 Crucifix ! 
 
<3D quam (Blorfffcunu 
 
 An Ancient Latin Poem. 
 
 \ BLISS beyond telling, 
 
 To muje all alone, 
 When the Spirit is dwelling 
 
 Serene on its throne; 
 When the Bridegroom is near, 
 
 Difcerned through a glajs, 
 Where no Jhadows of fear 
 Cajl a gloom as they pajs. 
 
 Alas ! that this gladnefs 
 
 Comes jeldom, foon flies ; 
 O'erclouded by fadnejs 
 
 It fades and it dies : 
 For life till the end 
 
 Is a wearijbme Jlrife, 
 And Man mujl contend 
 
 Againjl ills that are rife. 
 
 Lo ! Sin is prevailing, 
 
 And waxes more bold ; 
 While Love unavailing 
 
 Grows faithlejs and cold. 
 From far and from near 
 
 Comes the Foe with a jhout : 
 Within there is fear ; 
 
 There are fightings without. 
 
3D quam d5loriftcum+ 
 
 Oh ! why 'mid my jbrrow 
 
 Are gleams thus allowed, 
 Which the grief of to-morrow 
 
 Shall veil in its Jhroud ? 
 What is life at the bejl 
 
 But a burden of care, 
 With Jeldom a rejl 
 
 From the weight of dejpair ? 
 
 Speck in creation, 
 
 How can'Jl thou complain, 
 Though jbre thy probation 
 
 Of Jbrrow and pain ? 
 Forgetting that life 
 
 Is no Jeajbn of eaje, 
 But of watching and Jlrife, 
 
 Till the battle Jhall ceaje. 
 
 As gold is made purer 
 
 By trial of flame, 
 My Son, Jo grows Jurer 
 
 Thy faith in My Name. 
 
 1 chajtije whom I love, 
 
 It is writ in My Word, 
 Nor are Servants above 
 The lot of their LORD. 
 
 Say, hajl thou forgotten, 
 How all My Life long, 
 
 I, the ONLY-BEGOTTEN, 
 Bore anguijh and wrong ? 
 
flD quam (Blorificum* 193 
 
 How I wandered forlorn, 
 
 With no place of repoje, 
 No Jhelter from Jcorn 
 
 In My manifold Woes ? 
 
 Be patient ; be lowly ; 
 
 And Jo Jhalt thou be 
 In feature more wholly 
 
 Made like unto Me, 
 Who came from on high, 
 
 True GOD and True LORD, 
 To live and to die 
 
 Defpijed and abhorred. 
 
 And Jhe, as thou knowejl, 
 
 From whom is My Birth, 
 Was counted the lowejl 
 
 And leajl upon earth ; 
 Was proved and was tried 
 
 By a chajlijement jbre, 
 But is now glorified 
 
 And exalted the more. 
 
 Thofe whom I hold dearejl 
 
 I chajlen and prove 
 By trials Jeverejt 
 
 The Jign of My Love : 
 By the jharpnejs of pain 
 
 Their faith is made jure, 
 Till the joys they attain 
 
 That for ever endure. 
 
i94 3D quam (Klorificunu 
 
 The poor and the lowly 
 
 Find grace in My Eyes, 
 While all the unholy 
 
 And proud I dejpije : 
 In the world they have fame 
 
 And renown for a day, 
 But are covered with Jhame 
 
 When I fpurn them away. 
 
 Oh ! could'Jl thou but ponder 
 
 The Joys of the Blejl, 
 Thou never would'Jl wonder, 
 
 Though Jbrely dijlrejl, 
 In hope to attain 
 
 The Joys that are Jlored 
 For thoje who bear pain 
 
 And reproach for their LORD. 
 
 For nought can'Jl thou tender 
 
 More dear to thy LORD 
 Than thus to jurrender 
 
 Thyfelfto His Word: 
 With never a moan 
 
 All thy Jufferings bear ; 
 Bring thoje to His Throne, 
 
 As thine Offering there. 
 
 When all things are beaming 
 With peace and delight, 
 
 There are whofe fair Jeeming 
 Proves falje in the fight : 
 
flD quam (Blorificum, 195 
 
 When Juccours are few, 
 
 In the moment of need, 
 'Tis Jhewn who are true, 
 
 And who faithlejs indeed. 
 
 Too often Man choojes 
 
 To own Jin's control ; 
 Then Jweet are the ufes 
 
 Of pain to the Soul : 
 For this is the way 
 
 That My Servants have trod 
 To the Realm far away, 
 
 To the Courts of their GOD. 
 
 OJnsu, Thy SPIRIT, 
 
 I pray Thee, impart, 
 That I may inherit 
 
 This patience of heart : 
 And in every woe 
 
 Enable me Jlill 
 Chief Jblace to know 
 
 In doing Thy Will. 
 
 Thus nearer, oh ! nearer, 
 
 LORD, draw me to Thee ; 
 And make Thy Crofs dearer 
 
 Than all things to me : 
 By Thee let me Jland 
 
 In Thy Torture and Shame 
 By Thee 'mid the Band 
 
 That rejoice in Thy Name ! 
 
196 after tfje Cartljqua&e a 
 
 To Thee, UNBEGOTTEN, 
 
 Creator of all, 
 To Thee, SOLE-BEGOTTEN, 
 
 Who hearejl our call, 
 To Thee, SPIRIT Blejl, 
 
 THREE PERSONS ONE LORD, 
 Be praijes addrejl 
 
 With eternal accord ! 
 
 tlje (Eartfiquafee a fetfll >mail Iloice. 
 
 f OME ! let us wander by the Jilent beach 
 Of this our mimic lake or inland jea, 
 Type of the Haven where our Souls 
 
 would be, 
 
 And learn the lejjbns which its waters teach, 
 As all GOD'S voicelejs Creatures uje to preach. 
 
 We need not travel to the Holy Land, 
 To trace the jacred print of JESUS' Feet, 
 Where, without ebb or flow, the wavelets beat 
 
 With myjlic murmur o'er the level /and 
 
 Of Galilee's world-venerated jlrand. 
 
 Sweet are the Fountains of fair Jordan's Lake, 
 Bitter the ocean-jprings of yon Sea-bay ; 
 O'er both, mojl bright, mojl blue, the Jun-gleams 
 
 While fitful breezes Jblemn echoes wake, 
 And oft the encircling crags in terror quake. 
 
femall (Hofce. 197 
 
 GOD'S Voice is heard in thunder underground; 
 The rumbling, reeling earth, man's lajl Jble jlay, 
 Labours with gape and heave to roll away ; 
 The Jeething billows, one huge tidal mound, 
 Pour their volcanic torrent far around. 
 
 Woe to Bethjaida ! to Chorazin woe ! 
 
 Sad dirge of men's hearts failing them for fear 
 At roaring Jea and waves thy doom is near ; 
 
 Repent, or elje expecl thine overthrow ; 
 
 Though high as Heaven, as Hell thou Jhalt Jink 
 low. 
 
 Then all is calm and Jmiling as before ; 
 The river cleaves the interlacing hills 
 With gentle flow, made mujical by rills 
 From yonder Jhowy peak's perennial Jlore, 
 Where many a grajjy Jleep o'erhangs the Jhore. 
 
 And many a Ti-palm, many a tufted bujh 
 
 With blojjbms glimmering red through pendant 
 
 leaves 
 
 Of creeping parajltes, a garland weaves ; 
 And giant trunks their fejlooned branches pujh 
 Above the tangled jcrub and feathery rujh. 
 
 And many a Fern-tree rears its lofty crejl, 
 Embowering leafy nooks of paler green 
 Than the deep umbrage of the forejl jcreen, 
 Where birds of varied plumage jhun their nejl 
 To bajk in that fweet funny realm of rejl. 
 
i9 8 after tlje 
 
 Their notes, like Jilver chimes, fill all the grove 
 With modulated mujic, rich and clear, 
 Cheering the lonely fijher on the mere, 
 Or where his net upon the rock is hove, 
 While fportive Jhoals glance harmlefs through 
 the cove. 
 
 Here JESUS might have fed the famijhed hojl ; 
 
 Here wrought the Miracle of frantic jwine ; 
 
 On yonder Mount, Transfigured, Jhone Divine ; 
 O'er yon calm waters roamed from coajl to coajl, 
 Or hujhed them with His Word, when tempejt-tojl. 
 
 The Gojpel is not written in a book, 
 
 A tale that may be read and then forgot ; 
 Its work of Love and Truth endureth yet, 
 
 Or in the Jilence of this dejert nook, 
 
 Or in the bufy hum we late forjbok. 
 
 JESUS is everywhere, is very nigh ; 
 
 The Holy Land is in us and around ; 
 
 Grace blends with Nature, Earth with Heaven 
 
 profound ; 
 
 To them of loving heart and Jingle eye 
 Deep Sacraments all Creatures underlie. 
 
 Whojb is wife, like JESUS' Self, will blend 
 The ASive with the Contemplative Life ; 
 Leave for awhile the city's cares and Jlrife, 
 In /blitude his proud heart's knee to bend, 
 And in the wildernejs jeek One True Friend. 
 
%ty C&ree (Enemies 199 
 
 In calm or Jlorm, in Junjhine or in Jhade, 
 
 His Prejence will go with thee and give rejl, 
 Soothing the Jlormy pajjions of the breajl ; 
 Lo ! I am with you always Jb He Jaid 
 Even to the end ; 'tis I, be not afraid. 
 
 QEnemteg: a Colloquy 
 
 The Flejb. 
 
 EET, thou art pale. More Pale to 
 
 Jee 
 
 CHRIST hung upon the cruel Tree, 
 And bore His FATHER'S Wrath for me. 
 
 Sweet, thou art Jad. Beneath a rod 
 More heavy, CHRIST for my Jake trod 
 The Wineprejs of the Wrath of GOD. 
 
 Sweet, thou art weary. Not Jb CHRIST, 
 Whoje mighty Love of me Jufficed 
 For Strength, Salvation, Eucharijl. 
 
 Sweet, thou art footjbre. If I bleed, 
 His Feet have bled : yea, in my need 
 His Heart once bled for mine indeed. 
 
 The World. 
 SWEET, thou art young. So He was Young 
 
 Who for my Jake in Jilence hung 
 Upon the Crojs, with PaJJion wrung. 
 
 
200 
 
 Look, thou art fair. He was more Fair 
 Than men, Who deigned for me to wear 
 A Vijage marred beyond compare. 
 
 And thou hajl riches. Daily bread : 
 All elje is His ; Who Living, Dead, 
 For me lacked where to lay His Head. 
 
 And life is Jweet. It was not Jo 
 To Him, Whofe Cup did overflow 
 With mine unutterable woe. 
 
 The Devil. 
 
 HOU drinkejl deep. When CHRIST would 
 
 f u P 
 
 He drained the dregs from out my cup : 
 So how Jhould I be lifted up ? 
 
 Thou Jhalt win Glory. In the Jkies : 
 LORD JESUS, cover up mine eyes 
 Lejl they Jhould look on vanities. 
 
 Thou Jhalt have Knowledge. Helplejs dujl, 
 In Thee, O LORD, I put my trujl : 
 Anjwer Thou for me, Wije and Jujl. 
 
 And Might. Get thee behind me ! LORD, 
 Who hajl redeemed and not abhorred 
 My Soul, oh, keep it by Thy Word. 
 
201 
 
 ^entecottal fiD&ea of tfie ^olp (Eaffem 
 
 of an unknown Author. 
 
 E keep the Feajl of Pentecojt, 
 The Coming of the HOLY GHOST; 
 Our hope is now fulfilled, and we 
 Receive the mighty Myjlery. 
 
 The Day of Promife long foretold, 
 The time appointed we behold, 
 And therefore gladly now we Jing, 
 To Thee be praije, Creator, King. 
 
 O wondrous Gift of CHRIST the LORD 
 On His Dijciples newly poured, 
 That they to all might Grace proclaim, 
 And publijh far the Saving Name. 
 
 Thy Love immortal, WORD of GOD, 
 In foreign Tongues they Jbund abroad, 
 And all the wounds of Jin to heal, 
 Thy Jignal Mercy they reveal. 
 
 The HOLY SPIRIT all things leads, 
 From Him all Prophecy proceeds, 
 His Priejls He ever Janftifies, 
 He makes the poor and lowly wife. 
 
202 pentecoffal flD&eg of tlje 
 
 On Fifhers He hath poured His Grace ; 
 He rules the Church, His Dwelling-place; 
 He welds her Order, and His Might 
 ProteSs her Children in the fight. 
 
 Thee, ONE in Nature, ONE in Throne, 
 Eternal COMFORTER, we own, 
 With GOD the FATHER and the SON, 
 The Ever-bkfled THREE in ONE. 
 
 An Ode of S. John Damafcene. 
 
 HE tuneful jbund of mujic 
 
 Burjl fweetly forth of old, 
 In honour of the Idol, 
 
 The lifelefs form of gold ; 
 We cry, with awe adoring 
 
 The SPIRIT'S radiant Flame 
 Sole TRINITY, we blefs Thee, 
 For evermore the Same. 
 
 They who the Voice Prophetic 
 
 Knew not as Word of Thine, 
 The Unknown Tongues regarded 
 
 As drunkennefs of wine ; 
 But we, in faith devoutly, 
 
 Give GOD the honour due 
 Sole TRINITY, we blefs Thee, 
 
 Who makejl all things new. 
 
(Eaffern Cfiurc^ 20 3 
 
 The Prophet Joel looking 
 
 Upon the Face of GOD, 
 AJlonied heard Him Jpeaking, 
 
 And told His Words abroad 
 They whom I give My SPIRIT 
 
 Shall cry, thus filled with Might 
 Sole TRINITY, we blefs Thee, 
 
 O everlajling Light. 
 
 The Third Day-hour abounded 
 
 With Grace, that we might know 
 The Source of BleJJing, Threefold, 
 
 Whence Benediftions flow : 
 And now, on this glad morning, 
 
 The bejl and chief of Days 
 Sole TRINITY, we blefs Thee 
 
 In Hymns of grateful praife. 
 
 An Ode ofS. Cofmas the Melodlft. 
 
 \E Who with His mighty Hand 
 
 Breaks the battle and the brand, 
 Now hath buried in the tide 
 Egypt's chariots and her pride. 
 Songs of viSory we Jing, 
 Perijhed are her hojl and King, 
 Tell the triumph far and wide, 
 GOD the LORD is glorified. 
 
 Thou a Light on earth hajl Jhined, 
 CHRIST, the Lover of mankind ; 
 
204 ^cntecoffal flDae& 
 
 Thou the COMFORTER hajl fent, 
 All hath found accomplijhment, 
 Which the Law and Prophets old 
 In the ages pajl foretold ; 
 Every Promife, every Word 
 Which Thy dear Difciples heard. 
 
 For the HOLY SPIRIT'S Grace 
 On the true and faithful race 
 Freely hath to-day been poured, 
 From the world's foundation Jlored : 
 Gladly then thefe Hymns we lift, 
 Thankful for the wondrous Gift, 
 Praijing, as is right and meet, 
 GOD the Blejfed PARACLETE. 
 
 dri Ode of S. John Damafcene. 
 
 3NTO the fiery Furnace flung, 
 
 The Holy Children fweetly Jung, 
 And Jinging, turned the fire to dew 
 Which quenched each flame that leapt anew ; 
 And this the Jlrain their love exprejfed, 
 GOD of our fathers, Thou art BlejQTed. 
 
 What time the Twelve infpired of GOD, 
 Redemption's Story Jent abroad, 
 The Working of the Breath Divine, 
 The unbelievers deemed new wine : 
 But we, through this fame SPIRIT fee 
 The THREE in ONE, the ONE in THREE. 
 
205 
 
 The Nature One we praije and blej*s, 
 The Glorious TRINITY confejs ; 
 Co-equal, Co-eterne, the Same, 
 We lift on high the Threefold Name, 
 A.nd laud the Faith of old profejjed 
 JOD of our Fathers, Thou art Blejfed. 
 
 j] WAS on the Mount of Olives, 
 
 Nigh where the faithful Three 
 Had bid the Majler welcome 
 
 So oft at Bethany, 
 'Twas there the MAN we cherijh, 
 
 The Mighty GOD we praije 
 Among His Chojen ended 
 The wondrous forty days. 
 
 There was not ought about Him 
 
 The coming change to jay, 
 Only a cloud was o'er them 
 
 As on a common day ; 
 He Jtood with Hands uplifted ; 
 
 He blejed ; that Bkflmg o'er, 
 After that earthly pattern 
 
 He will not blejs them more. 
 
 For while He fpake, the SAVIOUR 
 
 Pajjed from this world of ill 
 Far o'er the facred village, 
 
 Far o'er the ancient hill ; 
 
206 
 
 Love unto Love returning, 
 Light to Its kindred Light, 
 
 The cloud o'erhead He entered 
 And pajjed from mortal Jight. 
 
 Then Angels came foretelling 
 
 That He Jhall come once more 
 In clouds that we may follow 
 
 Where He has gone before ; 
 And then His Own descending 
 
 Ha/tened with joy where lay 
 The towers of Sion City 
 
 Dijlant a Sabbath-day. 
 
 So GOD went up to Heaven ; 
 
 But many an age has pajjed, 
 And jlill the Angel's promije 
 
 We wait, in this, the lajt, 
 And oft our Souls expeSant 
 
 Send up the cry of pain 
 Too long, too long He lingers ; 
 
 When will He come again ? 
 
 Be hujhed, life-weary Spirits ! 
 
 Not Jlack the Work proceeds ; 
 On earth He Jlrives and quickens, 
 
 In Heaven His Death He pleads, 
 With Kings for nurfmg- fathers 
 
 Shall we the Servants fail ? 
 Not without Blood Divinejl 
 
 The Majler pajjed the Veil. 
 
Wljhes about Death. 
 
 WISH to have no wijhes left, 
 But to leave all to Thee ; 
 
 And yet I wijh that Thou Jhouldjl will 
 Things that I wijh Jhould be. 
 
 And theje two wills I feel within, 
 
 When on my death I mufe : 
 But, LORD ! I have a death to die, 
 
 And not a death to chooje. 
 
 Why fhould I chooje ? for in Thy Love 
 
 Mojl jurely I dejcry 
 A gentler Death than I myjelf 
 
 Should dare to ajk to die. 
 
 But Thou wilt not difdain to hear 
 
 What thoje few wijhes are, 
 Which I abandon to Thy Love, 
 
 And to Thy wijer Care. 
 
 Triumphant Death I would not ajk, 
 
 Rather would deprecate ; 
 For dying Souls deceive themjelves 
 
 Soonejl when mojl elate. 
 
 All Graces I would crave to have 
 Calmly abjbrbed in one 
 
208 2Deart> 
 
 A perfeS jbrrow for my jins, 
 And duties left undone. 
 
 All Sacraments and Church-blejl things 
 
 I fain would have around, 
 A Priejl bejide me, and the hope 
 
 Of Conjecrated ground. 
 
 I would the light of reafon, LORD, 
 
 Up to the lajl might Jhine, 
 That my own hands might hold my Soul 
 
 Until it pajjed to Thine. 
 
 And I would pajs in Jilence, LORD, 
 No brave words on my lips, 
 
 Lejl pride Jhould cloud my Soul, and I 
 Should die in the eclipfe. 
 
 But when, and where, and by what pain- 
 All this is one to me ; 
 
 I only long for Juch a death 
 As mojl Jhall honour Thee. 
 
 Long life difmays me by the jenfe 
 Of my own weaknejs jcared : 
 
 And by Thy Grace a fudden death 
 Need not be unprepared. 
 
 One wijh is hard to be unwijhed 
 
 That I at lajl might die 
 Of grief for having wronged with Jin 
 
 Thy fpotlefs Majejly. 
 
209 
 
 The Paths of Death. 
 
 ]OW pleafant are thy Paths, O Death I 
 
 Like the bright Jlanting wejl, 
 Thou leadejl down into the glow 
 Where all thofe Heaven-bound funfets go, 
 Ever from toil to rejl. 
 
 How plea font are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 Back to'^pwn dear Dead, 
 Into that Land which hides in tombs 
 The better part of our old homes ; 
 
 'Tis there thou makejl our bed. 
 
 How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 Thither where Jbrrows ceafe 
 To a new Life, to an old pajl, 
 Softly and Jllently we hajle 
 
 Into a Land of Peace. 
 
 How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 Thy new rejlores our lojl ; 
 There are voices of the new times 
 With the ringing of the old chimes 
 
 Blent fweetly on thy coajl. 
 
 How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 One faint for want of breath 
 And above thy promife thou hajl given : 
 All, we find more than all in Heaven, 
 
 O thou truth-fpeaking Death. 
 
210 
 
 How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 E'en children after play 
 Lie down, without the leajl alarm, 
 And Jleep, in thy maternal arm, 
 
 Their little life away. 
 
 How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 E'en grown-up men fecure 
 Better manhood, by a brave leap 
 Through the chill mijl of thy thin Jleep 
 
 Manhood that will endure. 
 
 How pleajant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 The old, the very old, 
 
 Smile when their Jlumberous eye grows dim, 
 Smile when they feel thee touch each limb 
 
 Their age was not lefs cold. 
 
 How pleajant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 Ever from pain to eaje ; 
 Patience, that hath held on for years, 
 Never unlearns her humble fears 
 
 Of terrible difeafe. 
 
 How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 From Jin to pleajing GOD ; 
 For the pardoned in thy Land are bright 
 As Innocence in robe of white, 
 
 And walk on the fame road. 
 
 How pleajant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 Straight to our FATHER'S Home ; 
 
tulecta ^abernacula* 2 1 1 
 
 All lofs were gain that gained us this, 
 The Sight of GOD, that Jingle Blifs 
 Of the grand World to come. 
 
 How pleajant are thy Paths, O Death ! 
 
 Ever from toil to rejl 
 Where a rim of Jea-like jplendour runs, 
 Where the days bury their golden funs, 
 
 In the dear hopeful wejl. 
 
 Duam tuiecta 
 
 A Hymn for the Dedication of a Church. 
 
 j|OW loved Thy Halls and Dwelling- 
 place, 
 
 O LORD of Hojls mojl High ! 
 Seleffed are the Architects, 
 Secure the Buildings lie ! 
 Untouched by Jtorm, or wind, or rain, 
 Nay, e'en for theje they firmer Jlill remain. 
 
 How rich in beauty and in Jlrength 
 
 Is the Foundation-Jtone ! 
 Of old in Sacramental type 
 
 And Jhadow oft forejhown ; 
 Eve ta'en from Jleeping Adam's jide, 
 Type of an everlajling Race jupplied. 
 
 For Noah was Jalvation wrought 
 In Ark compojed of wood, 
 
212 Duam tuleeta ^abernacula* 
 
 Which, piloted, did Jafely ride 
 
 Above the world's vajl flood : 
 And Sarah laughed in joyance wild 
 When late in life Jhe bore the promijed Child. 
 
 Rebecca Jlanding by the well 
 
 With Abraham's Jervant nigh, 
 To quench the Camels' thirjl and his 
 
 The water doth Jupply ; 
 Bracelets and earrings weareth Jhe, 
 That for her hu/band /he prepared may be. 
 
 Jacob Jiipplants the Synagogue 
 
 Which wanders far away, 
 Whiljl in the letter of the Law 
 
 It is content to Jlay. 
 To weak-eyed Leah hid mujl be 
 What Rachel, wed in equal bond, doth jee. 
 
 And by the way-Jide, as (he Jits 
 
 With clojely veiled face, 
 Long widowed Thamar twins conceives 
 
 From Judah's fond embrace. 
 Here in an Ark, by rujhes bound, 
 By Maid who came to bathe is Mojes found, 
 
 Here is the blejfed Offering made, 
 
 The Jacred Lamb is Jlain 
 And Ifrael, fated with its blood, 
 
 May ever Jafe remain. 
 Here too is pajjed the Red Sea wave 
 'Neath which the Egyptians found a watery grave. 
 
3Eiuam fcflecta ^abernacula, 213 
 
 Here is the Urn with Manna filled ; 
 
 And here the Law's Commands 
 Stored in the Ark of Covenant 
 
 (The Law which GOD demands ;) 
 Here are the Ornaments Divine 
 The glorious robes of Aaron's Priejlly line. 
 
 And here Uriah is condemned, 
 
 And Bathjheba is known 
 As one to highejl honour raffed, 
 
 The Jharer of a throne. 
 In gold-embroidered garments drejjed 
 She Jlands, as daughter of King's houfe confejfed. 
 
 AttraSed by his wijHom rare 
 
 King Solomon to jee 
 The Queen of Sheba hither comes, 
 
 All black, yet comely jhe 
 As when commingled to the Jkies 
 The fragrant clouds of myrrh and incenje rife. 
 
 To us the day of Grace reveals 
 
 Whatever was foretold, 
 Whate'er in Jhadow and in type 
 
 Enveiled was of old ; 
 And we at length are given to rejl 
 All fafely on our own Beloved's Breajl. 
 
 Uplift we then the Jong on high 
 Since now the Marriage-feajl is nigh. 
 Which trumpets did inaugurate 
 Its end Jhall pjalteries celebrate. 
 
214 31 n a tlfaon of t&e nffffjt, $c. 
 
 Let thoujand thoujand voices raije 
 The joyous Jlrain, the Bridegroom praije ; 
 And as in harmony they blend 
 Repeat they ever without end 
 
 Alleluia ! Amen. 
 
 91 n a (KfCiott of tlje m'gljt tofjetx tieep 
 falietl) upon 
 
 [N dreams I Jlept, where IJrael wept of 
 
 old, 
 Her walls down-torn, her altars Jhorn 
 
 of gold : 
 
 And in my dream Euphrates' Jlream rolled by 
 With jullen pride, in ocean's tide to die. 
 At fir/I, how bright, how clear the night had 
 
 jeemed 
 
 Sweetly at even the lamps of Heaven had beamed ; 
 All toil was Jlayed, the winds were laid in calm 
 From dells and bowers, went up of flowers jweet 
 
 balm. 
 
 Sudden, on high was heard a cry of woe ; 
 Heaven's darkejl pall fell over all below. 
 With flajhing flame GOD'S thunder came that 
 
 found 
 Whofe echoes hold faint hearts or bold Jpellbound. 
 
 * * * * 
 
 So on that jhore, long years before he lay 
 In Heavenly trance, and upward glance alway 
 
a ^caWtfon of & gofim 215 
 
 Daniel, that Seer whoje holy fear and love 
 Gained a blejl Jight of Saints' delight above ; 
 When from the Jeas a fourfold breeze had blown, 
 When Beajls on wings, and myjlic things were 
 Jhewn. 
 
 So from my view Jlowly withdrew the veil : 
 
 Full on my Jight a Form of Light I hail. 
 
 A wondrous power in that dread hour was mine : 
 
 Scathlejs to hear thoje Words of fear Divine 
 
 " No anjwer give if thou would' Jl live be Jlill 
 
 Where'er I go theje thunders Jhow GOD'S Will ; 
 
 At Whoje Command I Jweep the land of Jin 
 
 Till ye, like us, be glorious within. 
 
 O ! happy thoje when night Jhall cloje whoe'er 
 
 Spotlejs have worn their robes; for morn is near." 
 
 Cretoftfott of >+ 3otm tfie (Efcangelfft 
 
 WO thoufand years have wellnigh pajl 
 Since he, the gentlejl and the lajl 
 
 Of all that holy band, 
 That with their LORD and SAVIOUR 
 
 bore 
 
 The weary toil and labour fore, 
 Led by His guiding Hand, 
 
 Hath pajjed unto his rejl away, 
 Where Love can never more decay 
 
216 Si CraWtfon of &, 
 
 And Faith and Hope are o'er ; 
 All gently clojed his eyes in Jleep, 
 E'en while his Children round him weep, 
 
 That he may Jlay no more. 
 
 They laid him in the hallowed ground, 
 And many a day they watched around, 
 
 And deemed the earth did wave 
 At every breath of Jlumber Jweet, 
 And gently heave beneath their feet 
 
 Upon his lowly grave. 
 
 And long they watched the glad flowers grow, 
 And deemed that Jlill his breath below 
 
 Did heave that little mound ; 
 For aye they thought to hear once more 
 The tones of Love oft heard before, 
 
 And HJl their peaceful jbund. 
 
 They thought upon his lajl farewell, 
 How with faint voice he Jlill would dwell 
 
 On Love and Love alone ; 
 How, while his Children all Jlood near 
 Fondly his parting words to hear, 
 
 Love breathed in every tone. 
 
 And when they ajked why that one word, 
 From him Jo long, Jo often heard, 
 
 Was all he uttered Jlill, 
 He Jaid, as faint his accents fall- 
 That Love, and Love alone, would all 
 
 Our SAVIOUR'S Words fulfil. 
 
Si ^ratutton of &, 3Iofw> 217 
 
 Then as his eyes in Jlumber clojed, 
 They deemed he now awhile repojed, 
 
 And laid him in the grave ; 
 And, as they watched long years around, 
 They Jlill would think that grajjy mound 
 
 Did gently heave and wave. 
 
 And thus would they long vigil keep 
 Over the place of his lajl Jleep, 
 
 And aye in Love would dwell. 
 Thofe early days of Peace are o'er : 
 Do we of later ages Jlore 
 
 His peaceful Words as well ? 
 
 How tread we now the paths of old, 
 With Faith all faint and Love grown cold, 
 
 With feeble Jleps and jlow ; 
 Our very Souls cling fondly fixed, 
 With Jcarce a nobler longing mixed, 
 
 On fancied joys below. 
 
 Yet oft in glowing words we fpeak 
 Of Love all holy, pure and meek, 
 
 While Jtrange the fenfe they claim ; 
 For, joined in an unholy tie, 
 Falje Creeds and Faith all Jheltered lie 
 
 Beneath this Jpecious name. 
 
 It is not thus ; for faint from far, 
 Soon as we heed it not, the Jlar 
 Of Truth more dimly gleams 
 
With wandering and uncertain ray 
 So to our eyes it jeems who Jtray 
 Far from its nearer beams. 
 
 O Love, Jo prized in days of yore, 
 While all the Crojs before them bore, 
 
 How faint and low the tone 
 That comes from forth thy holy Jhrine ; 
 Far other is thy glance benign 
 
 Than that which we would own. 
 
 O early dawn of Chrijlian Love, 
 Enkindled by the Holy DOVE, 
 
 O days of glowing Faith, 
 When hearts beat high to Juffer here, 
 When Faith and Hope prevailed o'er fear, 
 
 And Weaknejs conquered Death. 
 
 of 
 
 The Defire of God. 
 
 KNOW not what I could defire 
 
 Wert Thou, dear Being, only mine ; 
 Wert Thou to crown my Soul with 
 
 gladnejs, 
 
 And /till be near and call me Thine. 
 The vext crowd to and fro are hurrying, 
 
 With eager glance they fearch around ; 
 
 They call them/elves the wife, the prudent, 
 
 And yet this Treajure have not found. 
 
of $lobaii&. 219 
 
 One thinks his hand the Prize now grajping 
 
 Lo ! what he hath is nought but gold ; 
 Another, earth and Jea exploring, 
 
 Hath for a Name his quiet fold. 
 One for the Crown of viclory Jlriveth, 
 
 One for the Poet's wreath of bay, 
 And thus the ever-changing glitter 
 
 Attracting all doth each betray. 
 
 To you Himjelf hath He revealed not ? 
 
 Can you forget Who died for you ? 
 Who for your Jakes from Life departed 
 
 Yea, Scorn and bitter Anguijh knew ? 
 Have ye not read, have ye not lijlened ? 
 
 Of Him, from Him ne'er heard a word ? 
 How He brought down Divinejl Mercy, 
 
 What endlejs Good on us conferred ? 
 
 How from high Heaven He descended, 
 
 The exalted SON of Mother blejl ? 
 What Tidings to the earth He carried 
 
 How many healed by Him find Rejl ? 
 How, by pure Love drawn down, He offered 
 
 Himfelf for us, a ViSim free ? 
 Low laid in earth, of GOD'S own Temple 
 
 The eternal Corner-Jlone to be ? 
 
 And Jhall not Juch a Mejfage move you ? 
 
 Is not This MAN Jufficient found ? 
 Your doors to Him will ye not open 
 
 Who pajjed for you Hell's difmal bound ? 
 
220 
 
 Will ye not then lofe all things gladly, 
 Forego with joy each idle thought, 
 
 Your hearts for Him alone reserving 
 
 Whoje Grace is promijed you unbought ? 
 
 Lift Thou me up, Thou Gentle SAVIOUR ! 
 
 Thou art my world, my life is Thine ; 
 Though nought of earthly hope were left me, 
 
 I know my Recompense Divine. 
 Thou all my love with Love returnejl ; 
 
 Thy Truth for ever Jhall endure ; 
 The Heavens bow down in adoration ; 
 
 Thou dwellejl jlill within me Jure. 
 
 The Defire of Death. 
 
 IJWAY, below the earth's broad breajl, 
 Far from light's realms descending ! 
 Storms of woe and wild unrejl 
 Departure glad portending ; 
 The narrow bark Jhall waft us o'er 
 Full Jbon to land on Heaven's calm Jhore. 
 
 Blejl be that everlajling night ; 
 
 Blejl, never-broken Jlumber : 
 Day with toils hath worn us quite, 
 
 Cares too long encumber ; 
 Now vain dejlres and roamings ceaje, 
 We Jeek our FATHER'S Houje in peace. 
 
221 
 
 What Jhould we do in this cold world 
 With Love and Truth Jo tender ? 
 
 Old things are in oblivion hurled, 
 The new no gladnejs render : 
 
 O jbrrowful his heart and lone 
 
 Who reverent loves the pajl and gone ! 
 
 Thoje ages pajl, whoje purer race 
 High thoughts with ardour fired, 
 
 When Man beheld our FATHER'S Face, 
 And knew His Hand dejired ; 
 
 Wliile many a Jimple mind Jincere 
 
 Refembled Jlill His Image clear. 
 
 Thofe days of old, when flourifhed wide 
 
 Stems of Patriarch Jlory ; 
 When even Children joyful died 
 
 And Juffered for Heaven's Glory; 
 While though life laughed and pleafure fpake, 
 Yet many a heart for Jlrong Love brake. 
 
 Thofe times of yore when GOD revealed 
 
 Himfelf in young life glowing ; 
 With early death His PaJJlon fealed, 
 
 His precious Blood bejlowing ; 
 Nor turned afide the Jlings of pain 
 Us nearer to Himself to gain. 
 
 Through deepening mijls how vainly gaze 
 Our fond thoughts, backward turning : 
 
222 
 
 Nought in this dreary age allays 
 The thirjl within us burning : 
 We mujl arrive our home within 
 That ancient Holinejs to win. 
 
 What jlill delays our wijhed return ? 
 
 The Loved have long been Jleeping ; 
 Their grave our earthly journey's bourne- 
 
 Enough of fear and weeping ! 
 With fruitless Jlriving long annoyed 
 The heart is weary, the world a void. 
 
 Strange rapture ever new, unknown, 
 Through the faint frame is thrilling : 
 
 Hark ! the Jbft echo of our moan 
 The hollow dijlance filling ; 
 
 Whence the Beloved towards us bend, 
 
 Their breathings of dejire ajcend. 
 
 Down to the Bride, to CHRIST we go, 
 The Bridegroom gone before us ; 
 
 Be of good comfort, mourners ; lo ! 
 Grey twilight deepens o'er us : 
 
 A dream dijjblves our chains unblejl, 
 
 Our FATHER takes us to His Rejl. 
 
22 3 
 
 From the Spanijb of Luis de Leon. 
 
 EGION of Life and Light! 
 
 Land of the Good whoje earthly toils 
 
 are o'er ; 
 
 Nor frojl nor heat may blight 
 Thy vernal beauty ; fertile Jhore 
 Yielding thy blejjed Fruit for evermore ! 
 
 There without Crook or Sling 
 
 Walks the Good Shepherd $ blojjbms white and 
 
 red 
 Round His meek Temples cling ; 
 
 And, to Jweet pajlures led, 
 
 His own loved Flock beneath His Eye are fed. 
 
 He guides, and near Him they 
 
 Follow delighted; for He makes them go 
 Where dwells eternal May, 
 
 And Heavenly rojes blow, 
 
 Deathlejs, and gathered but again to grow. 
 
 He leads them to the height 
 
 Named of the infinite and long-jbught Good, 
 And Fountains of Delight ; 
 
 And where His Feet have Jlood 
 
 Springs up, along the way, their tender food. 
 
224 C&e Incarnation* 
 
 And when in the midjkies 
 
 The climbing Sun has reached his highejt bound, 
 RepoJIng as He lies, 
 
 With all His Flock around 
 
 He witches the Jlill air with modulated jbund. 
 
 From His Jweet Lute flow forth 
 
 Immortal harmonies, of power to Jlill 
 
 All pajfions born of earth, 
 And draw the ardent will 
 Its dejliny of Goodnejs to fulfil. 
 
 Might but a little_ part, 
 
 A wandering breath of that high Melody 
 Dejcend into my heart, 
 
 And change it till it be 
 
 Transformed and Jwallowed up, O Love, in 
 Thee! 
 
 Ah ! then my Soul jhould know, 
 
 Beloved ! where Thou liejl at noon of day ; 
 And from this place of woe, 
 
 Releajed, Jhould take its way 
 
 To mingle with Thy Flock and never Jtray ! 
 
 dje Incarnation, 
 
 IME hath no brighter jewel on his brow 
 Than this, all worlds, all ages, won- 
 dering Jean : 
 
 Shall GOD in very deed Himfelf allow 
 Limit and bound, and dwell on earth with man? 
 
Incarnation. 225 
 
 marvel not that Jbme Jhould mifconceive 
 marvel one Jhould eajily believe ; 
 That when the Tale is told 
 (Sole tale which ne'er grows old) 
 How Flejh and Blood the Invijlble once did Jhrine, 
 [lather all hearts incredulous not combine 
 Such mightiejl tajk of faith, unequal, to rejign. 
 
 The fabled lore that lured the untutored ear 
 
 Of the young world, ere fancy's vernal age 
 Had ripened into reajbn then more dear 
 
 Than all the time-Jchooled wijdomof the Sage 
 The mojl unbounded flights e'er roved at will 
 By lawlejs dreams, or thoughts more lawlejs Jlill, 
 
 Loje all their wild and Jlrange, 
 
 To mojl experienced range 
 Brought meanly down, of credence eajler far 
 Than that the WORD, He by Whom all things 
 
 are, 
 Changed for His high Abode one poor inferior 
 
 Jtar. 
 
 Down from the Heavenly hills in Love descending, 
 
 Far in the depths of night His Eye dejcried 
 The clujlers of His Univerje, one blending 
 
 Of infinite Lights jiars in their courjes, tied 
 By order firm and ne'er-infringed law ; 
 A world of worlds, whereof each one doth draw 
 About the central bright 
 Its duteous jatellite ; 
 
226 <3f)e Incarnation* 
 
 Yet choje He not His Palace in Jbme Jim, 
 By Heaven alone in native light outdone, 
 But this our darker Orb His radiant Prejence won. 
 
 There was no lack of Sovereign Jeats and thrones 
 
 Worthy of His pojfejjing ; large domains 
 Waited His Lordly bidding ; populous plains, 
 
 The wealth of Empires, all the mingled tones 
 Of queenliejl Cities called Him pomp and Jong 
 And loud applauje of many a rapturous throng : 
 
 But, Juch as theje pajjed by, 
 
 Beneath the Syrian jky 
 
 He Jbught the meanejl Jlate, the lowliejl Jhed, 
 That, earth's mojl bitter lot mojl throughly read 
 No heart might Jink Jb low but He might lift it 
 
 high. 
 
 And therefore did the greatnejs of His Scorn 
 
 Vouchjafe the meajure of His glorious Rije ; 
 And they who here with Him that Shame have 
 
 borne 
 Shall Jhare His Crown and Triumph in the 
 
 Jkies: 
 
 He That defcended is the fame That rofe 
 Above all Heavens, victorious o'er His foes, 
 
 And evermore doth Jland 
 
 A Priejl at GOD'S Right Hand, 
 Till, in the fulnejs of the times, once more 
 He come with Might and Majejly, His floor 
 In Righteoufnejs to purge, and all things to rejlore. 
 
 
tCSe Incarnation* 227 
 
 And thou and I (O wondrous thought and Jlrange !) 
 May call Him Brother ; eat His Flejh, and 
 
 live; 
 Drink of His Blood, that with all-quickening 
 
 change 
 
 Doth joy for grief, health for unfoundnejs give : 
 May love Him, though we jee Him not ; may 
 
 hear 
 His Voice behind us, feel His Footjlep near : 
 
 Thou, Who dojl all things fill, 
 
 Art with Thy Children Jtill, 
 Who here through Jighs and tears their voices 
 
 raife, 
 
 Or round Thy Throne, with rapt adoring gaze, 
 Lift high the harmonious Anthem of perpetual 
 
 praife. 
 
 I will exult, my evil days and few 
 
 Spending where GOD hath fojourned ; His dear 
 
 Breath 
 Hath left a fweetnejs in the air, a new 
 
 Celejlial fragrance, all the damps of death 
 Quite overmajlering, filling with perfumes 
 The grave unlovely, and dark funeral rooms ; 
 
 That each glad Soul may fpring 
 
 Upward from earth, and Jing, 
 Beholding in her tomb Heaven's opened door, 
 And hearing in her knell His Summons ring 
 * Come up, dear Child, and dwell in Rejl for 
 
 evermore.' 
 
228 <gp&e gincarnatiom 
 
 The Earth He trod is conjecrated ground ; 
 
 One jlone His Feet have touched hallows the 
 
 whole, 
 Reclaimed for Heaven's jujl ufes, from the rounc 
 
 Of torrid heats, to either utmojl pole : 
 Where He alighted burjl a Spring, that flows 
 To every land, and ever widening goes, 
 Sujlained by what dijlils 
 From the everlajling Hills, 
 And /till jhall Jwell, a River broad and deep, 
 Till its great flood, with all-compelling Jweep, 
 The bars and gates of Hell triumphantly o'erleap. 
 
 Whojb receiveth this, doth all receive : 
 
 His faith can jbar no further ; all the train 
 Of Signs and Wonders written, that doth leave 
 
 A breach in Nature's Jlatutes, to explain 
 By reajbn's rules he aims not, lejl as wife 
 Himjelf profejjing, folly's meed he gain : 
 
 But, in mute awe profound 
 
 Upon that holy ground 
 Standing unjhod He hears, amidjl the cries 
 Of jarring doubts and creeds, the /till fmall Voice 
 Speak to his immojl heart, and trembling doth 
 
 rejoice. 
 
 His the unfettered Faith to childhood given, 
 That quejlions not how Juch a thing might be, 
 
 Whom large experience hinders not that Heaven 
 
 Should mix with earth, but whofe clear eye doth 
 
 Jee 
 
229 
 
 In happy dreams the golden Ladder bending, 
 I And Angel-feet for evermore descending : 
 Thus human and Divine 
 To childlike hearts combine, 
 Who from the world's Soul-deafening noije retreat, 
 And meekly jitting at the Majler's Feet 
 Lijl to His Heaven-brought Words in contem- 
 plation Jweet. 
 
 LONELY Woman's feeble hand 
 A mail-clad Warrior in his might- 
 
 At her tent-door behold her jland 
 To greet the Captain of the fight. 
 
 Stern greeting hers ! for from on high 
 Unbidden comes the LORD'S Beheji, 
 
 And fires with wrath her gentle eye, 
 
 And arms with fraud her guilelejs breajl. 
 
 LORD, whence is this ? what fpell is cajl ? 
 
 Whence this up-heaving flood within, 
 This lightning-blaze, this whirlwind-blajt, 
 
 Too calm for rage, too pure for Jin ? 
 
 It comes : it comes : Jhe may not paufe ; 
 
 Herjelf the hammer of Heaven's will, 
 She executes the unwritten Laws, 
 
 Nor wijls the word that bids her kill. 
 
230 
 
 One blow and where is he whoje head 
 Gave Jlrength and guidance to an hojl ? 
 
 Low at a woman's feet and dead, 
 Man's foe and GOD'S lies ever lojl. 
 
 And who jhall doubt that in GOD'S Book 
 Hath Jcanned the Go/pel through the veil, 
 
 And learned beyond the Law to look 
 Whoje is the hammer and the nail ? 
 
 The Woman among women blejl, 
 Where but at Bethlehem is Jhe ? 
 
 The vilor vanquijhed in his rejl, 
 Where but on crimjbn Calvary ? 
 
 'Twas Jhe who, when the Jlrife ran high, 
 Gave flejh and birth to GOD'S Own SON, 
 
 Gave to the Life the power to die, 
 And raije by death a world undone. 
 
 O SON of Mary ! cheat our foe, 
 
 Down with him even to the ground ; 
 
 In the grave's Jlumber lay Death low, 
 And in the weak let Jlrength abound. 
 
231 
 
 jfuneral l^pmtu 
 
 ROTHER ! now thy toils are o'er, 
 
 Fought the battle, won the Crown ; 
 On Life's rough and barren Jhore 
 
 Thou hajl laid thy burden down : 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
 Through Death's valley dim and dark 
 
 JESUS guide thee in the gloom, 
 Shew thee where His Footprints mark 
 Tracks of Glory through the tomb : 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
 Angels bear thee to the Land 
 
 Where the towers of Sion rije, 
 Safely lead thee by the hand 
 To the fields of Paradije : 
 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
 White-robed at the cryjlal gate 
 
 Of the New Jerusalem 
 May the Hojl of Martyrs wait, 
 Give thee part and lot with them : 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
funeral 
 
 Choirs of Angels over us 
 
 Bear CHRIST'S weak and trembling Lamb, 
 Give thee peace with Lazarus 
 At the breajl of Abraham : 
 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
 Rejl in Peace : the gates of Hell 
 
 Touch thee not, till He Jhall come 
 For the Souls He loves Jo well 
 Dear LORD of the Heavenly home 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
 Earth to earth, and dujl to dujl, 
 Clay we give to kindred clay ; 
 In the Jure and certain trujl 
 Of the ReJurreSion Day : 
 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
 CHRIST the Sower Jbws thee here : 
 
 When the eternal Day Jhall dawn 
 He will gather in the ear 
 On that Rejurredion morn : 
 Grant him, LORD, eternal Rejl, 
 Light and Life at Thy Behejl, 
 With the Spirits of the Blejl. 
 
233 
 ^t fetor? of t&e Crofss. 
 
 The >uejlion. 
 
 His own Raiment clad, 
 With His Blood dyed, 
 Women walk Jbrrowing 
 By His Side. 
 
 Heavy that Crofs to Him, 
 
 Weary the weight, 
 One who will help Him waits 
 
 At the gate. 
 
 See ! they are travelling 
 
 On the fame road 
 Simon is Jharing with 
 
 Him, the LORD. 
 
 Oh whither wandering, 
 
 Bear they that Tree ? 
 He Who firjl carries it 
 
 Who is He ? 
 
 The Anfwer. 
 
 jjOLLOW to Calvary ; 
 
 Tread where He trod, 
 He Who for ever was 
 
 SON of GOD. 
 
234 ^t 5>torp of tfie Crof& 
 
 You who would love Him, Jland, 
 
 Gaze at His Face, 
 Tarry awhile on thine 
 
 Earthly race. 
 
 As the jwift moments fly 
 
 Through the blejl week, 
 Read the great Story the 
 
 Crojs will teach. 
 
 Is there no beauty to 
 
 4 You who pajs by,' 
 In the lone Figure which 
 
 Marks that Jky ? 
 
 The Story of the Crofs. 
 
 N the Crojs lifted 
 
 Thy Face I Jean, 
 Bearing that Crojs for me, 
 
 SON of MAN ; 
 
 Thorns form Thy Diadem, 
 
 Rough Wood Thy Throne, 
 For us Thy Blood is Jhed 
 Us alone. 
 
 No pillow under Thee 
 
 To rejl Thy Head- 
 Only the Jplintered Crofs 
 
 Is Thy Bed. 
 
Cfje fetorg of tlje Crofg. 235 
 
 Nails pierce Thy Hands and Feet, 
 
 Thy Side the fpear ; 
 No voice is nigh to fay, 
 
 Help is near. 
 
 Shadows of midnight fall 
 
 Though it is day ; 
 Thy Friends and Kinsfolk Jland 
 Far away. 
 
 Loud is Thy bitter Cry ; 
 
 Sunk on Thy Breajl 
 Hangeth Thy Bleeding Head 
 
 Without reJL 
 
 Loud feoffs the dying Thief, 
 
 Who mocks at Thee ; 
 Can it, my SAVIOUR, be 
 
 All for me. 
 
 Gazing afar from Thee, 
 
 Silent and lone, 
 Stand thofe few Weepers Thou 
 
 Call'Jl Thine Own. 
 
 I fee Thy Title, LORD, 
 
 Infcribed above 
 * JESUS of Nazareth,' 
 
 King of Love ! 
 
 What, O my SAVIOUR, 
 Here didjl Thou fee, 
 Which made Thee fuffer and 
 
 Die for me? 
 
236 <3Ti)e &torp of rtje Crofo 
 
 Appeal. 
 
 HILD of My Grief and Pain, 
 
 Home of My Love, 
 I came to call thee to 
 
 Realms above. 
 
 I Jaw thee wandering 
 Far off from Me ; 
 In Love I j*eek for thee 
 
 Do not flee. 
 
 For thee My Blood I Jhed, 
 
 For thee alone 
 I came to purchafe thee 
 
 For Mine Own. 
 
 Weep not for My Grief, 
 
 Child of My Love ; 
 Strive to be with Me in 
 
 Heaven above. 
 
 The Reply. 
 
 H, I will follow Thee, 
 Star of my Soul, 
 
 Through the deep Jhades of life 
 To the goal ! 
 
 Yes, let Thy Crofs be borne 
 
 Each day by me ; 
 Mind not how heavy if 
 
 But with Thee. 
 
237 
 
 LORD, if Thou only wilt 
 Make me Thine Own, 
 Give no companion Jave 
 
 Thee alone. 
 
 Grant through each day of life 
 
 To Jland by Thee ! 
 With Thee when morning breaks 
 Ever to be ! 
 
 Jefus dying. 
 
 VER each tower and minaret, 
 And where in channel dark as jet 
 The Jlreams of Kedron toil and fret, 
 
 Falls the inexplicable Veil, 
 
 The Sign when Nature's powers Jhall fail 
 
 Of universal woe and wail. 
 
 No light and Jhade, in interchange 
 Softening the dark horizon's range, 
 But Judden midnight Jlern and Jlrange ! 
 
 Rujhed the uptreajured Darknejs from 
 
 Its hidden, uncreated home 
 
 To witnejs GOD'S own Martyrdom ? 
 
 Or did the LORD Who hides His Face 
 
 In Shadows that betoken Grace, 
 
 And drapes in gloom His Dwelling-place^ 
 
238 
 
 Did He in His mqft awful Mood 
 
 Curtain around the Holy Rood 
 
 From man's unchajlened neighbourhood ? 
 
 Or came the Type and Form wherein 
 Wrong works, to watch the Jlrife within, 
 And learn the death of death and Jin ? 
 
 Thou GOD That hidejt, who can tell, 
 Unlefs Thou teach us how to fpell 
 And learn aright the Miracle ? 
 
 It hujhes all things ; not a found 
 
 Or far or near is heard around ; 
 
 The guard feems rooted to the ground. 
 
 No word the Divine Sufferer faith ; 
 Only is heard His heaving Breath 
 Fighting the duel fierce with death. 
 
 And breaking o'er His quivering Lips : 
 Only the Blood that as it drips 
 Throbs through the palpable eclipfe ! 
 
 Oh, vanquifhed Light return once more ; 
 Oh, breaking Heart that we adore, 
 When fhall this travail-pang be o'er? 
 
 When fhall the day its fetters burjt, 
 And JESUS, from the Tree accurjl 
 Speak once, and own Himfelf athirjl ? 
 
239 
 
 Lajt aft of His Humility 
 Better to witnefs, than to Jee 
 This jlill and voicelejs Agony. 
 
 SAVIOUR, and Suffering GOD ! when I, 
 Knowing it is my time to die, 
 Upon my final crojs /hall lie ; 
 
 When Nature's deepening Jhadows fall 
 O'er Soul and Jenfe, and like a pall 
 Suit all things to the funeral ; 
 
 In nr^ eclipje, oh, let me fee 
 
 Thy Sorrows, borne in love for me, 
 
 Upon Thy Crojs, on Calvary 
 
 * 
 
 Borne, that I might in dying rejl, 
 And lay, undarkened, undeprejjed 
 My head on Thy all-loving Breajl. 
 
 Jefus dead. 
 
 STAY the obfequious fingers ! 
 O Jpare the myrrh and balm ! 
 From the depths of this pure Jilence 
 
 This inexprejjive calm ; 
 From the linelejs Lips where Slumber 
 
 Sets her conjecrating Jeal, 
 Back on the world that wronged Him, 
 He jmiles His lajl Appeal. 
 
240 
 
 Not like daylight's lajl effulgence, 
 
 So tender yet Jo bright ; 
 When reluSantly the glory 
 
 Jujl flajhes out of fight : 
 But Sorrow and Forgivenejs 
 
 Are blended on His Cheek, 
 Like the gleam that fills the twilight 
 
 As the dawn begins to break. 
 
 For Him is no more Jbrrow, 
 
 There is neither change nor lojs ; 
 Life has no further torture, 
 
 Nor Agony, nor Crojs : 
 The Counjels of the Ages, 
 
 The Dejliny of Time, 
 At lajl are confummated 
 
 In this Martyrdom Jublime. 
 
 He was weak, when in the Manger 
 
 He drew an Infant's Breath ; 
 He was weak, when in the Garden 
 
 He Jbrrowed unto Death ; 
 Beneath the Crojs He fainted, 
 
 On the Crojs He bowed His Head 
 But here is more than weaknejs 
 
 All is finijhed ! He is Dead ! 
 
 But the Love that is undying 
 
 Lights His Features, like a Mind ; 
 
 And His final Look is pleading, 
 With the Heart of Humankind. 
 
241 
 
 That owns, when it is hardejl 
 
 Death's power to control, 
 And conquer and o'ermajler 
 
 The pajjions of the Soul. 
 
 And thus His Look is pleading- 
 No more your anger keep : 
 
 My Brother, give thy pity ! 
 O My Sijler, turn and weep ! 
 
 1 was True, in Love unceajing, 
 
 Though My Labour was unprized ; 
 And My Crown of jbrrows pierced Me 
 When I jaw that Love dejpijed. 
 
 Ah, the world remains unheeding, 
 
 And will not brook the Jlght : 
 Quick ! /hade the Features, winding 
 
 The CORSE of GOD in white : 
 Let the hands that Love has hallowed 
 
 Clofe fajl the holy Eyes ; 
 Let the two familiar faces 
 
 Look on Him where He lies. 
 
 There He lies ! the wondrous Majler 
 
 Upon Whoje Lips we hung ; 
 Who had Might upon His Finger, 
 
 And Life upon His Tongue : 
 Still and cold ! that glorious Teacher 
 
 Who had GODHEAD in His Eye ! 
 Oh, cruel Heart within me, 
 
 Wilt thou never break and die ? 
 
242 
 
 <3Tf)Oug;l)t0 from tlje Sl^anual of 
 
 dwelleth in Love, dwelleth in God^ and 
 God in him. 
 
 jlHO neither loves, nor feeks for JESUS' 
 
 Love, 
 His Soul a barren dejertjhall remain ; 
 
 And life will prove 
 To him, whate'er its joys, but life in vain. 
 
 To live for Thee, O LORD, alone is Life ; 
 To live without Thee, were at once to die, 
 
 'Twere but the Jlrife 
 Of aimlejs folly Jwiftly pajfing by. 
 
 Mojl Merciful ! to Thee I give anew 
 The life and under/landing which I owe ; 
 
 That Thou art true 
 And wilt that life rejlore, by Faith I know. 
 
 Believing, I will love Thee and adore, 
 With Whom I hope for ever to remain, 
 
 Or, could I more, 
 In endlejs Rejl and Blejjednefs to reign. 
 
 What Soul, unloving, feeks not after Thee, 
 The jlave of Jin and earthly love impure, 
 
 His lot Jhall be 
 The helplejs thrall which guilty men endure. 
 
from &. &ug;uffme+ 243 
 
 O may this bondage never, LORD, be mine, 
 But let my pilgrimage jecurely end 
 
 Along the line 
 Of ajpirations pure which Heavenward tend. 
 
 My Soul, in this her exile, longs for Rejl ; 
 Be that to her, O LORD, for which Jhe longs, 
 
 Softly exprejjed 
 In contemplation Jweet, or grateful Jongs ! 
 
 In jbrrow, or in joy, when tumults Jwell, 
 Grant her the Jhelter of Thy guardian Wing ; 
 
 Do Thou compel 
 A calm, from whence Jbe'er the tempejts Jpring. 
 
 O richejl Majler of the noblejl Feajl, 
 And bountiful Dijpenjer unto all, 
 
 Even the leajl, 
 On whom the mercies of Thy Gobdnejs fall ! 
 
 Do Thou to weary Souls Jweet Food afford ; 
 Thy jcattered Children fafely gather in ; 
 
 O Loving LORD, 
 Set free the bound, rejlore the lojt in Jin ! 
 
 Lo ! at the door a wretched Wanderer Jlands 
 And knocks ! Obrightejl Day-Jpringfromon High, 
 
 Brightening the lands 
 Of death and Jin, in mercy hear his cry ! 
 
 Open ! and let this craving Juppliant in, 
 That freely he may find his way to Thee, 
 
 And rejl from Jin, 
 And with Thy Heavenly Food refrejhed be. 
 
244 ^ougljtjS from 
 
 For Thou, of Life the Bread and Water art, 
 Of Light Eternal the eternal Fount, 
 
 The living Heart 
 Of righteous Men who climb the Heavenly Mount. 
 
 There Jhall be no more Death ^ neither for 'row ', 
 nor crying. 
 
 blejjed Land of Heavenly glad- 
 nefs ! 
 
 Where life is Life in endlejs flow ; 
 Where undijlurbed by fear or jadnejs 
 
 Greatnejs and Peace their jweets bejtow ; 
 Where Health is pure, unchecked by Jicknejs, 
 
 And * laid up ' Treafure never fails ; 
 Where no more Death betrays its weaknejs, 
 
 Nor Time its fleeting courje bewails ; 
 Where Happinejs unyoked from jbrrow 
 
 Fills up its ample /tore with Love ; 
 And face to Face, no more we borrow 
 
 Figures to Jhadow GOD above. 
 
 There too, we know as we are known, 
 
 The heights of Love Divine we Jean, 
 And fee the Light from out the Throne 
 
 Enlightening ere the worlds began ; 
 The unfailing Food of Life is there, 
 
 Beholding \Vhom our Souls are fed ; 
 Beholding, yet with longing care 
 
 Still to behold /till upward led. 
 
245 
 
 All quickening there, with beauteous Ray 
 The SUN of Righteoufnejs is Jet, 
 
 Illuming all the golden Way 
 
 Where Citizens of Heaven are met. 
 
 Nor only Jo ! but the Redeemed 
 
 Are there, one mighty World of Light, 
 As never Mortal could have dreamed 
 
 Of Jun or Jlars, Jo dazzling bright ! 
 To GOD Immortal joined are they 
 
 Who no corruption more Jhall fee ; 
 And now, O JESU, day by day 
 
 They claim that Pledge which fell from Thee 
 FATHER, I will that where I dwell 
 
 Whoe'er are Mine may dwell with Me, 
 As Thou and I, Jo they, may tell 
 
 The wondrous Blijs of Unity ! 
 
 EAUTIFUL is Noon ! 
 The glory and effulgence of the day ; 
 Bright zenith of the Sun'smajejlic Jway, 
 Whofe Jceptred light floods forth for 
 
 Nature's boon. 
 
 Hujhed are all birds ; the Jhortened Jhadows lie 
 Crouched 'neath the trees. WefeelaPreJencenigh, 
 
 As from our Jhady nook, 
 On the clear outward glare we look, 
 
 And reverence the Power 
 Who hath Jet forth His Image in this hour. 
 
246 
 
 Beautiful is Eve ! 
 
 The Jlars are tangled in her deepening Veil ; 
 On the great Jea grows dim the Jhowy Jail ; 
 With twitterings low, the birds their concert leave ; 
 The dewdrops form upon the thirfling blades, 
 And timid Peace Jleals from her Jilent glades. 
 
 The village hum is Jlill ; 
 The Jheep are folded on the hill ; 
 
 And we our Jpirits yield 
 Unto the rejl that wraps Jky, wood and field. 
 
 Yet, lovelier far 
 
 Than Noon-tide, or the infant Jleps of Night, 
 Is Morn ! Rekindled Hope and new-born Might 
 Rije up, and hail his wejlward-coming car. 
 And there is Jong in Heaven and Jong in earth ; 
 And ocean dimples o'er with Jmiling Mirth ; 
 
 And the Jad evening heart, 
 That thought not from its grief to part, 
 
 Sees with ajlonijhed eyes 
 Rays of unlooked-for joy mount up the Jkies. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Injpiring is the Jight 
 Of Manhood's Piety ! Amid the fight 
 Of this world's harajs, work and care, 
 The weary day, the Jhortened night 
 To mark his unforgotten prayer, 
 His evening quejlioning of heart, 
 His faith Jlill burning in its Jhrine ; 
 Loyal to Heaven, in Senate, Feajl or Mart, 
 Bringing to earthly labours Love Divine. 
 
247 
 
 And beautiful is Age ! 
 As worldly cares do lejs its heart engage, 
 
 When, like the tranquil end of day, 
 
 Its warmejl feelings ceaje to rage, 
 
 And Jhed a clear but quiet ray, 
 
 Shining as Jtars, benign and fair : 
 
 And Youth grows reverent at the Jight ; 
 And Children gather round the well-loved chair 
 Of CHRIST'S tired Pilgrim, bidding Earth Good- 
 night!' 
 
 But oh ! more Jweet than all, 
 Than Manhood's faith, or Life's calm autumn fall, 
 
 Is holy Childhood ! 'Tis the dew 
 
 That after-hours can not recall ; 
 
 A joy which years can ne'er renew ; 
 
 'Tis incenje in a virgin fane; 
 
 'Tis new fallen jhow from fields above ; 
 The white-bleached robe, awhile without a Jlain, 
 Drawing our gaze of mingled awe and love. 
 
 No more the facred voice 
 
 Which interpofed, and bade faint hearts rejoice 
 Falls on our ears. But echoes tell 
 That GOD, for nearejl Heaven, makes choice 
 Of Infant hojls. His AJphodel 
 For the young, jpotlejs brow is twined ; 
 And unveiled Vijlon waits the eyes 
 Of childlike Purity, with Love enjhrined 
 In hearts, where'er they beat beneath the Jkies. 
 
248 
 
 ,OW by jhining Forms attended, 
 
 By what golden Jlair, 
 He, the SON of GOD, dejcended, 
 
 Tell me, Earth and Air ! 
 Hark ! the Heaven itfelf is ringing, 
 
 All the blue wide arch 
 Rolls a Jbund of Angels Jmging 
 His triumphal March. 
 
 Not with iron jleeped in Jlaughter, 
 
 Nor with blood-red feet 
 Comes He ! but like rills of water 
 
 Where the dry funs beat : 
 Love with happy eyes before Him 
 
 Melteth Jin like jhow ; 
 All whom He hath made adore Him, 
 
 Fount of Peace below. 
 
 Wije Men of the Eajl unravel 
 
 Wondrous Signs afar ; 
 Forth to Judah's land they travel, 
 
 Led by the new Star : 
 Thither, for their Soul divineth 
 
 Some great Birth foretold, 
 Each his jeveral Gift conjigneth, 
 
 Incenje, Myrrh and Gold. 
 
249 
 
 On the quiet hills, far jleeping 
 
 In a Jilver light, 
 Shepherds lonely watch were keeping 
 
 Mid their flocks by night, 
 When Jlrange Harmonies above them 
 
 Burjling, wave on wave, 
 Told of CHRIST come down to love them, 
 
 CHRIST, Supreme to fave. 
 
 Turn and look where feeble, tender, 
 
 Helplefs to behold, 
 Lies our King, bereft of Jplendour, 
 
 Touched with heat and cold: 
 In a Jtable, in a manger, 
 
 Heir to jbrrows born, 
 Even He, a BABE, a Stranger, 
 
 Naked and forlorn. 
 
 Tell me what Divine AffeSions 
 
 Throng that Infant Brain ! 
 Say what dreamy recolleftions 
 
 Breathe, preluding pain ! 
 Holy CHILD, Priejl, Prince, and Prophet, 
 
 That myjlerious rejl 
 Shadows, though men know not of it, 
 
 Anguijh in Thy Breajl. 
 
 Read, O Man, that facred Jlory, 
 
 How the GOD mojl High 
 Came down, emptied of His Glory, 
 
 Here to mourn and die 
 
250 
 
 Canjl thou, ere the long nights darken 
 
 O'er thine evil day, 
 Canjl thou hear it, and not hearken, . 
 
 Weep, repent, obey? 
 
 Yet, when thou art filled with Jadnejs 
 
 At thy SAVIOUR'S Woe, 
 Peals an Angel-jbain of gladnejs 
 
 And thy joys o'erflow : 
 By that All-Jufficing SPIRIT, 
 
 Born to human Breath, 
 Souls Eternity inherit, 
 
 And men vanquijh Death. 
 
 Thus to hail Thine Advent hither, 
 
 Grant, O LORD, to me 
 Large delight and grrefs together 
 
 May united be : 
 Here though bitterness hath found Thee 
 
 For our guilt undone, 
 GOD'S high Paean Jails around thee 
 
 For a conquejl won. 
 
 Thus alternately to borrow 
 
 Health from pain and lojs, 
 Joy's companion/hip with Jbrrow 
 
 Yield me from Thy Crojs ; 
 Tears for Thy deep Tribulation 
 
 And Jin's wineprejs trod, 
 Praife for uttermojl Salvation 
 
 And the Hymns of GOD. 
 
251 
 
 CoUoqtueg bettoeen tfie SDiftiple anD 
 rtje 2Dttitne Scatter* 
 
 Judge not^ that ye be not judged. 
 
 ||ELL not abroad another's faults 
 
 'Till thou hajl cured thine own; 
 Nor whijper of thy neighbour's Jin 
 
 'Till thou art perfeS grown : 
 Then, when thy Soul is pure enough 
 
 To bear My J*earching Eye 
 Unjhrinking, then may come the time 
 Thy brother to decry." 
 
 * JESU, SAVIOUR, pitying be ; 
 Parce mihi, DOMINE !' 
 
 " Thine ears may hear, thine eyes may fee 
 
 The word or deed of ill, 
 But not the tears that flow to Me, 
 
 Nor contrite Jighs, that thrill 
 Beyond the Jtars, and through the hojls 
 
 Of all Mine Angels bright ; 
 Which that poor grieving heart pours out 
 
 In Jilence of the night." 
 
 * JESU, LORD, O pardon me ; 
 Parce mihi, DOMINE !' 
 
 " And if not yet he own the fall, 
 And unrepentant be, 
 
252 Colloquies? bettoeen tlje SDtfcfple 
 
 Then pray for him as for thyjelf, 
 
 Plead for his Soul with Me. 
 And if he wrong to thee have done, 
 
 Still plead more earnejlly, 
 Till prayer of Faith becomes the prayer 
 Of glowing Charity." 
 
 * LORD of Love, O help Thou me ; 
 Parce mihi, DOMINE!' 
 
 " And weary not ! I watched for thee 
 
 On mountains lone all night : 
 Athirjl, for love of thee, I toiled 
 
 All through the hours of light. 
 In meeknejs and in lowlinejs, 
 
 In wearinejs and pain, 
 I /pent My Life, I died My Death 
 
 Thy dead, lojl Soul to gain : 
 And on My Heart I bear thee Jlill, 
 
 That thou with Me may'Jl reign." 
 ' LORD of Life, Who lovejl me, 
 Parce mihi, DOMINE !' 
 
 The Complaint of a Pilgrim. 
 
 LORD, my GOD, the way is rough am 
 
 long; 
 
 And I through wearinejs am faint and failing.' 
 " I am thy Staff, and I will Jlrengthen thee, 
 Though earthly help is vain and unavailing." 
 
anti fyt 2Ditune Rafter, 253 
 
 c There is no water in this weary land, 
 
 While thirjl confumes my parched and fainting 
 
 Soul.' 
 
 " Come unto Me ! of living Streams the Fount ; 
 I will refrejh thee ; I will make thee whole." 
 
 * But, O my LORD ! my heavy daily Crojs 
 Doth well-nigh weigh me down. LORD, juccour 
 me!' 
 
 " I bear it with thee, O faint-hearted One, 
 Who a far heavier Crojs have borne for thee. 
 
 " Fold not the darknejs fondly round thy heart, 
 Think of My Mercy Jweet, and comfort thee, 
 
 My poor, unworthy Child ; for Mine thou art, 
 And Jin alone can jhatch My Child from Me. 
 
 " I leave thee never ; thou art not alone, 
 
 And with thine own and thee Mine Angels 
 dwell : 
 
 Pojjfejs thy Soul in patience ; freely give 
 Me love for Love, and all Jhall yet be well. 
 
 " The Time is Jhort. They that now weep, ere 
 
 long 
 Shall be as though they wept not : they that 
 
 mourn 
 Be comforted, for I will comfort them : 
 
 And fweet Jhall be their glad thankfgiving 
 Song." 
 
254 
 
 31n2Domo 
 
 Qf the various Man fans and Rewards of the Eleft 
 in the Heavenly Jerufalem. 
 
 IN My FATHER'S Houje on high, 
 Where He reigns above the Jky, 
 Many Manjions, pajjing fair, 
 I for Mine EleS prepare : 
 They alone Jhall enter in 
 Who in holy Jlrife with Jin 
 Fight till they the battle win. 
 
 Foremojl there is Mary Jeen, 
 'Mid the Virgins Virgin-Queen : 
 Blejl is Jhe, Jupremely blejl, 
 Thus preferred before the rejl : 
 Cloje to Me Jhe holds the feat 
 For My Bejl-beloved meet, 
 With the Angels at her feet. 
 
 Glad is Jlie with great delight, 
 Keeping ever in her Jight 
 Me, her own Beloved SON, 
 Who alone the Vi&ory won, 
 Seated at the FATHER'S Side, 
 Ruling o'er creation wide, 
 King of all the Glorified, 
 
In SDomo $atri& 255 
 
 Joying with the Heavenly Choir, 
 Adam, man's primeval Sire, 
 Gladly renders thanks to Me ; 
 Comforted to hear and fee 
 How the fallen human race, 
 Lojl through his defection bafe, 
 Is by Me rejlored to Grace. 
 
 Lo ! the Patriarchs with mirth 
 Leap for gladnefs at My Birth : 
 Promijes they heard of old 
 Now accomplijhed they behold : 
 All the nations, Faith confejjing 
 In My Name, receive the BleJJing, 
 Endlefs Life through Me pojfejjing. 
 
 Sweetly harping in My Praife 
 There the Prophets tune their lays ; 
 Joyful they have found the Grace 
 Thus to fee Me Face to face : 
 In the world, in days of old, 
 While they lived of Me they told ; 
 True were all their fayings bold. 
 
 David, Ifrael's Pfalmijl fweet, 
 John, who gave Me Baptifm meet, 
 In the place of light Divine, 
 With efpecial brightnefs Jhine : 
 Sent before, as I drew nigh, 
 Not fo much to prophefy, 
 As to point and tejlify. 
 
256 31 n 2Domo 
 
 How illujlrious appear, 
 Thoje My twelve Apojlles dear ! - 
 In My Throne of Glory jharing, 
 Part with Me in Judgment bearing : 
 From themjelves to Me they turned, 
 All their earthly treasures fpurned ; 
 With My Love their Jpirits burned. 
 
 Martyrs brave, of faith unfailing, 
 Who, ten thoujand deaths ajjailing, 
 For My Name their witnejs bare, 
 Robes of gleaming crimjon wear ; 
 Shining clear, in Jplendour bright, 
 Glowing with a rojy white, 
 Raijed to Honour's topmojl height. 
 
 All who patiently endured 
 Glory have with Me jecured, 
 Decked with fewer pearls or more, 
 As they heavier trials bore ; 
 Now their groans and tearful Jighing 
 Stores of gladnejs are Jupplying, 
 Source of pleajure never dying. 
 
 Free at length from earth's turmoils, 
 Each according to his toils, 
 Well ConfeJJbrs are repaid, 
 In befitting robes arrayed ; 
 Purple vejlures are their due, 
 Blending tints of diverje hue, 
 Crimjon red with azure blue. 
 
31 n 2Domo $atri& 257 
 
 Golden chains about their neck 
 Mine ele&ed Teachers deck ; 
 DoSors, by My fpecial Love, 
 This Reward pojjejs above ; 
 By whofe dodrine, clear and found, 
 Faith in Me, with Virtue crowned, 
 Spread to earth's remotejl bound. 
 
 Monks, who kept the life Divine, 
 Drink their fill of My new Wine ; 
 Feajling with their Heavenly King 
 Songs of joy and praije they Jing : 
 All the labours which they wrought, 
 Difcipline, with rigour fraught, 
 Sweeten now their every thought. 
 
 Anchorites, with Grace endued, 
 Hermits, from their jblitude, 
 With bright beatific glance 
 View My beaming Countenance : 
 Thirjling fore this Blifs to tajle, 
 Long they Jbjourned in the wajle, 
 And a Jlraitened life embraced. 
 
 They that brake a Jlubborn will 
 
 Stricl obedience to fulfil 
 
 Now are My Companions made, 
 
 And in garments fair arrayed : 
 
 Now no felf-conjlraint they uje, 
 
 No inviting pleajure loje, 
 
 Nothing Jhun which they would chooje. 
 
258 
 
 Humble Souls, and poor in jpirit, 
 Exaltation great inherit : 
 Once by men on earth abajed, 
 Warmly now by Me embraced : 
 They for whom contempt was Jhewn, 
 To My Side are raijed alone, 
 Seated on a lofty Throne. 
 
 Virgins, pure in life and heart, 
 Bear with Me a gladjbme part ; 
 Through the Halls of Heavenly Jong, 
 In the dance, they Jweep along ; 
 Perfume jweet they cajl around, 
 With immortal garlands crowned; 
 All their Hymns My Praifes found. 
 
 Conflant Widows, true and chajle, 
 
 My celejlial Glory tajte : 
 
 Great indeed is their reward 
 
 Who were faithful to their LORD : . 
 
 Earthly nuptials they difdained ; 
 
 In the Heavens a Houje they gained, 
 
 And My glad Embrace attained. 
 
 Well-beloved, with Me abide 
 Holy Souls in wedlock tied ; 
 They, according to My Will, 
 Zion's holy City fill : 
 From their blejfed children's Jlore 
 Grows the band upon the Shore, 
 Saints in number more and more. 
 
3|n2Domo ^atrfc, 259 
 
 Unto thoje whoje continence 
 Triumphed o'er the joys of Jenfe 
 Many crowns by Me are given, 
 For the times that they have Jtriven ; 
 Glittering with brighter Jheen 
 As the Jlruggles they have Jeen 
 Harder and more fierce have been. 
 
 Safe they kept their innocence, 
 Guiltlejs of the great offence, 
 Much they marvel, much rejoice, 
 At their Heavenly-guided choice ; 
 How throughout they were defended 
 From the Jin to which they tended, 
 Sin which with their birth descended. 
 
 Penitents, with equal joy, 
 
 Rejl in Peace without alloy : 
 
 Now their Souls are cleanfed within 
 
 From the Jlain of all their Jin : 
 
 Hence their glory ; hence their praije ; 
 
 Hence to Me immortal lays 
 
 With exulting heart they raije. 
 
 Majlers, Servants, bond and free, 
 
 Nurjed in wealth or penury ; 
 
 Every Jex and every age, 
 
 Prince and peafant, fool and Jage ; 
 
 Each, according to his meafure, 
 
 Holds a never-failing Treajure, 
 
 In the Realm of peace and pleajure. 
 
260 gj n 3Domo 
 
 All this Heavenly company 
 Live for evermore with Me : 
 Wondrous glad is their thankfgiving 
 In the Manjion of the living : 
 Round them they behold displayed 
 More than all for which they prayed 
 While below, on earth, they Jlayed. 
 
 Earthly pleafures therefore leave, 
 To the Heavenly country cleave : 
 Let thy labours know no bound, 
 That thou mayejl be holy found, 
 So, when thou hajl bravelyjlriven, 
 Unto thee Jhall part be given 
 In the Happinejs of Heaven. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Fount of BleJJIng, whence doth flow 
 Every good that man can know ; 
 Holy TRINITY, the jum 
 Of the Saints' reward to come ; 
 Still Thy Majejly tranfcends 
 All the praije which Thee attends, 
 To the age that never ends. 
 
 Grant that with Thy Saints above, 
 One in Faith and Hope and Love, 
 We, amid the ranfomed throng, 
 Join the everlajling Jong : 
 Unto Thee our anthems pour, 
 Thee with glowing hearts adore, 
 Praijing Thee for evermore. 
 

 261 
 
 <<Xt)oug;!)t0 in 
 
 Confolation. 
 
 ARK ! yon white-robed Angel-choir 
 Strike their tuneful golden lyre ; 
 Hark ! refponjive to their cry 
 Pure and faint-like Souls reply, 
 They whofe viclory-crowned brow 
 Knows not Jin nor fuffering now ; 
 Hark ! how floats that found along ; 
 Lijl ! the notes of Heavenly fong 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, LORD ! 
 Burjls from each foft echoing chord, 
 Robed in Brightnefs o'er the Sun, 
 Thou, the High and Holy ONE ! 
 
 LORD ! what earthly voice can tell 
 Joys which minds Celejlial fwell ? 
 Or can join with them to raife 
 Hymns of never-ending praife ? 
 Yet wilt Thou Thyfelf impart 
 To the meek and contrite heart ; 
 Nor wilt Thou, O GOD, defpife 
 A broken Spirit's facrifice. 
 He that trembleth at Thy Word 
 Need not fear Thy glittering Sword, 
 Reconciled through Thy Dear SON 
 To the High and Holy ONE. 
 
262 djotifffjtgf in Hent, 
 
 Though Thou hear'jl the Seraphs cry, 
 To the humble Thou art nigh ; 
 Though in Heaven Thy Dwelling-Place, 
 Thou hajl yet a Throne of Grace ; 
 Thou hajl jaid that Thou wilt be 
 With each Soul that feeketh Thee, 
 Him in Righteoufnejs array 
 Till the great and final Day, 
 Fit him by Thy SPIRIT'S Power 
 For the peaceful parting hour : 
 In thofe Heavenly regions high, 
 Pajl mortal thought or mortal eye, 
 Thou hajl faid that fuch jhall be 
 In thofe glorious Realms with Thee, 
 By Thy SPIRIT, through Thy SON, 
 When life's toiljbme courfe is done, 
 With the High and Holy ONE ! 
 
 Humiliation. 
 
 JjOUNT of all Mercies, lo, I come 
 
 Again to feek my long-lojl Home, 
 And Thee the GOD of Comfort pray 
 Turn not Thy Suppliant away. 
 Thou Who re/trained Thine Anger's power 
 In Salem's penitential hour, 
 Thou Who wajl found, and found to blefs 
 The Wanderer in the Wildernefs, 
 
Ilerfeg from tlje (Becmam 263 
 
 Who hearejl grief and fuffering's cry 
 And wajhejl out the purple dye, 
 Who finful Nineveh didjl fpare, 
 Hear ! oh, hear ! my contrite prayer. 
 
 I ajk not that Thou Jhould'Jl rejlore 
 The earthly joys I loved before ; 
 I ajk not that my life's fad fun 
 Should in its former fplendour run ; 
 The Chrijlian's hope, his firjl glad fong 
 To fallen Souls no more belong ; 
 That Robe fo fpotlefs once, fo bright, 
 Is ever foiled in human fight : 
 I only ajk Thee nor deny 
 To hear Thy Suppliant's mournful cry ; 
 I only ajk, O GOD of Heaven, 
 To die in peace, to die forgiven ! 
 
 from rt)e (Bermatu 
 
 Retirement. 
 
 j|H, whither flee, or where abide ? 
 
 Where is the lone fequejlered fpot, 
 Where outward things can reach me 
 
 not 
 And from their turmoil I may hide ? 
 
264 ftlerCeg from 
 
 Can no deep Jblitude be found 
 
 Where prayer and praije might ceajelejs be 
 To Him Whoje Grace had fet me free 
 
 From each dijtraffing Jight and found ? 
 
 For dejert wajles my Jpirit longs ; 
 Had Jhe the pinions of a dove, 
 There would Jhe feek the Source of Love 
 
 Far from theje rejllejs noijy throngs ; 
 
 She dare not longer make abode, 
 
 She cannot keep her own Faith pure, 
 Where men are caught in Folly's lure, 
 
 And Jirive but to forget their GOD. 
 
 Then forth my Soul ! Ejcape amain 
 
 From Jhares that long have held thee fajt ; 
 Quit worldly Jchemes and friends at lajt, 
 
 That Jo thou may'Jt that rejl attain, 
 
 Where voice nor touch nor Jight can come 
 To break thy commune deep and Jlill 
 With Him Who every want can fill, 
 
 Who is alone our proper Home. 
 
 There in Jbme narrow quiet cell, 
 My Paradije, my Promijed Land, 
 Theje wandering thoughts I might command, 
 
 And fixe din rapt devotion dwell, 
 
 No foe to thwart with blame or praije ; 
 My GOD alone Jhould fill my Soul, 
 As toward my peaceful death Jhould roll 
 
 In changelejs courje my tranquil days. 
 
tlje (Eermaru 265 
 
 Alas ! poor Soul ! hadjl thou thy will, 
 
 'Twere rejling ere the field was won ; 
 
 How hopejl thou all foes to Jhun 
 When blind jelf-will goes with thee Jlill ? 
 In outward things thou Jeekejl rejl, 
 
 But thou wilt never find it Jo ; 
 
 Nought outward is Jo much thy foe 
 As what thou hajl within thy breajl. 
 
 Safe is Obedience, that alone ; 
 No loyal Soldier leaves his pojt, 
 Though toil or pain or life it cojt, 
 
 Until his Captain Jaith, < Begone.' 
 
 And Faith knows not to pauje or chooje, 
 And flees no Jlrife however Jlern, 
 Where in the Jtruggle Jhe my learn 
 
 How in GOD'S Will her own to loje. 
 
 But if thy heart on Peace is bent, 
 
 O'er fair falje dreams no longer brood 
 
 Of blejl, congenial Jblitude, 
 They will but breed deep dijcontent ; 
 No Paradije is left us here ; 
 
 Our Peace is in a will rejigned ; 
 
 Then amid crowds thou yet may'Jl find 
 Thy Unfeen LORD mojl Jurely near. 
 
266 flHerCeg from t!)e (Bermatu 
 
 Midnight. 
 
 T dead of night 
 
 Sleep took her flight ; 
 I gazed abroad ; no Jtar of all the crowds 
 That people Heaven, was Jmiling through the clouds 
 To cheer my Jight 
 That dreary night. 
 
 At dead of night 
 
 I jcaled the height 
 
 Of giddy quejlion o'er our mortal lot, 
 My Jearchings found no anfwer, brought me not 
 
 One ray of light 
 
 In that deep night. 
 
 At dead of night 
 
 In jlill affright 
 
 I turned, and lijlened to my throbbing heart ; 
 One pulje of pain alone, whoje ancient Jmart 
 
 Had dimmed fweet light, 
 
 Beat there that night. 
 
 At dead of night 
 
 I fought the fight, 
 
 Humanity, of all thy pain and woes ; 
 My Jlrength could not decide it, and my foes 
 
 O'erwhelmed me quite 
 
 In that deep night. 
 
(Betijfemane* 267 
 
 At dead of night 
 
 All power and might 
 
 I yielded, LORD of Life and Death, to Thee, 
 And learnt Thou watchedjt with me, and that we 
 
 Are in Thy Sight 
 
 In deepejl night. 
 
 | IN hardens, all the heart with ice en- 
 
 crujling, 
 
 And narrowing its current evermore ; 
 Therefore, O SAVIOUR, Loving, Pity- 
 ing, Trujling, 
 Thy Heart, the ice of Jin ne'er crujled o'er, 
 
 Was tenderer to feel each pang that tried Thee 
 
 Than any heart that ever broke or bled, 
 The timid Love that followed yet denied Thee, 
 The felfijh Fear that kept far off or fled. 
 
 * * * 
 
 But Jin mujl ever weaken while it hardens, 
 Enfeebling to endure, or aS, or dare, 
 
 Till nothing Jave the balms of Heavenly Pardons 
 Can nerve the heart again to do or bear. 
 
 Then mujl Thy Heart be Jlronger far to Juffer 
 Than any Jinful heart that ever beat ; 
 
268 (Betljfemane, 
 
 And if Thy Path than any path be rougher, 
 Yet hajl Thou Strength unfcathed its woes 
 meet. 
 
 What tide of grief then, Mightiejl, o'er The 
 rujhes 
 
 Thus tajking e'en Thy Patience andThyTrujl? 
 What woe beyond all woe Thy Spirit crufhes, 
 
 Bowing Thee Sinlejs, Spotlejs, to the dujl ? 
 
 Martyrs for Thee have gone to meet their anguijh 
 Singing glad Hymns e'en with their dying breath, 
 
 Not all their tortures cau/ing once to languijh 
 The hope that led them forth for Thee to death. 
 
 Thy Stephen's face Jhone like a holy Angel's, 
 Uplifted midjl the Jlones towards Thy jkies, 
 
 Beaming from radiant brows Thine own Evangels, 
 And glowing with the welcome in Thine Eyes. 
 
 Yet Thou, LORD, liftejl not Thy Face to Heaven, 
 But bowejl projlrate on the dewy Jbd ; 
 
 Thy Soul exceeding jbrrowful with death-pangs 
 
 riven, 
 Thy Sweat of anguijh as great drops of Blood. 
 
 What Jtorm is this in which Thou all but Jinkejt, 
 WhoJeArm has borne Jo many through the flood? 
 
 What bitter Cup is this from which Thou Jhrinkejt, 
 Strength of all Martyrs, Patient LAMB of GOD? 
 
 
269 
 
 The Jin of all the world, whoje throne Thou 
 claimejt, 
 
 Hadji made Jo fair, Jo fallen, loved and Jbught! 
 The Jin of all Thine Own, to whom Thou camejl, 
 
 Thou camejl, and Thine Own received Thee not ! 
 
 The fin of all the Saved, that dying blejjed Thee, 
 Who from the Jling of Death hadjl Jet them free ; 
 
 The Jin of all Thy Martyrs who confejfed Thee, 
 And died rejoicing that they went to Thee. 
 
 This is the weight of Agony unfpoken 
 
 Which Thee, O Highejl, thus Jo low hath 
 laid? 
 
 The curje of all the law mankind had broken, 
 The Jin of all the world which Thou hadjl made. 
 
 Earth's Jerried woe and crime in one comprejjing, 
 Thou buriejl all within Thy Jingle Breajl, 
 
 And changejl thus our every curje to BleJJing, 
 Giving us Life through death, in labour Rejl. 
 
 Cetfament %mng. 
 
 David and BarzillaL 
 
 JN BleJJing parted from the King 
 By Jordan's brimming wave, 
 Yet Jhalt thou hear the City Jing 
 With him beyond the grave. 
 
270 
 
 Thy Monarch's home Jhould yet be thine, 
 
 Jerusalem the bleji, 
 Though Gilead's balms in all their calms 
 
 Have Jleeped that aged breajl. 
 
 O birthday crown of four/core years, 
 Which jbme with Jtrength attain ! 
 
 Vain conquejl, to Jurvive with tears 
 And more than manhood's pain ! 
 
 The King that eye Jhall yet dejcry 
 
 In all His Beauty rare ; 
 To Angel's lute no voice is mute, 
 
 No ear is lijllejs there. 
 
 izpab) the Daughter of Aiab. 
 
 EFORE thoje bones unfhrouded, 
 
 On Gibeah's deathful hill, 
 Beneath the Jkies unclouded, 
 
 Bejide the gajping rill, 
 Watch ! lonely Mourner, keeping, 
 
 With all thy fackcloth fpread, 
 The raindrops of thy weeping, 
 The harvejl of thy dead. 
 
 Thoje gracious tears are winning 
 
 The BleJJing from above, 
 The Sacrifice for Jinning, 
 
 Bathed with a Jinner's love ; 
 
^eftament ^jnnngf* 271 
 
 Not yet upon the mountains 
 Falls there the promised dew ; 
 
 Break, Heart, thy forrow's fountains, 
 Baptizing them anew. 
 
 Lift ! lift His Crofs, Wood-hewer, 
 
 Draw ! draw that water's tears 
 The latter and the newer, 
 
 The purer rain appears ; 
 There droops a Sinlejs BROTHER 
 
 His jweet atoning Brow; 
 There breaks the Virgin Mother 
 
 A jpotlejs heart below. 
 
 Is it well with the Child? 
 
 p; S rippled, by the jkkle prejl, 
 
 The cornfield's crejled wave, 
 He fank upon the Reaper's breajl 
 Whoje garner is the grave. 
 
 O well is it, jweet Child, with thee, 
 Soft lies thy drooping head, 
 
 Death's pillow is thy Mother's knee, 
 Thy bier the Prophet's bed ! 
 
 'Tis not new Moon, nor Sabbath jbon, 
 No grief the Prophet knows ; 
 
 No new Moon now of hope hajt thou, 
 No Sabbath of repoje. 
 
272 flDto ^ettament %mn& 
 
 Hold ! Mother, hold the Man of GOD, 
 Lay there thy Jbrrow's lojs ; 
 
 He wakes not to the Prophet's rod 
 Who Jleeps beneath the Crojs. 
 
 O full are they of healing fweet, 
 His Saints, ere CHRIST appears, 
 
 Ere mourners hold thoje blejjed Feet, 
 Or wajh them with their tears ! 
 
 Elijah and EUJha. 
 
 TERN Remembrancer of error 
 
 With the lightning of thine eye, 
 Locking with the key of terror 
 
 All the portals of the Jky, 
 Calling, while the blejjing lingers, 
 
 Laving flames on Carmel's Jleep, 
 Ere the cloud with dewy fingers 
 Scoops the vapours of the deep : 
 Man of GOD, no CHRIST I fee 
 What have I to do with thee ? 
 
 Earth with fire and blood baptizing, 
 Mingling with the gracious rain, 
 
 Then on wheels of flame uprijing, 
 Shine upon the mount again ; 
 
 There with wrathful Mojes Jlanding, 
 Smiting with the vengeful rod, 
 
^effament l?pmnsu 273 
 
 Fire from Heaven and earth commanding, 
 Make thee like the SON of GOD : 
 Darkejl of the Clouded Three 
 We will build no houje for thee ! 
 
 Cajl thy mantle on another, 
 
 Who jhall all thy terrors quell 
 KiJJing Father, kijfing Mother, 
 
 Ere he bids the world farewell ; 
 Like thee only once in curjing, 
 
 When the fcoffing Jons rebel, 
 As the SPIRIT gently nurjing, 
 
 Save when Ananias fell : 
 
 There the SON of GOD I Jee 
 Prophet, let me cleave to thee ! 
 
 Thine the Jlill Jmall Voice remaining, 
 
 Chiding Horeb's Jlormy blajl, 
 Hujhing all the world's complaining, 
 
 When the flaming Law is pajl ; 
 Bidding with the Minjlrel's jbothing 
 
 All our angry pajjions ceaje, 
 Softened by the SPIRIT'S Smoothing 
 
 All to Gentlenejs and Peace, 
 Perfect Love, without a fear 
 SON of GOD, I fee Thee near ! 
 
274 
 
 Sin 
 
 | STOOD in the Jhade of a Jlately Tree, 
 The Forejl Monarch ; far and wide 
 It Jpread its branches on every Jide ; 
 Fruit alone there was none to fee 
 On the wide-Jpread boughs of that Jlately Tree. 
 
 A Jlern dark Man, from whoje gloomy brow 
 PaJJed never a fearful frown, 
 Rode through the Forejl up and down ; 
 His Jleed was pale as the driven Jnow, 
 And he carried an Axe at his Jaddle-bow. 
 
 Wherever that pale white horfe did tread, 
 Some Japling tall or gnarled oak 
 Fell by the Jlern Man's ruthlejs Jlroke, 
 Or Jbme the fairejl of flowers lay dead, 
 Like grajs on the houfe-top withered. 
 
 Yet all unchanged was the Jylvan fcene, 
 
 For Jlill as he journeyed from place to place, 
 He left of his prejence no lajling trace, 
 But the Forejl grew on as thick and green, 
 As through it the pale horfe had never been. 
 
 While I mujed on this, forth from the glade 
 That Jame pale horje and its Rider Jlern, 
 With fixed fell purpoje, Jeemed to turn, 
 Till where the tall Tree cajl its Jhade, 
 Horror of horrors ! their courje was Jtayed. 
 
Sin allegory 275 
 
 Oh, what fear ! oh, what difmay ! 
 I would have fled from the doomed fpot, 
 But my Jpell-bound limbs juffered me not ; 
 would have opened my mouth to pray, 
 
 Jut the words unuttered died away. 
 
 Thrice he brandi/hed his Axe in the air ! 
 Thrice the Hand of ONE unjeen 
 Came the Axe and the Tree between, 
 And I heard a Voice Depart ! forbear ! 
 t it alone another year. 
 
 leluSant the Jlern Man obeyed, 
 And Jlow withdrew ; but ere he pajfed, 
 Forth his Axe from his hand he cajt, 
 And the keen edge of the glittering blade 
 At the root of the Jlately Tree was laid. 
 
 And One, ' bright as the Morning Star,' 
 Yea, ' bright as the Sun' when he rides at 
 
 noon 
 
 Through the cloudlefs Jky, < fair as the Moon,' 
 Awful as ferried armies are, 
 Bearing their * banners' aloft for war, 
 
 Stood and cried Repent ! repent ! 
 
 Now the Axe lies at the root 
 
 Of every Tree not bearing fruit ; 
 Ere thy Day of Grace be jpent, 
 Child of Adam, repent ! repent ! 
 
276 
 
 Burial, 
 
 Then as far as my Jight could pierce the wood, 
 
 I Jaw that Axes all around, 
 
 At the root of the Trees, covered the ground ; 
 And the Trees were no longer Trees, but I Jlood 
 In the midjl of a Human Multitude ! 
 
 Aged Sires with hoary hair, 
 
 Tender Infants, Children young, 
 Women and Men, fair and Jlrong : 
 
 But at the foot of each one there 
 
 Lay an Axe, Jharp and bare. 
 
 And then a lurid darknejs Jeemed 
 
 To cover the whole, and forth there broke 
 Gnajhings, wailings, fire, Jmoke ; 
 
 Awful Words not to be named 
 
 GOD be praijed, I had but dreamed ! 
 
 BuriaL 
 
 HEN the LORD JESUS Crucified 
 Ere death unto His FATHER cried 
 I yield to Thee my Soul and died 
 
 When the Centurion Jlanding nigh 
 With mighty Jlirrings heard that Cry 
 And GOD in CHRIST did glorify ; 
 
BuriaU 277 
 
 When they who gathered round as one 
 The things to witnejs which were done 
 Had wildly beat their breajls and gone ; 
 
 Jojeph the rich man then waxed brave 
 The Body of the LORD to crave 
 That he might lay It in the Grave. 
 
 When Pilate bade it Jo to be 
 There came a little company 
 And Jadly gathered round the Tree. 
 
 From Hands and Feet the nails they wrenched, 
 Weeping that they Jo late had blenched, 
 And came not till the Light was quenched. 
 
 From His dear Head they took the Crown, 
 Half thinking He might know His Own, 
 And fadly then they took Him down. 
 
 Upon the earth its Maker lies ; 
 They gently cloje His All-pure Eyes, 
 They feel His late-felt Agonies. 
 
 Each gracious Arm, which Jlretching wide 
 To clajp the world for which He died, 
 So long was parted from the Side, 
 
 I 
 
 Each Arm, Jo kind to things Jo bafe, 
 Now Jeeks Its natural rejling-place, 
 Yet ceajes not from that embrace ; 
 
278 <3Tf)e Burial* 
 
 But for the Blood which left each Vein 
 | They need not wajh That facred Stain, 
 To wajh all elje It doth remain. 
 
 Where is the Linen Jofeph bought ? 
 
 The Spices Nicodemus brought, 
 
 Aloes and Myrrh ? Be wanting nought. 
 
 The Jhowy Cerements wrap Him well, 
 The Spices Him yet fweeter tell, 
 We add our hearts with Him to dwell. 
 
 Slowly they lift Him from the Jbd, 
 
 With holy fear the path is trod, 
 
 As men Jhould walk who bear their GOD. 
 
 In reverent order jad and jlow 
 
 From the dark place of Death they go, 
 
 Or weeping wild or jobbing low ; 
 
 And yet they tend to happy bowers, 
 Alone among the garden-flowers 
 They go to lay their GOD and ours. 
 
 Now to the hard Rock He is borne ; 
 Sweet Rock by after-pilgrims worn, 
 Sweet Field of the dead Wheaten Corn. 
 
 A little while their Trujl they keep, 
 A little while they pray and weep, 
 And then they lay Him down to jleep. 
 
BuriaL 279 
 
 They cloje the Tomb and go away 
 To keep that awful Sabbath-day, 
 But with the LORD in heart they Jlay. 
 
 How may a jbon-forgotten rhyme 
 Thus faintly Jhadowing things Jublime 
 Bear fruit to live in after-time ? 
 
 Look back, O Brother, on the Hill, 
 Where late the Enemy had his will, 
 Where eve is falling calm and Jlill. 
 
 What crowns its Jummit now ? declare ; 
 Thou Jay'Jl a Crojs alone is there ; 
 A Crojs alone ? O would it were. 
 
 O blind with error ! pray for eyes, 
 Still on the Crojs the Viclim dies, 
 Still Jin the Sinlejs crucifies. 
 
 More ruthlej[Jly the ploughers plough, 
 More jliarp the thorns about His Brow, 
 More cruel nails transfix Him now. 
 
 Daily by Jins of Chrijlian men 
 In bufy Jlreet and peaceful glen 
 The LORD is crucified again. 
 
 Daily by Jins of me and you 
 
 The LORD is crucified anew ; 
 
 What, Men and Brethren, Jhall we do ? 
 
280 <3H)e Burial* 
 
 We, His true murderers heretofore 
 Will bear the Burden Jofeph bore, 
 Will take Him from the Crojs once more. 
 
 The broken contrite-hearted wail 
 
 May lift the thorns, may wrench the nail, 
 
 May all the Jad pajt countervail. 
 
 So, ere our life's jun reach the wejl, 
 We will take down the Only-BleJl, 
 And lay Him in the Grave to rejl ; 
 
 Lay Him to rejl, and cajl within, 
 Through His dear Dying, all our Jin, 
 Then wait and weep and Jlrive to win. 
 
 The Crojs Jlands out againjt the Jky; 
 The LORD has left it. Ye and I 
 Mujl hajlen where He died to die ; 
 
 Be ours awhile the nails and thorn, 
 So never ours the Jhame and fcorn 
 In the great Rejurreftion-Morn. 
 
 So never be to us addrejjed 
 
 Depart, ye curjed, to unrejl ; 
 
 But Come ye, of My FATHER blejl. 
 
28 1 
 
 of Contrition, 
 
 An Ode from the Italian. 
 
 POWER irrefijlible 
 
 In lowly prayer contained ! 
 There's nothing but unfeigned 
 Repentance may procure. 
 AJcend, my Soul, to Golgotha, 
 And fee the Crofs displaying 
 A proof beyond gainjaying 
 That all this hope is Jure. 
 
 Remember, in Thy Majejly 
 
 In Heaven when Thou art feated 
 The contrite Thief entreated 
 
 Remember me, O LORD, 
 
 Of Jinners me the wofullejl. 
 The zeal of his confejjion 
 Had under death's opprejjlon 
 
 A thrill of warmth rejtored. 
 
 And JESUS to the Juppliant 
 Inclined His Ear to pardon ; 
 Said Thou in Heavenly Garden 
 
 This day /halt be with Me. 
 
 His FATHER'S Realm of Blejjednejs 
 He brought him to inherit, 
 When He rejigned His Spirit 
 
 Upon the painful Tree. 
 
282 ^fje potoer of Contrftfotu 
 
 Before the Apojlles' Fellowship 
 This penitent Tranjgrejjbr 
 Was made by Grace pojjejfor 
 
 Of Heavenly Riches jure. 
 
 O Power irrejijlible 
 
 In lowly prayer contained ! 
 There's nothing but unfeigned 
 
 Repentance may procure. 
 
 O Tear beyond all valuing 
 Which penitence exprejjes : 
 No pearl the Eajl pojfejjes 
 
 Can be compared with thee. 
 
 In Heaven the very profligate 
 Becomes admitted by thee, 
 And let but GOD dejcry thee, 
 
 No Rigour more hath He. 
 
 Thou Tear, that Mary Magdalen's 
 Face trembling rannejl over, 
 Thy glijlening to dijcover 
 
 Made all the Angels glad. 
 
 'Gainjl forfeitures innumerous 
 An injlant compensation, 
 An earnejl of Salvation 
 
 In thy great worth Jhe had. 
 
 And when upon the countenance 
 Of Peter thou didjl trickle, 
 From eyelid unto fickle 
 
 Lips that untruth had jlained, 
 
JLuy a&iemt fcenerantia+ 283 
 
 Thou cleared'Jl all his perfidy : 
 
 Such is thy worth excelling, 
 
 And Jinful Souls pajl telling 
 Have cleannejs thus regained. 
 
 O would this gem pajl valuing 
 
 Were granted me to cherijh ! 
 
 May Grace before I perijh 
 This boon confer on me ! 
 For, where the tear jpontaneoujly 
 
 The contrite Soul exprejjes, 
 
 No pearl the Eajl poflejjes 
 Compared with it can be. 
 
 atifcemt tienerantia* 
 
 A Sequence for the Feaft of the Pur if cat ion. 
 
 AY of bright illumination, 
 Day of choral jubilation ; 
 
 Kindling hearts have caught the 
 
 blaze ; 
 
 Joyful light which brings another 
 Feajlday of GOD'S Virgin Mother, 
 Sacred Day of Jblemn praije. 
 
 Let melodious voices founding, 
 Hearts with deep emotion bounding, 
 Part in glad thanksgiving bear : 
 
284 Jinx aWjem't ienerantra* 
 
 Praije to GOD'S jupreme Perfections ! 
 In our glowing recolle&ions 
 Let His noble Mother Jhare. 
 
 Glorious in her exaltation, 
 Tender in comm iteration, 
 
 Named from penitential Love : 
 Crowned with Dignity Maternal, 
 With Virginity eternal, 
 
 Shining in the Heaven above. 
 
 As the Bujh with fire was glowing, 
 Yet the flames, their power foregoing, 
 
 Scathed not the tenderejl rod ; 
 So jhe whom the SPIRIT graces, 
 Free from conjugal embraces, 
 
 Maid and Mother bare her GOD. 
 
 Sealed Fount of waters rifmg, 
 Garden jhut, yet fertilizing 
 
 With the feeds of Virtues, jhe : 
 She was that myjlerious Portal 
 Clofed by the King immortal, 
 
 Ne'er for man unclojed to be ; 
 
 Gideon's Fleece with dewdrops jlreaming, 
 Field with jcented odours jleaming, 
 
 Fragrant to the bounds of earth ; 
 Aaron's Rod in fecret growing, 
 Earth with Righteoujhefs o'erflowing 
 
 For the faithful in that Birth. 
 
a&foemt iienerantm* 285 
 
 Types of her, the myjlic Fountain, 
 Were the Cajtle, Temple, Mountain, 
 
 Palace, Chamber, City fair : 
 And whatever names of glory 
 Mark the Saints in Jacred Jlory, 
 
 Let her aljb in them Jhare. 
 
 Blejl was Jhe, with Grace endued ; 
 By her name is joy renewed, 
 Lilies to her fragrance yield, 
 Honey by the Jweetnejs Jealed 
 
 In her lips is far outdone : 
 Richer than the wine's red glow, 
 Whiter than the gleaming Jhow, 
 Softer than the dewy roje, 
 Brighter than the moon Jhe jhews 
 
 In the Light of the True SUN. 
 
 Thou, O King of Hojls Jupernal, 
 
 Vanquisher of powers infernal, 
 
 Way which mujl to Heaven be taken, 
 
 Nor by conjtant hope forfaken ; 
 
 Gather to Thyjelf the erring, 
 
 Call them back, their Jpirits Jtirring 
 
 By the faithfulnejs of Thine : 
 SON of Mary, true Phyjician, 
 Grant us our devout petition ; 
 Look not on Jin's aggravations, 
 But behold our Jupplications ; 
 Guilty Souls in fear abiding, 
 Only in Thy Love confiding, 
 
 Take into the Life Divine. 
 
286 
 
 Mafter^fay on! 
 
 |HOU art gone Home, Thine earthly 
 
 Work complete : 
 Yet from the calm height of Thy 
 
 Heavenly Seat, 
 
 By Thine own MeJJenger, the PARACLETE, 
 
 Majler, Jay on ! 
 
 Thoje many things that Thou hadjl yet to jay 
 We fain would hear, and be they what they may, 
 Would bear them for Thy Jake and in Thy way ; 
 
 Majler, jay on ! 
 
 We have heard Thy loved Voice, and followed 
 
 Thee 
 
 All through Thy Life, through all Thy Minijlry 
 From Bethlehem to glorious Bethany ; 
 
 Majler, Jay on ! 
 
 Friends frejhly parted jbothe their yearning pain 
 With written words that make them one again : 
 Link us to Thee by Thy Jweet Comfort's chain ; 
 
 Majler, Jay on ! 
 
 Dear are glad tidings from a dijlant Jlrand ; 
 But dearer are the traces of Thy Hand, 
 The greetings from Thy far-off Holy Land ; 
 
 Majler, Jay on ! 
 
287 
 
 Until Life's weary Summer heat be pajt, 
 And joys and griefs, like Autumn leaves, fade fajl, 
 We lijten Jlill, then till Thine Advent blajt, 
 
 Majler, Jay on 1 
 
 Eafter-Day. 
 
 HE Graves grow thicker, and life's ways 
 
 more bare 
 As years on years go by : 
 
 Nay ! Thou hajl more green gardens in thy care, 
 And more jtars in thy Jky ! 
 
 Behind, hopes turned to griefs, and joys to 
 
 memories 
 
 Are fading out of jlght : 
 Before, pains changed to peace, and dreams to 
 
 certainties 
 Are glowing in GOD'S Light. 
 
 Hither come backjlidings, defeats, dijtrejjes, 
 
 Vexing this mortal Jlrife : 
 Thither go progrejs, victories, JuccejQes, 
 
 Crowning immortal Life. 
 
 No jubilees, few gladjbme fe/live hours 
 Form landmarks for my way : 
 
 But Heaven, and earth, and Saints, and friends, 
 
 and flowers 
 Are keeping EaJter-Day ! 
 
288 
 
 The Lord's Largefs. 
 
 WO Days, by contrafl linked together, 
 
 Sharing the wealth of jpring-tide weather 
 The buoyant cloud, the breezy calm, 
 The budding growth of flower and palm, 
 Each with a holy hijtory 
 Fraught with a hidden Myjlery : 
 To that, the depth of Jhame and Jadnefs ; 
 To this, the height of glorious Gladnejs. 
 That, darkejl hour of Jbrrow's night, 
 Is brightened by the coming Light ; 
 This, to enhance her joy, would fain 
 Glance backward to that Jhade again. 
 Lo ! for each pent-up pang of trouble 
 The promijed Peace is rendered double ; 
 No claim receives its due discharge, 
 But more the LORD hath heard at large : 
 He bids the Jinful throng depart, 
 Whofe watch weighed down each Jtony heart 
 Then fends thoje hearts Jo cold and hard 
 The BleJJing of an Angel-guard. 
 The Earth's drear curfe of brier and thorn 
 On the bleak hill of Calvary borne, 
 Returns from Paradijal bowers 
 An Eajler boon of buds and flowers. 
 
289 
 8D pertnnig flflitae jfontenu 
 
 A Hymn of S. Peter Damiani on the Joys of Paradife. 
 
 OR the Fount of Life eternal is my 
 
 thirjling Spirit fain, 
 And my prifoned Soul would gladly 
 
 burjl her flejhly bars in twain, 
 While the exile Jlrives and Jlruggles on to win her 
 home again. 
 
 As Jhe groans beneath the troubles which with 
 
 weary weight oppress, 
 She is thinking on the Glory which Jhe lojl through 
 
 wickednefs, 
 And the thought of joy departed but increafeth 
 
 her dijlrejs. 
 
 Who can tell the perfecl gladnejs of the Peace 
 
 within the Jkies, 
 Where, of living pearls upbuilded, Manflons for 
 
 the BleJJed rife, 
 Where the golden halls androoftreesjhine and glow 
 
 with radiant dyes ? 
 
 Framed alone of precious jewels jlately Dwellings 
 
 there appear, 
 And the highways of the City, paved with gold, 
 
 as cryjlal clear ; 
 Mire is far, and filth is banijhed, nought that may 
 
 pollute is near. 
 
 u 
 
290 &ti perenm'0 Mm fontem* 
 
 
 Winters jhowing, Jummers glowing, never thither 
 
 pain may bring, 
 There the gorgeous rojes flower in the calm of 
 
 endlejs fpring, 
 Balms exude, and crocus blujhes, lilies fair are 
 
 blojjbming. 
 
 Meads are Jheening, fields are greening, hone^ 
 
 drops from combs of bees, 
 Liquid odours, fragrant fpices, jhed their perfume 
 
 on the breeze, 
 Never falling fruits are hanging from the ever 
 
 leafy trees. 
 
 There no moon through phajes pajjes, Jun and 
 
 Jlars bejlow no light, 
 But the LAMB on His glad City, Light unjetting, 
 
 Jhineth bright ; 
 There the day is everlajling, gone for aye are 
 
 time and night. 
 
 For the Saints, now crowned in triumph, like the 
 
 Jun in radiance glow, 
 Greet each other in that gladnejs which the Saints 
 
 alone can know, 
 While, Jecure, they count their battles with their 
 
 jubjugated foe. 
 
 Fle/hly wars they know no longer, jince with 
 blemijh Jlained is none, 
 
291 
 
 For the Spiritual body and the Soul at lajl are 
 
 one ; 
 Dwell they now in Peace eternal, with alljlumbling 
 
 they have done. 
 
 To their firjl ejlate return they, freed from every 
 
 mortal jbre, 
 And the Truth, for ever prefent, ever lovely, they 
 
 adore, 
 Drawing from that living Fountain living Jweetnejs 
 
 evermore. 
 
 And they drink in changeless being as they tajle 
 
 thoje waters clear ; 
 Bright are they, and fwift, and gladjbme, no more 
 
 perils need they fear ; 
 There the youth can know no ageing, never cometh 
 
 JlckneJ' near. 
 
 Thence they draw their life unending, pajjingne]*s 
 
 hath pajjed away, 
 Thence they grow, and bloom, and flourijh, freed 
 
 for ever from decay, 
 And deathlejjhefs hath Jwallowed up the might of 
 
 death for aye. 
 
 They know Him Who knoweth all things, nothing 
 
 from their ken may flee, 
 And the thoughts of one another in the inmojt 
 
 heart they fee ; 
 One in choofing and refujing, one are they in 
 
 unity. 
 
292 #o perennfg JEJftae jFontcrm 
 
 And though each for divers merits there hath won 
 
 a various throne, 
 Yet their love for one another maketh what each 
 
 loves his own, 
 Every prize to all is common, yet belongs to each 
 
 alone. 
 
 Where the Body is, together in their flight the 
 
 eagles Jpeed, 
 There the Saints and there the Angels feek 
 
 refrejhment in their need, 
 And the Sons of Earth and Heaven on that One 
 
 Bread ever feed. 
 
 Ever full, yet ever craving, they dejire, and yet 
 
 pojefs, 
 But their fulnejs brings no loathing, and their 
 
 hunger no dijlrejs, 
 Eagerly they eat for ever, ever eat in joyfulnefs. 
 
 In new harmonies unceajing they with voice me- 
 lodious Jlng, 
 
 While their lijlening ears are gladdened with the 
 harps' exulting ring, 
 
 And for He hath made them viSors, praijes chant 
 they to their King. 
 
 Where the King of Heaven is prefent, happy is 
 the gazing Soul, 
 
felje te not Ueatr, but fleepetf). 293 
 
 And Jhe fees the double framework of the globe 
 
 beneath her roll, 
 Sees the fun and moon and planets and the Jlars 
 
 that Jlud the pole. 
 
 JESU, Palm of all Thy Soldiers, who in Thee 
 
 alone confide, 
 Bring me to that Holy City when my belt is laid 
 
 afide, 
 Grant that I may Jhare the portion of the Saints 
 
 who there abide. 
 
 While the war is yet unended, give me vigour for 
 
 the fray, 
 Give me, when the fight is over, Peace that pajfeth 
 
 not away, 
 Give Thyfelf to me, O JESU, as my one Reward 
 
 for aye. 
 
 fgf not beau, but deeped)* 
 
 ISTER, once more with fairy touch 
 
 Wake mufic's fpirit from the jlrings, 
 While o'er the rofe the twilight blufh 
 And the tired throjlle folds her wings. 
 
 My body lies within this room 
 Worn by the Jtrife of bufy day 
 
 But far beyond the deepening gloom 
 My Soul hath fled, far, far away. 
 
294 &ty W not tieati, tout fleepetfu 
 
 Beyond yon mountain in the clouds, 
 Whofe white peak faintly flujhes jlill, 
 
 I Jleal 'mid Angel-glijl'ning crowds 
 That Jlowly float adown the hill. 
 
 What Jeems to thee a wild blue plain 
 Among cloud headlands, is a lake, 
 
 On whofe clear ripple rejls no Jlain, 
 While Angel- voices o'er it break. 
 
 Their long robes glijlening as they pafs 
 Oaring on gently with Jo ft flight, 
 
 Cloud-Jhadows noifelefs o'er the grafs 
 Are thefe the Children of the Light ? 
 
 Seven Angels coronalled with gold 
 And lilies, lift above each head 
 
 Their white arms, in whofe tender fold 
 A little Sijler lieth dead. 
 
 A Baby-angel, on whofe face 
 GOD'S holy Dew is Jhining yet, 
 
 Who nejlles in her rejling place, 
 Her lips with tearful kijjes wet. 
 
 O'er the blue lake their footjleps Jail, 
 While myriad echoes haunt the Jky, 
 
 Around that tiny form Jo pale, 
 Around that Jleeping Jlirlefs eye. 
 
 Jujl where the fringe of deathlejs flowers 
 Is kijjed by every dimpled wave, 
 
igf not titati, but aeeperiu 295 
 
 They lay her in the carelefs bowers 
 Of Paradije beyond the grave. 
 
 Yet one Boy-Angel Jloops to kifs 
 The Jilver Crojs upon her brow 
 
 In the lap of Eternal Blifs 
 The Baby is no Baby now. 
 
 Higher and higher Jbar the wings 
 
 I cannot ]*ee their azure eyes ; 
 Yet one clear voice upjbaring Jings 
 
 In me its mujlc never dies. 
 
 In Jilence of the wakeful night, 
 Bejide the hurry of Life's Jlream, 
 
 I lijten with a jlrange delight, 
 I wander in a Jlranger dream. 
 
 I dream that men may cark and moil, 
 And yet their labour be in vain ; 
 
 Their knowledge but a mocking toil 
 
 Which lands them on the Jhores of pain. 
 
 But that dead Baby Jeeth now 
 
 What our dim eyes aye fail to fee 
 
 The glories of that radiant bow 
 That links Time to Eternity. 
 
 I dream GOD'S Angels Jland around 
 To watch the Baby's waking fmile, 
 
 As couched on the holy ground 
 Where nought may enter to defile. 
 
296 felje fg not Ueatr, but 
 
 She reads with knowledge, clear and Jtrong, 
 The Truths from Angels eyes concealed, 
 
 And bears upon a flood of Jong 
 
 Love's fuller, brighter Creed revealed ; 
 
 Is fondled by the LORD'S Redeemed, 
 Is kijjed, and pajfed from hand to hand, 
 
 As one upon whoje face had gleamed 
 The love light of the old home land. 
 
 And o'er the lake, and through the clouds, 
 Gazing they yearn to hear once more, 
 
 From out Jin's mijl that overjhrouds 
 The Jurges of earth's troublous Jhore ; 
 
 Once to hear how their loved ones fare ; 
 
 Once to breathe We are happy here, 
 Where is no Jin or Jlrife or care, 
 
 Where childlike Love hath lojl all fear. 
 
 'Tis o'er the mujk Melts away 
 Death's voices tremble on its tide. 
 
 Oh, in my Soul, through life's brief day 
 The wije grief of that Jong abide ! 
 
297 
 
 feacrifi'ce* 
 
 EHOLD ! all things await 
 
 Thy Coming, LORD, in jlate. 
 The Altar-VeJJels gleam, the Tapers 
 
 burn : 
 
 O mujl not we prepare 
 Our hearts Thy Light to Jhare, 
 And Jhould not all our Souls with longing yearn ? 
 
 O Childhood, dear to Him 
 
 Who fways the Cherubim, 
 O Manhood, with the careworn brow Jo pale, 
 
 That into Truth can'Jl look, 
 
 And wilt not Jhadows brook, 
 Come ! at His Shrine the Incarnate LAMB to hail. 
 
 And thou, true Woman's heart, 
 
 That knew'Jl not to depart 
 When thy LORD lay dejerted in the Tomb, 
 
 Rejoice ! The greatejl now 
 
 Before Him bend the brow. 
 Come ! earth's remotejl Nations, there is room. 
 
 Once, SAVIOUR ! once alone 
 
 Upon Thine Altar-Throne, 
 Dear Calvary's Crofs, didjl Thou for fmners die ; 
 
 But in Thine own Abode 
 
 Thou art the LAMB of GOD, 
 And blendejl earth and Heaven in fpoufals high. 
 
298 C&e ^olp feacuft'cc, 
 
 As viflims Jlain of yore 
 
 BeJIde the open door, 
 Within the veil by fire Heaven's Gifts became, 
 
 Love infinite, Divine, 
 
 On Heaven's tranjlucent Shrine 
 Conjumes, and yet confumes not, in its flame. 
 
 Sweet LAMB of GOD, once Jlain, 
 
 Who alway dojl remain 
 
 The Undying LAMB on Heaven's vajl Throne 
 above, 
 
 At this mojl wondrous Feajl 
 
 Each Chrijlian Soul is Priejl, 
 And yields Thyfelf, the Sacrifice of Love. 
 
 Lo ! over earth's expanfe, 
 
 Beneath Heaven's countenance, 
 A myriad Altars wait the Incarnate Guejt, 
 
 Who Jloops, whiljl time and Jpace 
 
 Lie in His Arms' embrace, 
 To be the Inmate of the faithful breajt. 
 
 As from the jburce of day 
 
 A myriad Junbeams play 
 Upon earth's vales, and fill each chaliced flower, 
 
 So He, Who guards Heaven's Throne, 
 
 Still makes His Prefence known 
 Through earth's wide courts, and comes in Love 
 and Power. 
 
 Not in all gems of Inde 
 Couldjt Thou be fitly Jhrined, 
 Mojl gracious Prejence, Heavenly, yet moJITrue; 
 
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 Our earthly accents fail, 
 Nor Heaven may fpeak the tale, 
 But hearts may yield the fervent homage due. 
 
 Defcend, O LORD ! And we 
 
 Will fupplicate, through Thee, 
 For all we love in earth or Spirit-Jphere, 
 
 And for Thy cojlly fake 
 
 We know that GOD will take 
 Our feeble prayers, as flowers of love and fear, 
 
 And bind them in a wreath 
 
 To circle Hell and Death 
 And draw the univerje to His great Throne. 
 
 This is our jervice due ; 
 
 Come ! Children, aid may you, 
 For CHRIST is here, and Children are His Own. 
 
 And all the facred throng 
 
 Shall join in our glad Jong ; 
 Angels, Archangels, Thrones and Hierarchies, 
 
 And Jhe, that Virgin Blejl, 
 
 Who cradled on her breajl 
 The LORD of all, and kijjed His Jleeping Eyes. 
 
 With her each Patriarch great, 
 
 All Souls that conquered hate, 
 Prophets, Apojlles, Martyrs, all as one, 
 
 Swell high the blifsful Song 
 
 Which, ages vajl along, 
 High Heaven Jhall carol to the FATHER'S SON. 
 
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 O HOLY GHOST, come ! fire 
 
 Our hearts, and joy infpire 
 Worthy His Prejence Who dejcends this morn. 
 
 Peace, Mortals : Jong nor Jpeech 
 
 Can this great Myjlery reach ; 
 Into a world of Jmners GOD is born. 
 
 UN was Jhining bright and fair, 
 Wind was hujhed, and calm was there, 
 Calm, and Peace beyond compare 
 In GOD'S Acre. 
 
 Flowerets blooming, rare and gay, 
 Decked the Grave-plats on that day, 
 And each Chaplet jeemed to fay 
 
 We fade and bloom. 
 
 Thought I then with joy and woe 
 Of dear Friends I once did know, 
 Sleeping now long years ago 
 
 In GOD'S Acre. 
 
 Thought I then with throbbing brain, 
 Heart was beating not with pain, 
 For I heard a glorious Strain 
 
 From GOD'S Acre. 
 
 
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 " We the Voices feemed to fay 
 Far from pain and grief away, 
 Ever, for thee, lone One, pray, 
 
 Watches keeping. 
 
 " Thine awhile mujl be the Jlrife, 
 Thine the battle-field of life, 
 Thine the day with forrow rife, 
 Yet be hopeful. 
 
 " Wear thine armour, Soldier brave, 
 Sailor, breajl the jwelling wave, 
 One there is all Jlrong to Jave, 
 
 Then be faithful. 
 
 " Wipe the tear-drop from thine eye, 
 And reprejs the rijmg Jigh : 
 We unjeen, yet ever nigh, 
 
 Will cheer thee on. 
 
 " Ye who toil, and we that wait 
 By the bright and golden Gate, 
 Till we reach the highejl Jlate, 
 
 In CHRIST are one." 
 
 Sun was Jhining bright and fair ; 
 Blejl Spirit-voices filled the air ; 
 With thankful heart I jaid my prayer 
 In GOD'S Acre. 
 
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 itie Cmootl) Atones? of 2Dabt'D. 
 
 EADY for battle's grim array 
 Encamped two hojlile armies lay 
 Now trumpet founds and drum ; 
 But Jlill from yonder mountain's Jide, 
 
 Though Jigns there are of martial pride, 
 
 None armed for combat come. 
 A mighty Champion's /landing here, 
 And all his form gigantic fear : 
 Fierce is his look, his Challenge loud ; 
 Pale terror haunts the fainting crowd. 
 
 His height Jlx cubits and a fpan, 
 By half he pajfes mortal man : 
 
 Who can his Jlature reach ? 
 The very love GOD gives of life 
 To turn from fuch unequal Jlrife 
 
 Would all but madmen teach. 
 Thus argue Jlill the worldly wife, 
 For ever feeing mountains rife, 
 And trembling lejl a little breath 
 Should fwell into the jlorm of Death. 
 
 A brazen helmet on his head 
 Nods terrible, and plates are fpread 
 Of polifhed brafs around ; 
 

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 Of Jlature vajl he treads the earth 
 Like offspring of Jbme monjlrous birth. 
 
 And jhakes the jblid ground. 
 Impregnable appears the jhield 
 One bears before him on the field ; 
 His hands, like hazel wand, uprear 
 Of dreadful length his iron fpear. 
 
 Methinks I trace in him again 
 The great Arch-enemy of men, 
 
 In verje immortal told : 
 He, when his fury fiercejl burned, 
 From armoury celejlial turned 
 
 And why art thou lejs bold ? 
 'Twas Angels and an Arm Divine 
 Repuljed him then : Jtich arms are thine : 
 The Soldiers of a Heavenly King 
 To combat Heavenly weapons bring. 
 
 Thou who in youth hajl often read, 
 " Salvation Jure Jhall fence the head, 
 
 True Peace the feet defend, 
 Strong Faith, rejijling every dart 
 With ample Shield, fence every part, 
 
 And round thy jleps dejcend" 
 His Jimple Word to thee is " Stand ! 
 Girt round with Truth, and in thy hand 
 Tight grafp, to jerve for Jpear and /word, 
 The two-edged falchion of His Word." 
 
304 Cfie ffte fmootf) Atones of 2Dat>itu 
 
 There's but one fecret in the fight 
 The trujling to ANOTHER'S Might ; 
 
 For, Jlrange as it may feem, 
 Whoe'er Jhall to the lijls dejcend, 
 Though armed in proof, without this Friend, 
 
 Will find his Jtrength a dream. 
 We wrejlle not with things of earth, 
 But fubtle Foes of airy birth : 
 Who combats in that Jhadowy field 
 Mujl more than mortal weapons wield. 
 
 He who this Champion vajl withjlood 
 Thought not e'en royal armour good 
 
 Whoje temper was unknown ; 
 But mindful of a former Jlrife, 
 Trujled Who then prejerved his life 
 
 Would Jtill with triumph crown. 
 Now firjt, ere join we in the fray, 
 A moment each in earnejt pray ; 
 Together turn we then and look 
 For five Jmooth Pebbles in the Brook. 
 
 Inquire you where that River flows ? 
 On Sinai firjl the Fountain roje, 
 
 Then Judah's valleys laves, 
 Till, mixing with the waters free, 
 From one Jmall Well in Galilee 
 
 It Jwelled to mightiejl waves : 
 And Jlill with never-ceajing Jong 
 It rolls majejlical along, 
 
 
Cfje jftfo fmoort) Atones? of SDaWJu 305 
 
 Fountain of Peace in every land, 
 Or Zembla's ice, or Afric's jand. 
 
 One Stone rejplendent o'er the rejl, 
 Fit Jewel for an Angel's breajl, 
 
 Shines bright in cold or heat ; 
 And not in all yon Eajlern train, 
 'Mid mines of gold where Sultans reign, 
 
 May /uch your vijion meet : 
 No larger than the mujtard's feed, 
 From it Juch lujlrous rays proceed, 
 Where'er Faith's lucid jparkles Jhine, 
 They make whate'er they touch Divine. 
 
 Fragment of Jbme unjhaken Rock 
 
 This jeems, whoje force may bear the Jhock 
 
 Of tempejl and of tide ; 
 And though, perchance, of rougher face, 
 It Jlands with more enduring grace 
 
 Than fmoother works of pride : 
 If placed bejide the waters' brink, 
 Who treads on it jhall never Jink ; 
 Wild though the waves of Jbrrow roll, 
 They may not whelm the Patient Soul. 
 
 In the clear depths another lies 
 Of which jecure a Shaft may rife 
 
 AJcending day by day ; 
 Upright and pure, the bufy morn 
 Shines on it from the early dawn 
 
 Till gleams the evening ray : 
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3 6 tB&e jffte fmootf) Atones o2Dafjftu 
 
 Contented with the rules of old, 
 
 It Jeeks no adventitious gold 
 
 Of man's device. Thus fpake the LORD ! 
 
 Obedience ajks no further word. 
 
 Goodly thy jlruffure : clouds will form 
 And Jhroud it with the coming jlorm ; 
 
 Perchance thy heart may quail 
 The Pillar of Obedience rock 
 Unjleady 'neath the thunder Jhock, 
 
 Well-nigh the bafement fail ; 
 Faith's Jewel will its light Jupply 
 More radiant through its bright ally : 
 Who could with earthly jbrrow cope 
 Unlighted by the Gleams of Hope ? 
 
 Now all feems polijhed, fixed, fecure, 
 Rock, Pillar, Jewel, to endure 
 
 And Jhine through years to come ; 
 Yet jbmewhat Jlill deficient jeems, 
 A warmer glow to Jhed its beams 
 
 On neighbour and on home : 
 It /nines with Juch diffujive ray, 
 Ne'er on one Jpot its glories Jlay ; 
 Baje, column, capital above, 
 All Jparkle with the Rays of Love. 
 
 O might I Juch a Temple rije, 
 Compacl with what the LORD Jiipplies, 
 The Unftion of His Grace ! 
 
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 O might my life henceforward be 
 Pure, Jlraight, from worldly follies free, 
 
 Stedfajl in its own place ! 
 Patient myjelf, with aSive Zeal, 
 True Love that can for others feel, 
 With Hope Jlill cheerful in my breajl, 
 And Faith in an Eternal Rejl. 
 
 for laifjftfuntfoe: from 
 tije Hartru 
 
 Jam Chrlftus aftra afcenderat. 
 
 jjOWCHRisThad climbed the Jlarryjkies, 
 
 Once more returning to his Own, 
 Fraught with the FATHER'S Gift of 
 
 Price, 
 To fend the HOLY SPIRIT down. 
 
 Onward the Solemn Feajl-day rolled, 
 
 Upon its jeven-fold circle borne ; 
 The myjlic week of weeks, that told 
 
 The coming of that blejjed morn. 
 
 It comes, the third Hour of the day, 
 
 While thunder Jhakes the world's wide dome, 
 
 And, as the blejl Apojlles pray, 
 
 Heralds aloud that GOD doth come. 
 
308 lining for Mif)itftmtfoe, 
 
 Forth from the Everlajting SIRE 
 The FLAME Divine falls manifejl, 
 
 With the True WORD'S enkindling Fire 
 To fill each faithful Chrijlian breajl. 
 
 The HOLY SPIRIT breathes abroad, 
 
 And while their frejhened hearts rejoice, 
 
 They fpeak the mighty Works of GOD 
 With varying tongue, but one true Voice. 
 
 To men from every Nation called, 
 Barbarian, Latin, Jew, and Greek, 
 
 Wondering alike, alike appalled, 
 
 With tongue of each the Preachers fpeak. 
 
 Falfe Jewry then, with heart untrue, 
 
 And fpirit Jlern and evil-willed, 
 Dares madly taunt CHRIST'S faithful few 
 
 * Yea, with new wine thefe Men are filled !' 
 
 But with high deed and fign of might 
 Peter confronts the crowd, andjhews 
 
 By proof, on Joel built aright, 
 
 That falfely fpeak thofe faithlefs Jews. 
 
 Beata nobis gaudla. 
 
 OUND roll the weeks our hearts to greet, 
 
 With blifsful joys returning ; 
 For lo ! the Holy PARACLETE 
 
 On twelve bright brows Jits burning. 
 
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 With quivering Flame He lights on each, 
 In fajhion like a Tongue, to teach 
 That eloquent they are of jpeech, 
 
 Their hearts with true Love yearning. 
 
 While with all tongues they jpeak to all, 
 The nations deem them maddened ; 
 
 And drunk with wine the Prophets call, 
 Whom GOD'S Good SPIRIT gladdened ; 
 
 A marvel this, in Myjlery done, 
 
 The Holy Pafchal-tide out-run, 
 
 The duly numbered days have won 
 RemiQion for the Jaddened. 
 
 O GOD mojl Holy, Thee we pray 
 
 With reverent brow low bending, 
 Grant us the SPIRIT'S Gifts to-day, 
 
 The Gifts from Heaven descending : 
 And Jince Thy Grace hath deigned to bide 
 Within our breajls, once fanflified, 
 Deign, LORD, to cajl our Jlns ajide, 
 Henceforth calm jeajbns fending, 
 
 Inter fulpbur el fulgura turbims. 
 
 MID the whirlwind and the thunder cloud, 
 Amid the lightning fires that flajh abroad ; 
 With blajl of trumpet founding long and loud, 
 
 On Sinai's Mount of awe, 
 Unto Thine ancient Race their ancient Law 
 Thou givejl forth, O GOD : 
 
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 By terror thus Thou triejl their faithlejs hearts ; 
 
 Dojl Jin forbid? Or as the price of Jin 
 Dojl death ajjign ? But what avail theje Jmarts ; 
 
 Can dark and dijmal threat 
 In them obedience or true Love beget, 
 Can dread their homage win ? 
 
 Lo ! at the foot of that Jlill fmoking Hill 
 
 The People, heedlefs of their plighted troth, 
 The loved, the faithlejs People, faithlejs Jlill, 
 
 A molten Image make, 
 And for an Idol their True GOD forjake, 
 The GOD of Sabaoth. 
 
 Oh ! without Thee, our Souls' far better part, 
 
 What can our poor weak minds avail, O LORD? 
 Pour light upon our Jpirits ; from our heart 
 
 Its iron hardnejs draw, 
 And make us, for Thou canjl, obey Thy Law, 
 And doers of Thy Word. 
 
 Quo vos Magiftri Gloria^ quo Salus. 
 
 JJO where your Majler's Glory 
 Invites your band abroad ; 
 Go forth for man's Salvation 
 
 And bear the Word of GOD ; 
 Go where the Virgin harvejl of all lands 
 Go where a Brother' s Soul you r loving care demands. 
 
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 Go ! facred Band : behold ye, 
 
 Even now the fields are white ; 
 For Brethren thrice a thoufand 
 
 Have caught the Words of Light ; 
 Matured whereby, and ripened like a field 
 That GOD hath blejjed, their fruit a thoufand fold 
 they yield. 
 
 Pricked to their inmojl hearts' -core 
 
 They weep with bitter tears ; 
 And in the hallowed laver 
 
 Their jlains of by-gone years 
 Fain would they wajh away they burn, they 
 
 burn, 
 
 For that blejl Stream whofe waves all Jlains to 
 frejhnefs turn. 
 
 But not to Judah's border 
 
 Shall that bright Junfhine cling, 
 The Sun, where through all regions 
 
 He runs his golden ring, 
 
 Lights up frejh fields of triumph for your feet, 
 And warms all hearts with glee your gladjbme call 
 to greet. 
 
 A thoufand fanes are falling ; 
 
 Proud wifdom vails its front ; 
 The courtly tyrant trembles ; 
 
 The murdering fword is blunt : 
 Wild though the torturer's wrath his furies 
 
 ceafe, 
 
 And conquered vengeance quails before the Men 
 of Peace. 
 
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 Come ! All-creating SPIRIT, 
 
 Thou a new world didjl frame ; 
 On us Thy Power out-pouring, 
 
 Our Souls with Love enflame ; 
 Almighty GOD, All-gracious, All-benign, 
 Us with Thy Grace renew, and make us wholly 
 Thine. 
 
 HOUGH thou art lowly now, 
 
 Pale and difcrowned, 
 Laying thy holy brow 
 
 Faint on the ground, 
 Traitors deceiving thee, 
 Scorners Jurrounding, 
 Falfe teachers grieving thee, 
 
 Cruel hands wounding ; 
 Though the Jlorm hover 
 Frowning and dark ; 
 Though the wave cover 
 
 The walls of thine Ark, 
 And Hope's jweet Dove for thee 
 
 Bring not one leaf, 
 Mother, our love for thee 
 Grows with thy grief! 
 
 What if her word may be 
 Void of command ! 
 
3*3 
 
 What if the fword we fee 
 
 Drop from her hand ! 
 Shall we not fear her ? 
 
 Dare we forget her ? 
 Cling we the nearer ! 
 
 Love we the better ! 
 Let our thoughts only paint 
 
 What Jhe has been ; 
 Meek as a lonely Saint ! 
 
 Crowned as a Queen ! 
 When Jhe lies dumbly 
 Gather we humbly 
 
 Kneeling and fay 
 Powerlefs and lonely ! 
 Speak, whifper only, 
 
 We will obey ! 
 
 No idle figh for her ! 
 Ye who would die for her, 
 Nerve ye to live for her ; 
 Suffer and jlrive for her ; 
 Pray for her tearfully ; 
 Hope for her fearfully ; 
 Let your tears rain on her, 
 Till each foul Jlain on her 
 
 Pafs from the fight, 
 And there remains on her 
 
 Robes of pure white ! 
 
 By the dews of thy morning, 
 Holy and foft, 
 
By words of fweet warning 
 
 Uttered Jo oft, 
 By accents adorning 
 
 Daily which rife, 
 Where Jpires up/oaring 
 
 Pierce the deep Jkies, 
 By Him Whoje Miflion 
 
 Gave, not in vain, 
 The awful Commiffion 
 
 Remit and Retain ! 
 By the Life which thou livejl 
 
 E'en now in thy Jhame, 
 By the Food which thou givejt 
 
 We dare not to name, 
 By the Gifts that are in thee, 
 
 Power, Faith, and Purity 
 Seek we to win thee 
 
 From Jloth and objcurity. 
 Anjwer our loyalty 
 
 Waiting and weeping ! 
 Put on thy royalty ! 
 
 Rife from thy Jleeping ! 
 
 Take thine own place again 
 
 Where Jlars are bright, 
 And from GOD'S Face again 
 
 Drink deathlefs Light ! 
 Rije and fubdue to thee 
 
 All, as of old, 
 Thofe that were true to thee, 
 
 Thofe that were cold ; 
 
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 Children who pained thee, 
 
 Rebels who took thee, 
 Foes who difdained thee, 
 
 Friends who forjbok thee ! 
 Yes, all Jhall gaze on thee, 
 Showering their praije on thee, 
 As thofe pure rays on thee 
 
 Vifibly Jhine ; 
 
 Earth, now no home for thee, 
 Then Jhall become for thee 
 
 One mighty Shrine, 
 One vajl Community, 
 Known by its Unity 
 
 Truly Divine ! 
 
 Call ye this vanity, 
 
 Work never done, 
 Which poor Humanity 
 
 Mars, ere begun ? 
 Nay, no dejpair for us ! 
 Think on CHRIST'S Prayer for us 
 
 Let them be One ! 
 Ear to the thunder dull, 
 
 Senfe-blinded eye, 
 GOD Jlill is wonderful, 
 
 CHRIST yet is nigh ! 
 
tCfje Salutation of tfje (Breefe Cfiurcl) 
 on (Eatfer 2Dap, 
 
 |PRINGTIDEbirdsarejinging,jinging, 
 
 For the daybreak in the Eajl, 
 Silver bells are ringing, ringing, 
 
 For the Church's glorious Feajt. 
 CHRIST is rijen ! CHRIST is rijen ! 
 
 Sin's long triumph now is o'er. 
 
 CHRIST is rijen ! Death's dark prifon 
 
 Now can hold His Saints no more. 
 
 CHRIST is rijen ! rijen, Brother ! 
 
 Brother, CHRIST is rijen indeed ! 
 
 Holy Women jbught Him weeping, 
 
 Weeping at the break of dawn, 
 Sought their LORD where He lay jleeping, 
 
 In the love of hearts forlorn, 
 Life for death on death's throne meeting 
 
 Joy for jbrrow, faith for fear, 
 For their tears the Angel's greeting 
 
 CHRIST is rijen ! He is not here. 
 CHRIST is rijen ! rijen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rijen indeed ! 
 
 Loved Apojlles, jcarce believing 
 In His Triumph o'er the grave, 
 
 Hear the tale amid their grieving, 
 Hajlen eager to the Cave, 
 
Salutation of tfje (Bctefe C&urcf), 3 J 7 
 
 Find the folded grave Clothes lying, 
 
 Death's unloofed and Jhattered chain, 
 Find Him gone, Death's power defying, 
 From the Cavern Jealed in vain. 
 CHRIST is rifen ! rifen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
 Mary comes, a refuge feeking 
 
 For her mourning and her Jhame, 
 Lo ! a well-known voice is fpeaking, 
 
 Lo ! the Majler calls her name 
 Firjl, the life o'er Jin victorious, 
 
 She who wept for Jin adored, 
 For her tears the mijjion glorious 
 
 To announce the Rijen LORD. 
 CHRIST is rijen ! rijen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
 For her tears, O glad reversing 
 
 Of the Woman's work of old, 
 Glorious Tidings now rehearjing ; 
 
 For the tale in Eden told, 
 Woman's voice that tale fupplying, 
 
 Brought in death by Satan's lie ; 
 Woman's voice is now replying 
 
 CHRIST is rifen ! we Jhall not die. 
 CHRIST is rifen ! rifen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
 Where the noontide rays are falling 
 On the rugged mountain fide, 
 
Salutation of tfie (Breefc Cfjurclj. 
 
 Brethren journey, fad recalling 
 
 How He loved, and how He died. 
 He is with them ! He is hearing 
 
 How their trujl and hope had fled, 
 To their loving faith appearing 
 In the Blejfing of the Bread. 
 CHRIST is rifen ! rifen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
 Flajhing back the funfet glory 
 
 Burns a cafement high and dim, 
 There the Ten, on all His Story 
 
 Sadly dwelling, fpeak of Him. 
 He is there ! the Light that never 
 
 Into twilight fades away, 
 Day-jlar of the Dawn that ever 
 
 Breaks into the perfect Day ! 
 CHRIST is rifen ! rifen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
 Saints ! your Crofs in patience bearing, 
 
 Mourners ! Jlained with many a tear, 
 Penitents ! in forrow wearing 
 
 Darkejl weeds of Jhame and fear, 
 CHRIST is rifen ! lofe your fadnejs 
 
 Joying with the joyous throng, 
 Faithful hearts will find their gladnefs 
 
 Joining in the Eajler fong. 
 
 CHRIST is rifen ! rifen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
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 CHRIST is rifen ! CHRIST the Living, 
 
 All His mourners' tears to Jlay, 
 CHRIST is rifen I CHRIST forgiving 
 
 Wipes the Jlain of Jin away. 
 CHRIST is rifen ! CHRIST is rifen ! 
 
 Sin's long triumph now is o'er ; 
 CHRIST is rifen ! Death's dark prifon 
 
 Holds His Faithful never more. 
 CHRIST is rifen ! rifen, Brother ! 
 Brother, CHRIST is rifen indeed ! 
 
 3De latsbttttf >> >ccfpturae+ 
 
 An ancient Latin Poem. 
 
 j|O cull the gems of fuch a theme for 
 
 praife, 
 Though in a feeble fong is gracious 
 
 toil; 
 This is the houfehold grain for famine days 
 
 That Hebrew Pilgrims drew from Coptic foil. 
 The palatable Manna from the Jky 
 
 Flavoured with every fweet to every lip j 
 Briefly in price it doth the gold outvie, 
 
 In Jheen the Sun, in tajle what bees do Jlp. 
 What day brings earth, it doth to mankind bring ; 
 Day lights the fields : this lights the Soul 
 within ; 
 
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 A garden-brook, a fathomlefs waterfpring 
 
 Nurturing all thoughts, all hearts o'erparchec 
 
 with Jin ; 
 
 GOD'S Pajlure and CHRIST'S Wine-Jlore : Heavens 
 that glow 
 
 With Jtars for every myjlery they hide ; 
 This the quick writer's pen, and this the bow 
 
 Whofe medicinal Jhafts each heart divide. 
 The in-wheeling wheels that like to Ocean's flow 
 
 Are full of wonder, all are here again ; 
 Four forms, one kind, that mount or Jland or go 
 
 As the indwelling energies ordain. 
 The Roll upon the LAMB'S Right Hand, writ 
 through, 
 
 Within the myjtic, and the plain outfide ; 
 Here Mofes' face is hidden from the view ; 
 
 Here CHRIST'S own Glory draws the veil ajide. 
 This which in figure Mojes, CHRIST in deed 
 
 Sprinkled with Blood, both form and matter 
 
 holds ; 
 The old, the form, the new Law for our need 
 
 More large; what that would cover this unfolds. 
 While lajls the type that tejlifieth, Deep 
 
 Calls unto Deep. Fit title for the twain : 
 A jlender bolt doth thoje abyjjes keep, 
 
 But to embrace them were an effort vain. 
 Here evermore to muje, to Jearch, and know 
 
 Is to enjoy Heaven's light, and Heavenly Jtore ; 
 No better lot has man, than Jludying Jo, 
 
 To root his life where Life is evermore. 
 
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 Happy, who thirjling, in this fpring can find 
 
 Elixir to embalm his life each day ; 
 Elfe doth the man feem tajtelejs to my mind 
 
 Who fails, to learn by heart this Heavenly lay. 
 Who Jludies it for wealth or human praije 
 
 He is not wije nor yet to WiJHom near ; 
 She for herjelf mujl courted be always, 
 
 And oh what boons Jhe gives her lover ! Hear : 
 More chajle the love becomes ; the Jenfe more 
 bright, 
 
 From temporal prejjures is the mind more free ; 
 The text breeds virtues ever, renders light 
 
 The Soul, and bids all mortal failings flee ! 
 
 , patrfcfe>0 Coat of 
 
 RM me to-day, in this awful hour, 
 
 Myprayer to the All-Holy TRINITY, 
 My faith in Him Who reigneth in 
 
 Power, 
 
 The GOD of the Elements, FATHER, and SON, 
 And PARACLETE-SPIRIT, Which THREE are 
 
 The ONE, 
 The Incomprehenjible DEITY. 
 
 Arm me to-day, my Prayer to the LORD, 
 
 To CHRIST the Eternal WORD, 
 Who came to redeem from Jin and death 
 
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322 fe, Patrick Coat 
 
 Our fallen race ; 
 And I would place 
 The Virtue that compajfeth 
 His Incarnation lowly, 
 His Baptijm pure and holy, 
 His Life of toil and tears and affliclion, 
 His dolorous Death, His Crucifixion, 
 His Burial facred and Jad and lone, 
 
 His ReJurreSion to life again, 
 His glorious AJcenJion to Heaven's high Throne, 
 
 And lajlly His Coming dread 
 His terrible Coming to judge all men, 
 Both the living and the dead. 
 
 Arm me, and keep me, in this dark place, 
 With Virtue that dwells in the Seraphim's love ; 
 The Virtue and the Grace 
 
 That are in the obedience 
 And unjhaken allegiance 
 Of all the Archangels and Angels above : 
 And in the hope of the RefurreSion 
 To everlajling Reward and Ele<3ion ; 
 And in the Prayers of the Fathers of old ; 
 And in the Truths which the Prophets foretold ; 
 And in the Apojlles' manifold Preaching ; 
 And in the ConfeJJbrs' faith and teaching : 
 And in the purity ever dwelling 
 
 Within unjullied virgin's breajl ; 
 And in the aftions bright and excelling 
 
 Of all good Men who the Lord confejjed. 
 
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 Arm me to-day, in this fateful hour, 
 
 The Heaven above with all its power, 
 
 And the fun with its brightnefs, 
 
 And the Jhow with its whitenejs, 
 
 And fire with all the Jlrength it hath, 
 
 And lightning, with its rapid wrath, 
 
 And the winds with their Jwiftnefs along their 
 
 path, 
 
 And the fea with its deepnefs, 
 And the rocks with their Jleepnefs, 
 And the earth with its coldnejs 
 
 All thefe I place 
 
 By GOD'S good Grace 
 Between myjelf and the Devil's boldnejs. 
 
 Arm me to-day, 
 O GOD, my Jlay ; 
 
 May the Strength of GOD now nerve me ! 
 May the Power of GOD prejerve me ! 
 May GOD the Almighty be near me ! 
 May GOD the Almighty cheer me ! 
 May GOD the Almighty hear me ! 
 
 May GOD give me eloquent Jpeech ! 
 May the Arm of GOD protecl me ! 
 May the WiJHom of GOD direct me ! 
 
 May GOD give me power to teach and to preach ! 
 May the Shield of GOD defend me ! 
 May the Hojl of GOD attend me, 
 And ward me, 
 And guard me, 
 
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 Againjl the wiles of Demons and Devils, 
 Againjl temptations of vice and evils, 
 Againjl bad pajjions and wrathful will 
 
 Of the recklejs mind and the wicked heart ; 
 Againjl every man that dejigns me ill, 
 
 Whether leagued with others or plotting apart. 
 
 In this hour of hours 
 
 I place all theje Powers 
 Between myjelf and every foe 
 
 Who threats body or Soul 
 
 With danger or dole ; 
 To protecl me againjl the evils that flow, 
 From lying Soothjayers' incantations ; 
 From the gloomy laws of Gentile Nations ; 
 From Herejy's hateful innovations : 
 
 Be all theje my defenders, 
 
 My guards againjl every ban, 
 Againjl fpell of Druid and Witch and Magician ; 
 
 Againjl knowledge that renders 
 
 Thick night the condition 
 Of fpirit and Soul of man. 
 
 May CHRIST, I pray, 
 Protect me to-day 
 Againjl poijbn and fire, 
 Againjl drowning and wounding, 
 That Jo, in His Grace abounding, 
 I may earn the Preacher's hire. 
 
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 CHRIST, as a Light, 
 
 Illumine and guide me ! 
 
 CHRIST, as a Shield, o'erjhadow and cover me ! 
 CHRIST be under me ! CHRIST be over me ! 
 
 CHRIST be befide me, 
 On left hand and right ! 
 CHRIST be before me, behind me, about me ! 
 CHRIST be this day within and without me ! 
 
 CHRIST, the Humble, the Lowly, the Meek, 
 
 CHRIST, the All-powerful, be 
 In the heart of each to whom I fpeak, 
 
 In the mouth of all who /peak to me, 
 In all who draw near me, 
 Or Jee me, or hear me. 
 
 Arm me to-day in this awful hour, 
 
 My Prayer to the Holy TRINITY ! 
 Glory to Him Who reigneth in Power, 
 The GOD of the Elements, FATHER, and SON, 
 And PARACLETE-SPIRIT, which THREE are 
 
 The ONE, 
 The EverlaJHng DIVINITY. 
 
 Salvation dwells with the LORD, 
 
 With CHRIST the Omnipotent WORD ; 
 
 From generation to generation, 
 
 Grant us, O LORD, Thy Grace and Salvation ! 
 
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 ett laetitiae* 
 
 Hymn on tbe Nativity of our Lord Jefus Chrift. 
 
 j|N this fejlal Day we Jing 
 Joyful tidings hearing, 
 For this Day our Heavenly King 
 
 On our earth appearing 
 Comes a Sweet and Lovely CHILD, 
 Born for us of ajpefl mild, 
 Made for us a Creature ; 
 He Who reigns in boundlefs fpace, 
 GOD, Who has no form, nor face, 
 Takes our human feature. 
 
 Mother here a Daughter fee ! 
 
 Here the FATHER SON is ! 
 What more wondrous things could be ? 
 
 GOD and MAN here One is ; 
 Servant is, and Majler too, 
 Whom, though here, we cannot view, 
 
 Nor can apprehend Him ; 
 Prejent here, yet dijlant far : 
 Lojl in deepejl mijl we are, 
 
 None can comprehend Him. 
 
 Nature at this Wonder done 
 
 Lojl in mute furprife is, 
 When a Roje, GOD'S Only SON, 
 
 From a Lily rijes ; 
 
 
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 When a Virgin gives Him birth, 
 
 Him, Who made the Heavens and earth, 
 
 Him, our GOD Eternal ; 
 And her Jacred Virgin Breajl 
 Feeds Him, and affords Him rejl, 
 
 In her love Maternal. 
 
 Lo ! an Angel bright appears 
 
 In deep night descending, 
 Calms the humble Shepherds' fears, 
 
 Who their flocks are tending ; 
 Joyful Tidings brings to earth 
 Of the King and SAVIOUR'S Birth, 
 
 Infant feebly crying, 
 He Who is the Angels' LORD, 
 By all Heaven and earth adored, 
 
 In a Manger lying. 
 
 Cryjlal pure will jlill remain 
 
 Sunbeams through it Jhining, 
 So the Virgin knows no Jlain, 
 
 No high gifts resigning ; 
 Spotlefs after, as before, 
 Her blejl Womb for mortals bore 
 
 GOD to earth descended ; 
 BleJJed is that Virgin Breajl ; 
 Blejl thofe hands, which firjl and bejl 
 
 CHRIST, an INFANT, tended. 
 
 Night in darknejs Jhrouds His Birth, 
 Who the Sun gives jplendour, 
 
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 In a Jlable lies on earth 
 
 Earth's Prince and Defender. 
 That right Hand Jo clojely bound 
 Fixed the brilliant Jlars around, 
 And the Heavens extended ; 
 He is heard in infant Cries 
 Who with thunder rends the Jkies, 
 With dread lightnings blended. 
 
 Lo ! the Virgin humbly goes, 
 
 In her chajle Womb bearing 
 GOD'S Own SON, to rank with thoje, 
 
 Who in crowds repairing, 
 Are in Bethlehem enrolled : 
 O may we our names behold 
 
 On Heaven's glorious portals, 
 With thoje Angels, who in love 
 Glory Jung to GOD above, 
 
 Peace proclaimed to mortals. 
 
 Now with prayer be homage done, 
 
 Hearts and voices raijing, 
 Worshipping the Infant SON, 
 
 And the Mother praijing : 
 Here a Wondrous CHILD is found, 
 Publijh then His Name around : 
 
 Thee our LORD imploring, 
 We proclaim our GOD mojl High, 
 Thee our JESUS ever nigh, 
 
 With all earth adoring. 
 
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 CHRIST, Who with Almighty Hands 
 
 This our being gave us, 
 When we broke His high Commands 
 
 Would be born to Jave us ; 
 To Him now devoutly pray 
 LORD forgive our jins this day, 
 
 Do Thou never leave us, 
 Let us not at death be lojl, 
 But to join Thy Heavenly Hojl 
 
 In that hour receive us. 
 
 (Pa, anti come* 
 
 HOU Jayejl to us, Go ! 
 And work while it is called to-day; 
 
 the Sun 
 
 Is high in heaven, the harvejl but begun ; 
 Can hands oft raijed in prayer, can hearts that 
 
 know 
 
 The beat of Mine through love and pain be Jlow 
 To Jbothe and Jlrengthen?" Still Thou fayejl 
 
 " Go ! 
 
 Lift up your eyes and j*ee where now the Line 
 Of GOD hath fallen for you, one with Mine 
 Your Lot and Portion. Go ! where none relieves, 
 Where no one pities ; thrujl the fickle in 
 And reap and bind, where toil and want and Jin 
 Are Jlanding white, for here My Harvejls grow : 
 
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 d5o, anti come* 
 
 Go ! glean for Me 'mid wajled frames outworn, 
 'Mid Souls uncheered, uncared for; hearts forlorn, 
 \Vith care and grief acquainted long, unknown 
 To earthly friend, of Heaven unmindful grown ; 
 In homes where no one loves, where none believes, 
 For here I gather in My goodly Sheaves." 
 Thoufayejl to us, " Go!" 
 
 Thou fayejl to us, " Go ! 
 To conflict and to death." While friends are few 
 And foes are many, what hajl Thou to do 
 With peace, Thou SON of Peace ? A Man of war 
 Art Thou from Youth ! when Thou dojl girded 
 
 ride, 
 
 Two Jlern Injlruclors, Truth and Mercy, guide 
 Thy Hand to things of terror ; friends and foes 
 Thine Arrows feel ; a Sword before Thee goes, 
 And after Thee a Fire, confufion jlirred 
 Among the nations even by the Word 
 Of Meeknefs and of Right. " Yea, take and eat 
 Of theje My Words," Thou Jayejl, " they are 
 
 jweet 
 
 As honey ; yet this roll that now I prefs 
 Upon your lips will turn to bitterness 
 When ye Jhall fpeak its mejjage ; lo ! a cry 
 Of wrath and madnejs, ere the ancient Lie 
 That wraps the roots of earth will quit its hold, 
 A Jhriek, a wrench abhorred ; and yet be bold, 
 O ye My Servants ! take My Rod and Jland 
 Before the King, nor fear if in your hand 
 
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 t feem unto a ferpent's form to grow ; 
 
 life up, My Priejls ! My mighty Men, with jbund 
 
 )f folemn Trumpet, walk this City round, 
 
 Blajl will come from GOD, His Word and Will 
 Through hail and jlorm and ruin to fulfil ; 
 Then Jhall ye fee the Towers roll down, the Wall 
 Built up with blood and tears and tortures fall, 
 
 island from the living Grave the living Dead 
 
 I (Will rife, as from their Jleep, difquieted ; 
 
 ;D Earth, this Baptifm of thine is jlow ! 
 
 Not dews from morning's womb, not gentle rains 
 
 [That drop all night can wafh away thy Jlains. 
 
 The Fire mujl fall from Heaven ; the blood mujl 
 flow 
 
 All round the Altar." Still Thoufayejl, Go!" 
 
 And that Thou fayejl, " Go I" 
 jOur hearts are glad ; for he is Jlill Thy Friend 
 I And bejl beloved of all whom Thou dojl fend 
 The furthejl from Thee ; this Thy Servants know; 
 I Oh, fend by whom Thou wilt, for they are blejl 
 Who go Thine Errands ! Not upon Thy Breajl 
 We learn Thy Secrets ! Long bejide Thy Tomb 
 We wept, and lingered in the Garden's gloom ; 
 And oft we fought Thee in Thy Houfe of Prayer, 
 And in the Defert, yet Thou wert not there. 
 But as we journeyed fadly through a place 
 Obfcure and mean, we lighted on the trace 
 Of Thy frefh Footprints, and a whifper clear 
 Fell on our fpirits Thou Thyfelf wert near ; 
 
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 And from Thy Servants' hearts Thy Name adored 
 Brake forth in fire ; we Jaid, " It is the LORD." 
 Our eyes were no more holden ; on Thy Face 
 We looked, and it was comely ; full of Grace, 
 And fair Thy Lips ; we held Thee by the Feet ; 
 We lijlened to Thy Voice, and it was Jweet ; 
 And Jweet the Jilence of our Spirits ; dumb 
 All other voices in the world that be 
 The while Thou Jaidejt, " Come ye unto Me !" 
 The while Thou Jaidejl " Come !" 
 
 We Jaid to Thee, " Abide 
 With us ! the Night draws on apace ; but, lo ! 
 The Cloud received Thee, parted from our Jide, 
 In BleJJing parted from us ! Even Jo 
 The Heaven of Heavens mujl Jlill receive 
 
 Thee ! dark 
 
 And moonlejs Jkies bend o'er us as we row. 
 No Jlars appear, and Jbre againjl our bark 
 The current Jets ; yet nearer grows the Shore 
 Where we Jhall fee Thee Jlanding, never more 
 To bid us leave Thee ! though Thy Realm is wide, 
 And Man/ions many, never from Thy Side 
 Thou Jendejl us again $ by Jprings Jerene 
 Thou guidejl us, and now to battle keen 
 We follow Thee, yet Jlill, in peace or war, 
 Thou leadejl us. Oh, not to Jim or Jlar 
 Thou Jendejt us, but fayejl, " Come to Me ! 
 And where I am, there Jhall My Servants be." 
 Thou Jayejl to us, " Come I" 
 
 
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 C&e ^Ijree Comings 
 
 The Fir/I Coming. 
 
 EN thoufand Jlars were burning bright 
 To charm the lonely Shepherd's eye, 
 But not a watcher turned that night 
 
 To count the gems in Bethlehem's Jky, 
 All Heaven was up and chanting Jlill 
 Glory to GOD, to Man good will ! 
 
 How eager then that lijlening throng 
 Prejjed to the lowly Manger gate 
 
 To greet their Infant GOD with Jong, 
 And at His Feet with homage wait 
 
 Till e'en the walls with rapture thrill 
 
 Glory to GOD, to Man good will ! 
 
 Blejl BABE ! on this Thy holy Day 
 From gaudy Jims of earth we turn, 
 
 To where with jbft and Jpotlefs ray 
 The Star of Bethlehem loves to burn : 
 
 Hark ! LORD, our Jongs the Manger fill 
 
 Glory to GOD, to Man good will ! 
 
 Thus at Thy^Cradle while we kneel, 
 And from Thy Lips a Blejfmg Jeek, 
 
 Bid o'er our hearts Thy Image Jleal, 
 Humble like Thee and good and meek ; 
 
 Thy Birth-day Promije thus fulfill 
 
 Glory to GOD, to Man good will ! 
 
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 Coming^ 
 
 The Second Coming. 
 
 Univerfe is Jhaking 
 Big with Jlupendous Jong, 
 Skies into voice are waking 
 
 With chorus loud and long ; 
 The Morning Stars are Jinging 
 
 With a fublime accord, 
 And all Heaven's courts are ringing- 
 Thy Kingdom come, O LORD ! 
 
 With a profound emotion 
 
 Earth hears the lofty Jlrain, 
 And burjls into devotion 
 
 Mountain and rock and plain : 
 Ocean glad homage paying 
 
 With all her waves is heard, 
 O Forejls ! ye are praying 
 
 Thy Kingdom come, O LORD ! 
 
 And now of rapt creation 
 
 Time's kindreds catch the found, 
 And each fuccejjive nation 
 
 Rolls the great Anthem round ; 
 Till at the Throne of Glory 
 
 Breaks in one mighty chord, 
 The univerfal Story 
 
 Thy Kingdom come, O-LoRD ! 
 
 In wondering expectation, 
 LORD ! Jhall we ever wait ? 
 
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 Great Monarch of Salvation, 
 
 Ajjume Thy royal State : 
 Angels and Saints implore Thee, 
 
 Gird on Thy conquering Sword, 
 And bow all hearts before Thee 
 
 Thy Kingdom come, O LORD ! 
 
 The Third Coming. 
 
 N my lajl long Jlumbers lying 
 
 I jhall hear, O Trump, thy jbund ; 
 Time itfelf and Nature dying, 
 
 Say, and where Jhall I be found ? 
 Sun and Moon grow pale with wonder, 
 
 Stars appalled with horror flee, 
 Seas and Earth are rent afunder, 
 JESUS, LORD, remember me ! 
 
 Hark ! again that Trump re/bunding, 
 
 Heaven's dijjblving pillars nod ; 
 4 Rife, O Man !' the Voice is founding, 
 
 4 Rife to meet Thy Coming GOD ! ' 
 On the Clouds of Empire riding, 
 
 SON of MAN, Thy Form I fee ; 
 Mid Thy radiant Hojls prejiding, 
 
 JESUS, King, remember me ! 
 
 Yet again, again 'tis pealing ; 
 Sinners ! mourn in helplefs woe ; 
 
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 Righteous ! hail the morn revealing 
 All Redemption can bejlow ; 
 
 Earth ! draw nigh and hear the Jlory, 
 Yonder bar is raijed for thee ; 
 
 Mid the lightnings of Thy Glory, 
 JESUS, Judge, remember me ! 
 
 Once upon a darkened mountain 
 
 I that Form in Blood ejpied ; 
 I approached the crimjbn Fountain 
 
 And was cleanjed beneath the tide ; 
 At Thy Crofs for Mercy Jighing 
 
 Peace I found and Pardon free : 
 To Thy Throne for refuge flying, 
 
 JESUS, GOD, remember me ! 
 
 AM fading from you, 
 
 But one draweth near, 
 Called the Angel-guardian 
 
 Of the coming Year. 
 If my Gifts and Graces 
 
 Coldly you forget, 
 Let the New-Year's Angel 
 
 Blejs and crown them yet. 
 For we work together ; 
 He and I are one : 
 
>lti;gear>0 Bletttnfl;* 337 
 
 Let him end and perfeS 
 
 All I leave undone. 
 I brought good Dejires, 
 
 Though as yet but feeds ; 
 Let the New- Year make them 
 
 BloJJbm into Deeds. 
 I brought Joy to brighten 
 
 Many happy days ; 
 Let the New- Year's Angel 
 
 Turn it into Praije. 
 If I gave you Sicknejs, 
 
 If I brought you Care, 
 Let him make one Patience, 
 
 And the other Prayer. 
 Where I brought you Sorrow, 
 
 Through his care at length 
 It may rife triumphant 
 
 Into future Strength. 
 If I brought you Plenty, 
 
 All wealth's bounteous charms, 
 Shall not the New Angel 
 
 Turn them into Alms ? 
 I gave Health and Leijure, 
 
 Skill to dream and plan, 
 Let him make them nobler 
 
 Work for GOD and Man. 
 If I broke your Idols, 
 
 Showed you they were dujl, 
 Let him turn the Knowledge 
 
 Into Heavenly Trujl. 
 
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 If I brought Temptation, 
 
 Let Jin die away 
 Into boundlejs Pity 
 
 For all hearts that Jlray, 
 If your lijl of Errors 
 
 Dark and long appears, 
 Let this New-born Monarch 
 
 Melt them into Tears. 
 May you hold this Angel 
 
 Dearer than the lajl 
 So I blefs his Future, 
 
 While he crowns my Pajl ! 
 
 Uerfegf. 
 
 God did fend Me before you. 
 
 OD hath fent a MAN before thee ! 
 
 Faint not, fear not, Chrijlian Soul ; 
 One hath run the race thou runnejl, 
 One hath won for thee the goal. 
 
 GOD hath fent a MAN before us ! 
 
 Whatjbever griefs opprefs, 
 He hath known them in the fulnefs 
 
 Of extremejl bitternefs. 
 
 GOD hath fent a MAN before us, 
 Tried and tempted e'en as we, 
 
 Who hath fought our every battle 
 Who hath won the viftory. 
 
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 GOD hath jent a MAN before us, 
 
 Not along Life's bright highway 
 'Mid the beauty and the fragrance 
 
 And the pleajant light of day ; 
 
 But in lonely paths and rocky, 
 Where we only trace the Road 
 
 By the drops of Blood which tell us 
 Where the MAN of Sorrows trode. 
 
 Yea ! He jent His CHRIST before us 
 
 Unto Pain and Agony ; 
 Nor from Death's dark hour withheld Him, 
 
 Willing for our Jakes to die. 
 
 He within the Veil is entered, 
 
 Where He offers jlill on high, 
 Priejl and Viftim, for our cleanjlng, 
 
 Sacrifice unceajlngly ! 
 
 The Lord Jhewed him a Tree. 
 
 The Difclple. 
 HEW me a Tree, my Gracious LORD, 
 
 For o'er my troubled Soul 
 The bitter waters of defpair 
 In whelming torrents roll : 
 Thou Who of old by Marah's tide 
 The healing Wood didjl jwift provide, 
 Oh ! hither jpeed in Love and Power, 
 And jhed Thy Light on this dark hour* 
 
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 The Divine Mafter. 
 
 There was a Tree in Eden Jet 
 
 The day that Adam fell, 
 A Tree, whofe Jweetnejs mortal words 
 
 May not ejjay to tell : 
 
 Though 'neath its weight thy weaknejs Jink, 
 To thoje dark Waters' cheerlejs brink 
 Bear it, and cajt it boldly in 
 It hath Divinejl Medicine ! 
 The MAN of Sorrows' royal Throne 
 That Word all grief, all woe hath known. 
 Dojl thou dejpair ? oh ! hajte to take 
 The Crojs where I, in anguijh Jpake 
 Wherefore My GOD, dojl Thou forjake ! 
 
 The Difciple. 
 
 Seeking as erjl a jweet'ning Tree, 
 
 To Thee, O LORD, I hajle, 
 For heavy on my fainting Soul 
 
 The hand of grief is prejl. 
 'Mid bitter foes, 'mid friends grown cold 
 Alone I Jland : oh ! now behold, 
 And deign in love the Wood to jhow 
 That can to Jweetnejs change fad woe. 
 
 The Divine Mafter. 
 
 O hard of heart ! hajl thou not yet 
 Found hidden in My Crojs 
 
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 Virtue for all that bitterejl jeems, 
 
 All gain for every lojs ? 
 On Calvary from the Jcornful Tree 
 The Words were jpoken e'en for thee, 
 For thee, that thou mayejl fpeak and live 
 They know not what they do, Forgive ! 
 
 The Difciple. 
 
 I Jland upon the awful brink 
 
 Of Jordan's bitter Stream ; 
 Cold flow its waves, O LORD, my LORD 
 
 Whofe Pity did redeem, 
 Thou Who in every trial-hour 
 Hajl Juccoured me with Javing Power, 
 Cajl in the Tree, the Jweet'ning Tree, 
 Lejl I be borne away from Thee 
 And Jink and perijh utterly ! 
 
 The Divine Mafler. 
 
 My Child, in pajjmg through that Stream 
 
 No evil need'Jl thou fear ; 
 My Rod and Staff, the Holy Crofs, 
 
 Sheds fweetnefs ever here : 
 Take to thee then My Words as Jhield 
 FATHER, to Thee My Soul I yield ! 
 Stoop to the waves, My Crofs Jhall bear thee o'er, 
 Calmly and fafely bear to Canaan's jhore. 
 
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 A Profe for the Transfguration. 
 
 |RISE and Jing a joyful Lay, 
 
 O Bride ! to Him thou lovejt well ; 
 On this mojl Jblemn Holy-day 
 
 Be it thy joy to tell 
 (So He but aid thee) how the Light 
 Of GODHEAD gleamed on Tabor's height. 
 
 O He was ever what He then 
 
 Appeared, Death's Conqueror jlrong and true, 
 Giver of Life to dying men 
 
 But He had hid from view 
 All that befpoke Him GOD until, 
 As on this Day, He fought the Hill. 
 
 And O ! while He was kneeling there 
 
 His Face became a Sun for Light, 
 The Garb which girt the Only Fair 
 
 With utter whitenejs white, 
 Forejhowing how with Beams Divine 
 The Jujl jhould one day rije andjhine. 
 
 And when the CHRIST, the Power of GOD, 
 
 To Peter and the Brothers blejl 
 That Excellence of Glory Jhowed, 
 Two Prophets left their rejl, 
 This Truth to witnejs from the dead- 
 To talk with GOD how dear, how dread ! 
 
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 And then a cloud o'erjhadowed all, 
 And thence the Everlajling ONE 
 Crowned with His Voice our Fejlival, 
 
 Saying This is My SON 
 Since there Omnipotence is rife, 
 O hear, O heed that WORD of Life. 
 
 O clad in Brightness pajfing bright 
 
 Behold the universal King, 
 The Light of Saints, the cloudlejs Light 
 
 Which lightens everything, 
 The HOLY ONE of GOD, the CHRIST 
 For earth's Salvation Jacrificed. 
 
 O now there Jhould be rage in Hell, 
 
 For now is lojl for evermore 
 The bitter claim the Serpent fell 
 
 Had on our race before ; 
 The FATHER'S WORD in Flejh revealed 
 The mortal wound of Flejh hath healed. 
 
 He died for us, He rofe again 
 
 That Heaven and Earth at one might be, 
 And ended evermore the reign 
 
 Of the lajl Enemy ; 
 And now, Transfigured, He it is 
 Whom the Great FATHER owns for His. 
 
 But troubled by thofe Accents dread 
 Upon the earth thofe Fathers three 
 Lay till another Word was faid 
 Arife. nor fearful be 
 
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 And then they looked on CHRIST alone 
 In the poor guije they firjl had known. 
 
 And till the LORD Jhould rije again 
 
 He willed to none the Sight were told, 
 But now the SPIRIT leads the Jirain, 
 
 And Voices manifold 
 Come after. On this marvellous Day 
 Be cords of Death all cajl away. 
 
 The Land that Is afar off. 
 
 [[HERE is the Land he Jawin glorious 
 
 Vifion, 
 
 The lone old Prophet in the Sea- 
 girt IJle, 
 True antitype of all the dreams Elyjian, 
 
 Fajhioned by Hope earth's Jbrrows to beguile? 
 
 Call them not idle, all the tales they fabled 
 Of Happy IJles in far Hejperian Seas, 
 
 Who]*e Jlraining jight no torch of Truth enabled 
 To pierce by faith the unfeen Myjleries. 
 
 Call it not vain, the rude untutored longing 
 For higher life each meanejl mind that moves, 
 
 That murmurs Jlill, when bafe affeftion wronging 
 Our nobler part too oft victorious proves. 
 
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 Where is that Land? above, beneath, around us ? 
 
 Lojl in all Jpace, or to a Jlar confined ? 
 O for one hour to pajs the Jhores that bound us, 
 
 And fathom all the future of the mind ! 
 
 Ye who have left our Jide to join the chorus 
 Of holy Minjlrels in that dijlant clime, 
 
 Waft Jbme faint echoes of your harpjlrings o'er us, 
 To chafe the myjlery from your homes Jublime. 
 
 They fend no found ! Sweet Patience Jingeth only, 
 " Strive to the end, and Jlruggle to the goal ! " 
 
 Then, for earth's hours of angui/h, dark and lonely, 
 Bright dawns eternal funjhine on the Soul. 
 
 Then they who mourn for earth's frail joys de- 
 parted, 
 
 Oblivion fweet of all their woes Jhall gain ; 
 The heavy-laden and the broken-hearted, 
 
 Balm for their wounds, and folace from their 
 pain. 
 
 O Mourner, weeping long thy loved ones taken, 
 They tread the Jhining paths by Angels trod ! 
 
 O thou by trujled hearts in need forfaken, 
 Love Jhall not fail thee in the Land of GOD ! 
 
 There, Soul with Soul in converfe Jweet confiding, 
 Nor Jhy mijlrujl, nor felfijh aim Jhall know ; 
 
 Pure as the cryjlal Stream bejide them gliding, 
 All wijh, all thought, in unijbn Jhall flow. 
 
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 Brave heart, hold on! in dauntlefs Jlrength of duty 
 Work out thy lot, nor murmur at thy Jlar ! 
 
 So Jhall thou Jbon, in glory and in beauty, 
 Behold the King in that bright Land afar. 
 
 The Land of Beulah. 
 
 
 HEY trod not now the perilous grour 
 
 enchanted, 
 They breathed no more the thick and Jlumbrous 
 
 air; 
 
 But a delightfome Land by Angels haunted 
 Appeared, Heaven's portal fair. 
 
 Straight lay the road through this bright Country 
 
 leading, 
 
 Balmy the air, and Jweet each breath they drew: 
 On corn and wine and all abundance feeding, 
 Their Souls rich Jblace knew. 
 
 Here evermore they jaw the flowers upjpringing; 
 The Sun Jhone o'er them always, night and 
 
 day: 
 
 Ever they heard the birds in gladnejs Jinging, 
 The turtle's voice alway. 
 
 Far, far behind Death's Jhadowy Vale was lying ; 
 Theyjpied not hence the towers of grim De]*pair : 
 But lo ! before, in golden lujlre dyeing 
 The azure depths of air, 
 
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 Shone forth the Walls of pearl, the Gates of glory, 
 
 End of their hope, their hearts' dejire and Jong; 
 
 For this they marched, through all its changeful 
 
 Their pilgrim path along. 
 
 And from that Light Celejlial radiance bringing, 
 Fair jhining Creatures met them as they trod, 
 Walking amid that Paradije, or winging 
 Their bright way home to GOD. 
 
 And from that City came the found of voices 
 
 Many and loud, that fang with jblemn glee 
 Even as the Bridegroom o'er the Bride rejoices, 
 Lo ! joys thy GOD o'er thee. 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 HEARD the voice of Harpers, harping 
 
 Jweetly 
 On harps of gold : 
 
 I Jaw a cryjlal River calmly, widely 
 Its waters rolled. 
 
 I caught the flajh of turrets, wrapt in Jplendour 
 
 Of Junlefs light, 
 Like to a Jlar mojl luflrous, Jhedding glory 
 
 Out of the night. 
 
 I dreamed of Lands Elyjian, emerald IJlands 
 
 In Jhining Jeas, 
 Soft perfumes wafted by Jweet-whijpering breezes 
 
 From fadeless trees. 
 
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 2DiTciple tofjom lefug lofoetu 
 
 I faw the ranks of Angels, filver-pinioned, 
 
 And golden-crowned, 
 Swift radiant Forms, that like a funbeam pajfmg 
 
 Touched the bright ground. 
 
 I jaw the ancient Worthies, Heroes faintly 
 
 Re/ting in calm, 
 Clad in white robes, out of great tribulation 
 
 Bearing the palm. 
 
 I Jaw a King in beauty, cloud-encircled, 
 
 Shrouded in light, 
 The likenefs of a Throne, a Sea of glory 
 
 Dazzling all fight. 
 
 A Voice as of great waters Myriads falling 
 
 Low on the fod : 
 A Silence : Harps Jlruck louder ; Seraphs Jinging 
 
 " Glory to GOD I" 
 
 LANCHED in the blaze of light, all 
 
 Jlill and bare, 
 
 The Fifhers gaze upon Gennefaret. 
 The funfet comes. Behind the Roman 
 
 town 
 
 The dark boat's circled topfails fwell and fhift, 
 The tuniced boatmen dip their nets an hour, 
 And the fun goeth down on Jezreel. 
 The flickering furnace of the dujl is quenched, 
 
'SEtje 2Dffcfple toljom 3lefugf lotietu 349 
 
 The mountain branded as with red gold rujl. 
 
 But ere the crejjet lights are in the vault 
 
 Where nothing trembles, Juffers, wars or weeps, 
 
 To the Twelve comes ONE Purer than the Jlars : 
 
 And as a man jufl wakened in a room 
 
 Fronting the ocean, Jcarcely knows at firjt, 
 
 A little whitenejs dawning on the pane, 
 
 A little line infufferably bright 
 
 Edging the ripple that orbs out anon, 
 
 Until he recognize the Jim itfelf, 
 
 So hour by hour their knowledge grew of Him. 
 
 And as a mighty City far-off kenned, 
 
 Stretches with its immeajurable Jlreets, 
 
 And though the fame from every different height 
 
 Looks different to the merchantmen who wend 
 
 Towards its guarded gate, driving the ajs 
 
 And camel, bearing Jpicery and balm, 
 
 Figs and all manner of fruits, tinft like the flower, 
 
 Half a blue week in Jummer ere it blows ; 
 
 Not otherwise, before thoje Jimple men, 
 
 That wondrous Nature grew from year to year, 
 
 Till to S, John it Jeemed to orb away 
 
 Into the Infinite Majejly of GOD. 
 
 Three years Love-Jheltered from the outer world 
 His Spirit grew, as grows a delicate child 
 Brought over Jeas from foggy Northern lands, 
 And far a-forejl lodged 'mid Southern pines, 
 Where all day long the needles of the light 
 Dart through green plumes upon the dropping 
 Jlems. 
 
350 g[n ^apientia Mfponeng 
 
 Three years, three wondrous years, three Jilent 
 
 years, 
 
 Silent that he might hear the SAVIOUR fpeak 
 Of Light and Love, and the Baptifmal Dew, 
 Water of Life, and Sacramental Bread 
 Until at lajl he jlood befide the Crofs, 
 And heard the Jweet Bequejl that gently gave 
 The Virgin-Mother to the virgin Soul 
 Two Heavenly Gems in the Jmall coronet 
 Of one poor home and much he talked with her 
 The pale and pajjionate Magdalene, who Jlood 
 Love-blinded in the garden by the veil, 
 Whofe Jllver lines were woven of her tears, 
 That morn when firjl the junlight touched the 
 
 Grave, 
 And for the firjl time Angels drejjed in white. 
 
 31n >apfentia tiffponeng omm'a 
 
 A Sequence on tbe Circumdjlon. 
 
 |OD, Who in Wifdom fweetly ordereth 
 
 all, 
 
 Grieving for man long held in direj 
 thrall, 
 
 An Angel fent, taught in His Purpoje well, 
 The FATHER'S Promije of the SON to tell. 
 
omitm &eterna 2Deitag+ 35 1 
 
 He hails the Virgin GOD and Man, faith he, 
 SAVIOUR, Firjl-fource of all, Jhall fpring from thee. 
 
 Not long the Promife halts ; He fpeaks, 'tis done, 
 By Grace conceiving, Mary bears a SON. 
 
 Light of the faithful, earth He comes to blejs, 
 Shining on all, the Sun of Righteoujhejs. 
 
 A Heavenly Jight thejimple Shepherds Jee; 
 Not for earth's great ones may that vijion be. 
 
 Look ! in the Manger ONE is lying low, 
 Whoje Might Divine no earthly bound may know. 
 
 The Bright and Morning Star is Jhining clear, 
 On JeJJe's Rod the Flowers of Grace appear. 
 
 See, the Three Kings their duteous Offerings bring, 
 Gold, Incenfe, Myrrh, to the GOD-MAN their King. 
 
 He, Who for us ajjumed this mortal life, 
 Mujl now endure the Sacrificial knife : 
 
 In Jordan's jlream a milder Rite He gives; 
 There man his Jlns doth wajh, and wajhing lives. 
 
 The Virgin to the Temple brings her SON, 
 That all the legal Rites be duly done. 
 
 There thankful Simeon in his arms doth hold 
 The SAVIOUR long in jacred lore foretold. 
 
 At Cana's Feajl CHRIST'S Glory firjl doth/hine, 
 When the pure water blufhes into wine. 
 
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 He makes the blind to fee, to walk the lame, 
 And tongues long dumb His matchlefs Power 
 proclaim. 
 
 He That is born for man is GOD'S Dear SON, 
 The King of Heaven, and other LORD is none. 
 
 Let all the Heavenly Hojl His Praifes tell, 
 And all His Saints the chorus join to fwell. 
 
 |H ! jay not that we die ! 
 Say not that we, whofe Heaven-born 
 
 Souls inherit 
 Their life from Life, can ever paj*s 
 
 away; 
 
 That we, whofe jburce is the Eternal SPIRIT, 
 Can yield what is from GOD to jlow decay. 
 
 Say ! Jay ! is it to die 
 To give this weary body unto Jleeping ? 
 
 To lay down forrow's crufhing cumbrous load ? 
 To rejl where we can hear no founds of weeping, 
 
 Far, far away from life's tear-tracen road ? 
 
 Oh ! fay is it to die- 
 To burjl from out this tottering mortal dwelling, 
 
 A Spirit unembodied, unconfined ? 
 To view the wide expanfe of Glory fwelling, 
 
 And earth and all its anguifh left behind ? 
 
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 Oh ! fay is it to die 
 To pafs from life's rough channel to the ocean ? 
 
 To enter on the Jblemn after-life ? 
 To feel our being pafs with Spirit's motion 
 
 Free from the conflift and the mortal jlrife ? 
 
 Say ! Jay ! is it to die 
 To ceafe to drink the cup of earthly jbrrow ? 
 
 To ceaj*e to tread the narrow vale of tears ? 
 To waken to that day that knows no morrow, 
 
 Where time is not, nor flowing, ebbing years ! 
 
 Oh ! fay is it to die 
 When Angels o'er the parting Spirit linger 
 
 Jtijl as it pajQfes to its GOD on high ; 
 And point with beaming fmile and beckoning 
 
 finger 
 To far-off Manflons in the happy Jky ? 
 
 Say ! fay ! is it to die 
 To lay ajlde a body daily wajting 
 
 With toil outworn, with weight of care opprejl ? 
 And fpring away with eager faith, foretajling 
 
 The peace, the quiet of the promifed Rejl ? 
 
 Oh ! fay is it to die 
 To wear the SAVIOUR'S radiant Form of bright- 
 
 nefs ? 
 
 To fee Him as He is, with Glory crowned ? 
 To Jland in robes of pure unfullied whitenefs, 
 Joining the Songs of happy Saints around ? 
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354 
 
 Oh ! this is not to die 
 To leave a world of changes and of Jeeming, 
 
 Where amid fleeting phantajies we dwell ; 
 And wing away, as from a jlate of dreaming, 
 
 To waking and to Blijs unchangeable. 
 
 Oh ! this is not to die 
 Is it not rather into Life expanding, 
 
 Breaking the trial-jlate to live indeed ? 
 Safe from the tempejl in the haven landing, 
 From Jlorms, from toils, from rocking billows 
 freed ? 
 
 No ! no ! we cannot die 
 In Death's unrobing room, we Jlrip from round us 
 
 The garments of mortality and earth ; 
 And breaking from the embryo Jlate which bound us, 
 
 Our day of dying is our day of birth ! 
 
 And yet to earth we die 
 Born to new Life with all its weight of BleJJing, 
 
 Born to a world where ills can never prejs ; 
 Exalted, pure, Angelic joys pojJejQfing, 
 
 If this be Death, then Death is Happinejs ! 
 
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 ^Ij oughts fit 
 
 The true Light. 
 
 SEE the Jim go down behind the wood, 
 I watch his glories as they die away, 
 My Jpirit yearns to float adown that 
 
 flood 
 Of light to endlejs Day. 
 
 For while I Jtand and gaze the Jhadows fall ; 
 What was Jo bright and warm grows dull and 
 
 cold: 
 
 No longer plays the light upon the wall, 
 No longer on the wold. 
 
 The only light is in the we/tern Jky, 
 
 A Jingle Jlreak of crimjbn and of gold : 
 All things bejide within the Jhadows lie 
 Of evening's Jable fold. 
 
 So, too, when our Jhort day is almojl done, 
 
 And Death cajls Jhadows on the joys of earth, 
 The Light of our dim path will be but One, 
 And He of Heavenly birth. 
 
 All round, the Jhadows of dark thoughts may fall, 
 
 And all around may tempt the Soul dejpair : 
 O ! Burning Light of Love, no fears appal 
 If only Thou be there ! 
 
356 <3Tl)Oug;i)tjS to JLlerfe. 
 
 Cceleftis Urbs Jerufalem. 
 
 LE ARLY he fang, as only Angels fmg 
 
 " Turn thou, beloved of GOD, 
 Look on the City of our Heavenly King 
 Which He along hath trod. 
 
 " Founded Jhe is upon the holy Hills : 
 
 Four ways her buildings face, 
 Her firmament the Light of Heaven fills 
 
 Reflexed from crown to bafe. 
 
 " In number as the Tribes of Ifrael, 
 
 Of Pearls her portals are : 
 Twelve Angels here their hymns of glory fwell 
 
 To Him Who reigns afar. 
 
 " Her walls are Cryjlal, and her Jlreets of Gold ; 
 
 And her foundations laid 
 On Sapphire, Amethyjl and Emerald, 
 
 Whofe colours never fade. 
 
 " Nor fun by day, nor paler moon by night 
 
 In this blejl City burn : 
 Ever from out GOD'S Throne eternal Light 
 
 Shines full where'er ye turn. 
 
 u Within thofe walls, unjlained of mortal Jlrife, 
 
 Frejh jlreams of Wifdom fpring, 
 And here the Branches of the Tree of Life 
 
 Their goodly Jhadows fling. 
 
Cfje 3Defcent of tfje Spirit, 357 
 
 " Thofe Gates are open, and that River flows 
 
 For Souls redeemed of Jin, 
 
 Who with the Bridegroom and His Heavenly 
 Spoufe 
 
 For ever enter in." 
 
 Boyhood's Home. 
 
 j E named our flower-crowned Vejfel, 'Home,' 
 
 Ere Jhe Jet Jail for worlds to come, 
 And all on board were young and fair : 
 Full many a happy boat we pajjed ; 
 In funny bays we anchor cajl 
 
 Off ijlands rich in fragrance rare. 
 
 Ah me ! that thofe bright days are gone ; 
 We left our Vejfel one by one : 
 
 Now Jbme on Jtranger barks are failing ; 
 And fome there are whofe Spirits blejl 
 On peaceful Jhores for ever rejl, 
 
 Far off from wind and ocean's wailing. 
 
 
 3Defcent of tlje Spirit 
 
 A Hymn for Wbitfun-Day. 
 
 jjILENCE reigned at Eventide, 
 On the day when JESUS died ; 
 Shaken earth, in Sabbath rejl, 
 Folded Him within her breajl : 
 Silent on the Eajler-morn 
 Rofe to Life the Virgin-born. 
 
358 <nty 3Defcent of rtje fepfrft, 
 
 Silent, through the Forty Days, 
 Bowed the Church with humble gaze ; 
 While the LORD in order told 
 To the Shepherds of His Fold 
 How He willed that they Jhould keep 
 Watch and ward around the Sheep. 
 
 Hark ! a rujhing mighty found 
 Of the rejllefs winds unbound ; 
 In the Heaven of Heavens above 
 Spreads His Wings the Holy DOVE : 
 At their waft the kindling choir 
 Wakes to Jong with Tongues of Fire. 
 
 Now the HOLY GHOST doth brood 
 O'er the furface of the flood, 
 And the quickened Jlreams are rife 
 With the progeny of Life ; 
 On the Font defcendeth He, 
 LORD of Life, abundantly. 
 
 On the waters' face doth move 
 To and fro the Heavenly DOVE, 
 From the depths of death and fin, 
 Olive-branch of peace to win ; 
 Rejling-place He findeth none 
 But the Ark of CHRIST alone. 
 
 LORD of Life, to Mary's Womb 
 Fraught with GODHEAD did He come ; 
 Lord of Life, at Whitfuntide 
 Comes He down upon the Bride, 
 
<3T!)e 2Defcent of tlje Spirit. 359 
 
 Bearing through the Jcented air 
 Pre/ence of the Bridegroom there. 
 
 On the Altar dimly Jhown, 
 
 Flejh of flejh, and Bone of bone, 
 
 She jhall win Him from above 
 
 In the Sacrament of Love, 
 
 That her children may be fed 
 
 From their Life-blood's Fountain-head. 
 
 Range the choir the Bride around 
 
 On the holy Chancel ground ; 
 
 She is drejl is bright array 
 
 For this fejlal Whitjun Day ; 
 
 Ten long nights Jhe watched in vain ; 
 
 Now He comes to her again. 
 
 Lily for her Virgin-hand, 
 At her feet the Aloe wand, 
 Frankincenje before her fling 
 For the Daughter of the King, 
 And at length the Crown of thorn 
 Rojes for her brow has borne. 
 
 The SPIRIT and the Bride fay Come ! 
 Fruit of BleJJed Mary's Womb, 
 Come to hallow ! Come to blejs !, 
 Comfort of the comfortlejs : 
 As to her Thou cam'Jl below, 
 Come, LORD JESU, even Jo. 
 
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 ^aUmpfetf : an 
 
 N the Abbot's oaken Chamber 
 
 Long the Parchment hidden lay, 
 Given o'er to dujl and fpider, 
 
 Buried from the light of day, 
 Written o'er with Monkijh Jlory 
 
 On each old and crumbling page, 
 Written o'er with Legends hoary 
 
 Of the dim forgotten age ; 
 Till the Traveller's glance alighted 
 
 Where the Parchment long had lain, 
 And all mildewed, Jlained and blighted 
 
 Drew it to the light again ; 
 And his loving care bejlowing, 
 
 Day by day its treasures bared, 
 Till he traced in beauty glowing, 
 
 Olden lines which time had /pared ; 
 Traced the glory underlying, 
 
 Traced the azure and the gold, 
 Traced, in letters Jlill undying, 
 
 Treasures which it bare of old ; 
 Till the Words of Truth confejjing, 
 
 Words of Prophet and of Seer, 
 Words of Love and Truth and Blejjing, 
 
 Stood in all their beauty clear ; 
 And the old immortal Story 
 
 Shone upon its pages plain, 
 
<3r&e palfmpfeff : an allegory 361 
 
 Gleaming with their olden glory, 
 Speaking with GOD'S Word again. 
 
 Brother ! gaze with look as earnejt, 
 
 If earth's lejjbns thou wouldjl trace ; 
 Gaze in faith till thou dijcernejl 
 
 What is written on its face : 
 Dark thick dujl is on it lying 
 
 Dujl of dead and buried times, 
 Every age its dujl Jupplying, 
 
 Charged with records of its crimes : 
 And the prejence in the Writing 
 
 Firjl that meets the cafual eye 
 Is of Satan, Jlill inditing 
 
 Records of his viftory : 
 Poor men's groans and rich men's weeping, 
 
 Pinching want and grinding cares, 
 Wars and famines o'er it jweeping 
 
 Such the records that it bears. 
 Brother ! gaze upon its teaching, 
 
 As men gaze through the thick night, 
 Till thine eye, its Jecret reaching, 
 
 Read its hidden Legend right : 
 Faith Jhall pierce this dark adorning, 
 
 Grief and Jbrrow, fin and Jhame, 
 Show thee where, in earth's glad morning, 
 
 GOD hath written His own Name ; 
 Show thee, how that_Name remaining, 
 
 Turns its darknejs into light, 
 
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 All its tangled courfe explaining, 
 Ruling all its wrong to right ; 
 
 Till, beneath Sin's fad inditing, 
 Tales of woe and tears and blood, 
 
 Thou Jhalt trace the old handwriting- 
 It is GOD'S, and it is Good ; 
 
 And the old immortal Story 
 Shines upon its pages plain, 
 
 Gleaming with the olden glory, 
 Speaking with GOD'S Word again. 
 
 t'a feanctae Ccucte* 
 
 NE blejfled noon in Autumn's Jweetejl 
 
 weather, 
 I wandered forth a pilgrim by the 
 
 way, 
 Where GOD'S good Providence Jhould lead to 
 
 Jlray, 
 Mujlng how Truth and Mercy met together. 
 
 Now by the rough road-Jlde, now o'er the meadows, 
 Through the green pajlures, by the waters Jlill, 
 Where the gleam-tinted trees beneath the hill 
 
 Cajl round my path their Vale-of-death-like 
 Jhadows. 
 
 Blejjed be GOD ! I had an open Vijion 
 Good Angels were abroad in earth and Jky, 
 
(Ufa feanetae Crucf& 363 
 
 Revealing Heavenly Forms to Faith's purged 
 
 eye, 
 Of Peace and Beauty, as in fields Elyjian. 
 
 All was an Emblem in me and around me, 
 Betokening Gifts more real than appear ; 
 High thoughts, myjlerious feelings, love and fear 
 
 Of wondrous Jpiritual depth and fulnejs bound me. 
 
 Sudden, as Jent from GOD, a mightier Token 
 Than yet my marvelling Spirit had wrought 
 
 upon, 
 The Sign adorable of His Dear SON, 
 
 On which His Blood was Jhed, His Body broken ! 
 
 In the dim dijlance, by the old flood riven, 
 
 The purple hill roje, looming through the mifl, 
 Which, gilded by the noonday, crowned its 
 crejl 
 
 With Saint-like halo, blending earth and Heaven. 
 
 And like an Angel's cinSure, white and Jhining, 
 A jilver thread belting the upland's girth 
 Led, as by Heavenward Jlair, from this low earth 
 
 To brighter vales on the Eajlern Jide declining, 
 
 Here ghojlly pale the mighty Crojs Jufpended 
 As 'twere mid air, backed by the hill's bare Jide, 
 Was graved by unknown hands in ancient-tide 
 
 Where, circling round its baje, the path ajcended. 
 
3 6 4 
 
 Whether to mark the fcene of battle holy, 
 
 Through viSory of the Saints on this fair fpot 
 Or Hermit, here embowered in hill-fide grot, 
 
 Emblemed lone Peace and Soul-fweet Melancholy 
 
 Or, likelier yet, blejl Aujlin's hooded Sages 
 Led the procejjion from yon fainted tower, 
 And raifed the image here of JESUS' Power, 
 
 To point the way of future pilgrimages. 
 
 The only way to Life and Peace internal, 
 
 Way of the Holy Crofs, though Jteep,mojl fure 
 Seek where thou wilt, none other fo fecure 
 
 Leads to the untravelled realms of Blifs Supernal 
 
 Who dares to climb, though way-worn, faint am 
 
 weary, 
 Braced by Heaven's frejhening gales, gains 
 
 Jlrength anew, 
 
 Sees /ights to eyes below ne'er brought to view 
 
 Peopling with glorious Jhapes plains wajle am 
 
 dreary. 
 
 Blejl be the hour which led my footjleps thither, 
 On that fweet Fcjlival of earth and Jky ! 
 Chance thoughts fo fown, bear fruit in dejliny 
 
 For good or evil, which jhall never wither ! 
 
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 3|erufalem, tiu fjocfjgetmttte fetabt 
 
 A German Hymn of the xvn. Century, 
 
 JERUSALEM ! thou City towering 
 
 high, 
 
 Would GOD I were in thee ! 
 My longing Soul doth ever pant andjigh 
 Within thy walls to be : 
 By faith from earth it Jallies, 
 
 And far o'er Jiretching plains, 
 Far over hills and valleys, 
 Soars, till thy gate it gains. 
 
 O joyful day, and O thrice joyful hour, 
 
 When will thy dawn appear, 
 When I with heart releajed from Jin's dread power, 
 
 And joy unmixed with fear, 
 My parting Soul commending 
 
 To GOD'S Own faithful Hand, 
 Shall at my journey's ending 
 
 Reach that blejl Fatherland ? 
 
 Then in a moment Jhall my Spirit quit 
 
 This lower element ; 
 In Jilent myjlery high-jbaring, flit 
 
 To Heaven's bright firmament 
 Elijah's chariot mounting, 
 
 Borne on jujlaining Hands, 
 That baffle powers of counting, 
 
 Of joyful Angel-bands. 
 
366 JeruCalem, & 
 
 Hail ! glorious City : O that thou would' jl ope 
 
 Thy gates of mercy wide, 
 To enter which with Jlill deferred hope 
 
 I long have groaned and Jighed ; 
 While here my weary Spirit, 
 
 In this wrong world of Jin, 
 The Kingdom I inherit 
 
 Has thirjted Jbre to win. 
 
 Who are theje Myriads bright, whoje glorious band 
 
 In countlejs throng appears, 
 By JESUS Jent to meet me on the jlrand 
 
 Of this dark land of tears ? 
 Of endlejs Life the winners, 
 
 Theje are His Joy and Crown, 
 Whom from this world of Jinners 
 
 He choje to be His Own. 
 
 Prophets and Patriarchs there, and Chrijlians al 
 
 Who have in every age 
 Endured the Crojs, or at their Majter's call 
 
 Braved persecution's rage, 
 Now, amid Joy unbounded, 
 
 From earthly jbrrow free, 
 With cloudlejs day Jiirrounded, 
 
 A dazzling Hojl I Jee. 
 
 When GOD to His blejl Paradife of Joy 
 
 My Soul at length Jhall raije, 
 Pleasures Jhall fill my mind which never cloy, 
 
 My mouth glad notes of praije : 
 
31 am tfje Eofe of fetjaron, sc* 367 
 
 Voices in concord vying 
 
 There Alleluia fing ; 
 Unwearied Jlill replying 
 
 There loud Hofannas ring. 
 
 From choir to choir, before the LAMB'S bright 
 
 The found is borne along, [Throne, 
 
 Till Joy's bright Temple to the wondrous tone 
 
 Vibrates in choral fong : 
 In notes of exultation 
 
 Unnumbered voices rife, 
 E'en fince the firjl creation 
 
 Thus echoing through the jkies. 
 
 3 am t^e Eofe of fe>ljaron antr tfje 
 
 WILDERNESS of barren fand, 
 With fcorching fun-glare, hot and red, 
 Where whitened bones of men long 
 
 dead 
 A level broad deferted land. 
 
 Storms fwept acrojs it, and the Jky 
 Deepened its red to blackejl gloom ; 
 It feemed a buried nation's tomb, 
 
 So defolate below, on high. 
 
 Years pajjed, years Jlowly pajjed again : 
 A long pale line of eajlern light 
 Broke at the murkiejl hour of night, 
 
 To herald founds of fummer rain. 
 
368 giefug Cfjrfft, tfje >ame, $c. 
 
 Then on that lone and fandy flat 
 
 A Lily grows, with milk-white bloom, 
 The wildernefs no more a tomb 
 
 The defert beautiful for that. 
 
 And Jbon another flower expands, 
 The Rofe of Sharon for the dew 
 And Jilver morning light Jo new ; 
 
 Transplanted then to other lands : 
 
 But leaving many a BleJJing there, 
 Odours of beauty and of Grace, 
 Leaves for the healing of a race, 
 
 Rich Gifts forgotten, new and rare. 
 
 A barren wildernejs no more ; 
 Athwart, a way to yonder Fold, 
 Beyond thofe feas of green and gold, 
 
 A peaceful bright and funny Jhore. 
 
 3|eCug C&riff, tfje feame yetfertiap, 
 anD for 
 
 HE Same : hear all that fpurn ! 
 We wane and alter, but Thou changejl 
 
 not ; 
 Ever the fame kind Heart, the fame 
 
 fad lot- 
 To love without return. 
 
V OF THF " 
 
 &+ 369 
 
 Bone of ourlbone indeed ! 
 Mog human Heart, more loving than the bejl, 
 For ever wounded aye, ye know the rejl, 
 
 And oft have made It bleed ! 
 
 Mere image call ye this ? 
 Not Jo : the tenderejl nature Jlill mujl be 
 Mojl fenjitive, and Tender, Friends ! is He, 
 
 Not wrapped in Jhadowy Blijs, 
 
 His Will, with GOD at one, 
 Accepts all Jbrrow, and foreruns the end. 
 Round Him all Heaven-born melodies ajcend 
 
 In glorious unijbn. 
 
 An inner joy is His 
 
 Thought may not fathom, Holinejs intenje, 
 Rapture transcending mortal Jight or Jenje, 
 
 What Jhall be, and What is. 
 
 Yet Jlill His Heart remains 
 
 Touched with our anguijh ; beating at each throb 
 In Jympathy with this poor Orphan's Job, 
 
 With that faint Widow's pains. 
 
 O Wonderful and Sweet ! 
 Still like a beggar Juejl Thou for each heart 
 That bids Thee unbeloved and cold depart, 
 
 And thrujls Thee to the Jlreet, 
 
 O Myjlery profound ! 
 
 The Greatejl thus beneath the leajl defcends, 
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37 3lefu0 Cljritf, tlje 
 
 And vainly ajks to call His Creatures * Friends :' 
 Who Juch abyjs can jbund ? 
 
 Here, here is Love. O Jlay ! 
 The All-Creator, with a human Heart, 
 He Jeeks thee, though He knows thee what thou 
 art; 
 
 Thou look'Jl another way. 
 
 Great is the Power that cajl 
 Yon myriad Jlars to ring the rolling Jpheres ; 
 Greater the Love that through the inconjtant years 
 
 Seeks thee, and wins at lajl. 
 
 The LAMB of GOD, That takes, 
 Each living hour, a world's red guilt away, 
 Undying ViSim ! mujl His Angels Jay 
 
 * Man Jcorns, and earth forfakes ?' 
 
 O Heart, too fickle, know, 
 Thou art the Man : ' thou wound'Jt thy Majler 
 
 Jlill. 
 He waits, thy LORD, a Vajjal on thy will. 
 
 O, mujl it aye be Jo ? 
 
 Wilt thou not wake at lajl 
 And Jigh O Thou That J*eek'Jl to be beloved, 
 I dare not look upon Thy Tears unmoved : 
 
 Canjl Thou forgive the pajl ? 
 
 Ah, with Thy tenderejl Heart 
 Mine keeps not pace ; 'tis baje, 'tis mean, O LORD, 
 
(En, 2Die0 eft SDamf nf ca* 37 1 
 
 And thrice unworthy of Thy Love adored ; 
 But Thou art what Thou art, 
 
 And lov'Jl for Love's Jake Jlill. 
 Sunjhine can flood the deepejl deep with light ; 
 Thou art All-Splendour, if my heart be night : 
 
 Have Thine All-gracious Will ! 
 
 2Dtegf eft SDomfnfca* 
 
 A Hymn for the Lord's Day. 
 
 HIS Day, which JESUS calls His Own, 
 
 Mujt our devout observance gain ; 
 On it His Jacred Power was Jhown, 
 By rifing from the Grave's domain. 
 
 This FaS is now, while life endures, 
 
 Our weekly celebration made ; 
 That the great things its truth enjures 
 
 May never from our memory fade. 
 
 O'er this dark world it poured a ray 
 
 Of living hope beyond the tomb 
 From realms of everlajling day, 
 
 So long concealed in trembling gloom. 
 
 And thus a pledge our Souls receive 
 Of Jure advancement to the Jkies ; 
 
 For all who in His Name believe 
 Shall with their Rijen LORD arije. 
 
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 In Him we find a boundlefs Jtore 
 Of Wealth to make us rich indeed ; 
 
 Without refer ve He makes it o'er, 
 Our common fund in times of need. 
 
 Hence Glory, Life without decay, 
 
 Immortal Blejfednefs above ; 
 With Peace and Joy while on our way 
 
 To claim thefe BleJJings of His Love. 
 
 The cheering memory of theje things, 
 Revived with Sunday's dawning ray, 
 
 To pious hearts the reajbn brings 
 
 Why this is called * the LORD'S own Day/ 
 
 O'er death triumphant He arofe 
 
 On this great Day, and lived anew ; 
 
 A glorious FaS in Him, which Jhows 
 What is in us in figure true. 
 
 Our finful pajjions being quelled, 
 We rife above them from the dujl, 
 
 Lejl the free Spirit Jhould be held 
 In bonds by any cherijhed lujl. 
 
 Our pious Souls mujl now review 
 
 The Decalogue which GOD has given, 
 
 And humbly our belief renew 
 
 In Articles of Faith from Heaven. 
 
 The Holy Sacrament mujl Jhare 
 The loving memories of the Day, 
 
(En 2Dfe0 tft 2Domtmca+ 373 
 
 And other things, which claim our care, 
 To Jpeed us on our faithful way. 
 
 With earnejlnejs the mind mujl Jhun 
 The tongue's pollution, taking heed 
 
 Lejl greater wickednejs be done 
 
 By thoughtlejs word than manual deed. 
 
 With greater vigour we mujl prejs 
 In duty onwards in GOD'S Ways, 
 
 By thoughts and acls of Righteoufnejs, 
 By meditation, prayer, and praije. 
 
 And chiefly now our Souls mujl aim, 
 
 Through Grace which lifts us from the fall, 
 
 To rejl with confcience free from blame 
 In Jight of GOD, Who is our AIL 
 
 The mighty Love of GOD afrejh 
 
 Mujl Jeize us as its rightful lot ; 
 That midjl the allurements of the flejh 
 
 Our Souls, as dead, may feel them not. 
 
 And let us ajk Whence we have come ? 
 
 And what and where we are ? and why 
 We live ? and where will be our home ? 
 
 And feek a praSical reply. 
 
 Oh ! into mijery from GOD, 
 
 And into darknejs out of light, 
 Came GOD'S Similitude abroad, 
 
 At firjl Jo happy and Jo bright. 
 
374 <n 3Die0 eft 3Domimca, 
 
 Now mujl our Jlnful wanderings ceaje ; 
 
 To GOD we mujl retrace our way ; 
 Then holy Joy and Heavenly Peace 
 
 Will turn our darknejs into day. 
 
 The Glory of our primal birth 
 We mujl for ever keep in view, 
 
 Lejl we become the jlaves of earth, 
 And its vile vanities purjue. 
 
 Of jpiritual ejjence free, 
 
 Divine in his primordial Jlate, 
 
 Man was dejigned by GOD to be 
 The Angels' fit ajjbciate. 
 
 The native grandeur of his race 
 The Jlature of his body proves ; 
 
 He walks erecl, with upward face ; 
 And like a God below he moves. 
 
 Stamped on his vifage here we find 
 
 The Light of GOD'S own Countenance ; 
 
 And the bright image of his mind 
 Shines out in living fplendour thence. 
 
 Internal Wifdom Jheds its light, 
 
 In glowing thoughts, on things around, 
 
 The outward witnefs in our Jight 
 Of what within his mind is found. 
 
 And then, O Myjlery Divine ! 
 ImpreJJed on his anointed brow, 
 
dn 2Die0 eff 2Dommfcet+ 375 
 
 The Crojs, the SPIRIT'S quickening Sign, 
 Has made him CHRIST'S own Servant now. 
 
 To-day, as CHRIST'S, let this be done 
 The prefent with the pajl compare ; 
 
 And think what progrefs has been won, 
 And what the failures how and where ? 
 
 Deep hatred of all evil Jeek ; 
 
 Of what is good take fpecial care ; 
 And looking towards the coming week, 
 
 For new and vigorous war prepare. 
 
 Within let grateful joy have place 
 
 That time on earth has yet been given, 
 
 To grow in Knowledge and in Grace, 
 And meetnejs for a glorious Heaven. 
 
 In holy thoughts and a els like theje, 
 When earthly works are put away, 
 
 Our lowly minds the LORD Jhould pleaje, 
 On this His own mojl blejjed Day. 
 
 To Thee great Author of our days, 
 True Rejl of every faithful Soul, 
 
 Be given all Honour, Glory, Praije, 
 While everlajling ages roll. 
 
376 
 
 2Dona l&epg fenmt, 
 
 An Epiphany Sequence of Adam of S. Viftor. 
 
 INGS, with triple Gifts provided, 
 Seek their King, and on are guided 
 By a Star, whoje rays betided 
 
 Light from high for ever brought ; 
 Gold, His Regal Jlate implying, 
 Incenfe, GODHEAD jignifying, 
 Myrrh, that Jhadows forth His Dying, 
 Bring they, by the SPIRIT taught, 
 
 They from far Sabaean Nation, 
 On this day of jubilation, 
 Serving Him with adoration 
 
 Win the joyful boon of Peace ; 
 Faint the Hebrew race is growing, 
 Knowing much, but GOD not knowing, 
 CHRIST, His Face to Gentiles Jhowing, 
 
 Biddeth them in Faith increase. 
 
 Synagogue, thou once eleSed, 
 Once in holy Faith perfeSed, 
 Now for unbelief rejeSed, 
 
 Knowejl not the Kingly CHILD ; 
 And CHRIST'S Field, once fparely planted, 
 Once in fruit and culture /canted, 
 Now in Light which He hath granted, 
 
 Sees the World's Redeemer mild. 
 
2Dona Iftegeg ferunt* 377 
 
 Sarah's Race new might is gaining, 
 Thou, blind Synagogue, art plaining 
 For the bondjlave's race, remaining 
 
 Underneath its load of Jin ; 
 Thou dojl mourn and Jbrely grievejt, 
 Sarah laughs while Jobs thou heavejl, 
 For Jhe knows thou dijbelievejl 
 
 Him Who comes to Jave His Kin. 
 
 By his father conjecrated, 
 Jacob's joy with fear is mated, 
 Thou with dews of heaven art fated, 
 
 And with earth's rich fatnefs blejl : 
 All thy joys from earth thou gleanejl 
 From things vainejl and objcenejl, 
 Jacob's thoughts on things Jerenejl 
 
 And on JESUS' Sweetnejs rejl. 
 
 Where His Nard the air perfumeth 
 Hajle the Saints whom Love conjumeth, 
 For with wondrous Flower bloometh 
 
 JESUS' Pardon newly won : 
 She whom Jin but late was chaining, 
 Now her J*poujal Gifts obtaining, 
 New-made Bride, in joy is reigning, 
 
 And a golden Crown hath on. 
 
 Next the King in exaltation 
 In her thankful adoration 
 Stands the Bride, and keeps her Jlation 
 In a golden Vejture clad : 
 
3? 8 ^aiie mere? on me, <3D 
 
 From the thorns within that bower 
 Springs a Rofe, in bud or flower 
 Thinking aye on JESUS' Power, 
 In His royal Bounty glad. 
 
 She, the myjlic Bride, can never 
 From her plighted Bridegroom fever, 
 May that Bridegroom guard us ever 
 
 From the Jhocks of flejhly vice : 
 May He cleanfe us from pollution, 
 Grant us perfecl rejlitution, 
 Save from final retribution, 
 
 Bring us unto Paradife. 
 
 mere? on me, 3D Hortr, <<XIjou 
 of 2Datutu 
 
 |ITHIN the cool Quadrangle's wel- 
 come jhade, 
 Beneath the linen awning, JESUS 
 
 fought 
 
 A moment's quiet, while the fountain played 
 Her pleafant interlude to weary thought. 
 
 Through the porch gleamed the rofe-red funfet 
 fnows 
 
 Of the wild crags of northern Galilee : 
 What awful Life is in the Goo-Repofe, 
 
 That with the Pajl and Prefent welds Futurity! 
 
>on of aDairitu 379 
 
 MJp the benched gateway thrills a Woman's cry, 
 As if the jwollen torrent of deep care 
 
 lHad torn down Jilence in its agony 
 
 To fling Grief's Jecret on the trembling air ! 
 
 The lonelinejs of one unuttered woe, 
 
 The Jilent tears when every Hope had fled, 
 
 | The Jacred Love, which Mothers bejl may know, 
 When Jicknefs glooms around a firjt-born's bed. 
 
 | The weary hours bejide her little Child, 
 The patient Jadnejs of her darling's eye, 
 
 As with unfelfijh love jhe feebly Jmiled 
 All, all, came jobbing on that bitter cry 
 
 JO LORD, Thou SON of David, pity me ! 
 
 So 'mid the wreck, bareheaded, 'gainji the Jpray, 
 A drowning Man might Jhriek acrofs the Jea, 
 When hope of human help had pajl away. 
 
 O LORD, Thou SON of David, pity me ! 
 
 While ghajlly doubt Jlung her Jin-laden breajt, 
 If for the guilt, done by her jecretly, 
 
 GOD'S Curje had fallen on what Jhe loved the 
 beJL 
 
 ! He did not anjwer her one Jingle word, 
 
 Yet Love was fpeaking in His ev'ry Look : 
 When earth is Jilent then may Heaven be heard, 
 In Jbrrow's gloom Faith bejl reads GOD'S own 
 Book. 
 
380 Si feortg; toljicl) none Imt 
 
 Think'Jl thou He hears not, when for many a day 
 Thy knees are worn with fajling and with prayer? 
 
 Think 'jl thou He turns from any love away, 
 Becaufe thou Jeejl no Angel on the air ? 
 
 Tempter, away ! each throb of pain He knows ; 
 
 I will kneel on, and wait His blejjed Time ; 
 Up the Jleep Jlaircaje of Life's darkjbme woes 
 
 Pll climb and Jing, till overhead GOD'S Chime 
 
 Break with one roar of an eternal Sea ; 
 
 And lo ! if I have prayed He giveth more ; 
 I Jlagger down, half-blind with viSory, 
 
 Whifpering the Chant from out the opening 
 Door. 
 
 SL Sons tofjict) none but ttje EetieemeD 
 can One;* 
 
 | E came not in with broad 
 
 Full canvafs fwelling to a Jleady 
 
 breeze, 
 With pennons flying fair, with 
 
 coffers Jlored ; 
 
 For long againjl the wind, 'mid heavy feas, 
 With cordage Jlrained and fplintered majls we 
 
 drave, 
 
 And o'er our decks had dajhed the bitter wave, 
 And lightening oft our lading, life to fave, 
 Our cojtly ventures to the Deep were given: 
 
tlje KetJeemefc can dug;* 381 
 
 Yea, jbme of us were caught and homewards 
 
 driven 
 
 Upon the Jlorm-wind's wings ; and jbme rock-riven 
 Among the treacherous reefs at anchor flung, 
 Felt the good Jhip break under them, and clung 
 Still to Jbme plank or fragment of its frame 
 Amid the roaring breakers yet, we came ! 
 
 We came not in with proud, 
 Firm, martial footjlep, in a meajured tread, 
 Slow pacing to the crajh of mujic loud ; 
 No gorgeous trophies went before ; no crowd 
 Of captives followed us with drooping head ; 
 No Jhining laurel Jceptred us, nor crowned, 
 Nor with its leaf our glittering lances bound ; 
 * This looks not like a Triumph,' then, they jaid ; 
 With faces darkened in the battle flame, 
 With banners faded from their early pride, 
 Through wind and Jun and Jhowers of bleaching 
 
 rain, 
 
 Yet red in all our garments, doubly dyed, 
 With many a wound upon us, many a Jlain, 
 We came with jleps that faltered yet, we came ! 
 
 Through water and through fire 
 came to Thee, and not through theje alone ; 
 We came to Thee by blood ! Thou didjl require 
 One only Sacrifice, and like Thine Own. 
 The Life Thou gavejl us Thou didjl dejire 
 And all was ready for us : Lo ! the knife 
 
382 2De ^arente feummo natum. 
 
 And cloven wood were waiting ; bound or free 
 We too were ready ! In the battle Jtrife, 
 Or by the lonely Altar unto Thee 
 We offered love for Love, and life for Life. 
 And as we came to Thee a jbund of war 
 Ran after us from dijlant fields ; the jar 
 Of Jhield and jword and battle bow ; a cry 
 Confufed and harjh, that rolled to Viclory' 
 And Jeemed upon the darkening heavens to ceaje ; 
 For as we neared Thy City morning broke, 
 And all along its lofty ramparts woke 
 One word of greeting, flooding all the ear 
 And all the heart with jblemn mujic, clear 
 As of a Trumpet talking with us Peace ! 
 
 SDe ^arente >umma natum. 
 
 A Sequence for the Feaft of the Transfiguration. 
 
 F the Highejl generated, 
 And not by His SIRE created, 
 
 From before all time the WORD 
 One GOD with the FATHER reigned, 
 By the Right to Him pertained, 
 And by Gift of none conferred. 
 
 Guilty man from death redeeming, 
 GOD the WORD in outward Jeeming 
 Was an humble Servant made ; 
 
2De parents feutnmo natum* 383 
 
 Thus becoming a new Creature, 
 He rejtored our human nature, 
 Nor ajide His GODHEAD laid. 
 
 In Himjelf, both Weak and Worthy 
 He united ; but the Earthy 
 
 Clad, not crippled, the Divine : 
 Neither did the Jtrong Superior 
 Swallow up the frail Inferior, 
 
 But by Juffering made it Jhine. 
 
 Each in its own Nature Jingle, 
 Not as wines with water mingle 
 
 Were they in debasement linked ; 
 But that mojl myjlerious Union 
 Which had placed them in communion, 
 
 Kept them perfeSly diJlinS. 
 
 Symbol of that high relation 
 Was the WORD'S Transfiguration, 
 
 To the eye of faith dejigned : 
 Wherein is to us revealed 
 That which was before concealed 
 
 By the Veil of human kind. 
 
 Like the candid Jhow for whiteness, 
 Like the Jplendid Sun for brightness, 
 
 Lo ! the Flejh which Jin atoned 
 Is beforehand rendered glorious, 
 Over Jhame and death viftorious, 
 
 And the WORD in Light enthroned. 
 
384 3De ^arcnte >ummo natutm 
 
 Hark ! the confirmation given, 
 Not from earth but out of Heaven, 
 
 Vouching CHRIST the SON of GOD ; 
 Thus His DEITY ajjuring, 
 Though, beneath a Jhade obfcuring, 
 
 Earth in Form of MAN He trod. 
 
 Gaze upon the ViJIon beauteous ; 
 Him confejs, with homage duteous, 
 
 GOD, and yet the Virgin's SON ; 
 In a jingle Perjbn Jhining, 
 Yet two Natures Jo combining 
 
 That they Jeverally were one. 
 
 See, the Stone by Jews rejefled, 
 But by Choice Divine elefted, 
 
 To the Corner-head is raijed ; 
 He on Whom in Godlike Splendour, 
 Erft in raiment mean and Jlender, 
 
 Now the rapt Difciples gazed. 
 
 Theme of Prophets' proclamation, 
 Him they knew in transformation 
 
 'Twixt the two attendant Seers ; 
 Shining in thofe Robes of Glory 
 Figured in prophetic Jlory, 
 
 As from Bozrah He appears. 
 
 Grant us, JESU, to adore Thee, 
 And lay down our crowns before Thee, 
 In the rapturous Vifion lojl ; 
 
feong; of tfie Cfirfftfan Confettorg, 385 
 
 Nor as heirs of Heaven ignore us, 
 Who in type didjt go before us 
 When o'er Jordan Jojhua crojl. 
 
 of tlje earl? Cljrittian Confeffor^ 
 
 |H, no ! we may not whijper now 
 The Name by Hojls adored, 
 No more we chaunt in choral vow 
 Our dear Redeeming LORD. 
 
 They drag us jlow with bleeding feet 
 
 To many an Idol Jhrine ; 
 They bid us tajle the offered Meat, 
 
 Or quaff the offered Wine. 
 
 They Jlrive with jlow reluSant fires 
 
 Our conjlant Souls to break ; 
 They jpread the charms the world admires, 
 
 But oh, 'tis death to take 
 
 For neither bright Apollo's bow, 
 
 Nor Daphne's laurel grove, 
 Nor jbunds of joy, nor Jights of woe, 
 
 Can bend our loyal love. 
 
 Yet, if perchance by jbrrow tried 
 
 Some Jighs our bojbms heave, 
 They bid us leave the Crucified 
 
 But we will never leave ! 
 
 Oh, no ! the quivering limb may throb, 
 May Jlart the torture tear, 
 c c 
 
386 g>ong; of tlje Cljrfttiatt Confe{Tor& 
 
 For crown of Jteel and fiery robe 
 Are hard for flejh to bear. 
 
 But heavier was the Robe of Jcorn 
 The MAN of Sorrows bore ; 
 
 And Jharper, Jharper was the Thorn 
 On bleeding Brows He wore : 
 
 And He can cool the torrent wave, 
 Can Jlop the opprejjbr's joy ; 
 
 For Jlronger is His Arm to jave. 
 Than theirs is to dejlroy. 
 
 They tell us He is buried now, 
 And all our hopes are gone ; 
 
 They jaw not how in vejl of Jhow 
 He mounted to His Throne. 
 
 And chains may bind, and prijbns dim 
 Our fettered limbs control ; 
 
 Our Souls, like eagles, fly to Him 
 They cannot bind the Soul. 
 
 The waves that wa/h our prijbn wall, 
 
 The winds that hurry by, 
 The fweet, the gall, are records all 
 
 Of Love that cannot die. 
 
 What if our Spirits tortures bow, 
 
 Our limbs if fetters fret ? 
 We jee not now His radiant Brow 
 
 But how can we forget ? 
 
Being in an agonp, ^e prapeU more 
 
 |H AT are theje Sighs, theje low deep 
 
 yearning Prayers 
 Stealing o'er the Jilence of the mid- 
 
 night hour 
 
 From yon embowering Grove the chill damp airs 
 Rijing around, while Jhivering night-winds 
 cower ? 
 
 Nay ! draw not nigh 'tis awful, holy Ground. 
 There, Jince the fall of eve, through hours of 
 
 darknejs drear, 
 Our LORD in prayer hath knelt, while Jlumber 
 
 found 
 
 Enwraps that world for which He pleadeth 
 projlrate near. 
 
 Nor will that wearied Form from prayer arije 
 Till the faint-hearted dawn hath gathered 
 
 Jtrength to brave 
 
 The Jhades of night : the day may not Juffice 
 For His deep Love which yearns a darkling 
 world to Jave. 
 
 That burning, wondrous Love ! O how Jhall theje 
 Low grovelling hearts e'er comprehend its 
 depth and height, 
 
388 23efng; m an 
 
 Its breadth and length? enfolding earth and 
 
 Jeas, 
 
 Heaven, yea, the Heaven of Heavens, in Mercy 
 infinite ? 
 
 Words fail to fpeak aright ; methinks on earth 
 The jilent adoration of overflowing hearts 
 
 In kindly deeds outpoured bejl owns its worth ; 
 Each little rill which from that loving Fountain 
 Jtarts, 
 
 Bearing fome portion of its Waters fweet 
 
 Along her lowly courfe, frejhening and glad- 
 dening all 
 
 Where'er jhe turns ; yet loving bejl to greet 
 Yon Streamlet broad, and hidden yield her 
 tribute Jmall ; 
 
 For Jmall, as lowliejl drop, what here w^deem 
 The noblejl Sacrifice the keene/t grief we 
 
 know, 
 
 The love and labour of earth's Jhort-lived dream, 
 Compared with the deep Ocean of Thy Love 
 and Woe ! 
 
 Here we may fearlejs plunge, and find our Life ; 
 Sujlained upon theje Waters, as they rife and 
 
 fall, 
 
 Onward, while lefs and lefs of earth's rude Jlrife 
 Shall reach our ears, abforbed in Thee, our Al 
 in All ! 
 
 d 
 
<<I!)e open Ufttotu 3 8 9 
 
 Thou, Who Jlill pleadejl in the Holy Mount 
 For Jlumbering Souls enthralled in Jhades of 
 
 night below, 
 Plead on for us ! that Thine, Celejlial Fount ! 
 May be the only Source of Light and Love we 
 know. 
 
 Cfje open 
 
 |HY lies the darknefs on the deep 
 
 Now that the world is old ? 
 Why do thejigns from Heaven wax 
 
 faint, 
 
 And Altar-fires wax cold ? 
 The while men's Souls wait for the LORD 
 
 By promije and by warning, 
 And wait and watch, yea, more than they 
 That watch unto the morning. 
 
 Why echo Jlill earth's tempejl-moans, 
 
 Without Heaven's * Peace, be Jlill?' 
 Why cry we yet, LORD, if Thou wilt ;' 
 
 Nor hear His calm * I will ? ' 
 Why cajl we all our anchors out 
 
 And wijh the day were nearer ; 
 While yet the far horizon Jhows 
 
 No clojer and no clearer ? 
 
 Nay ! ajk, if with us in the Ship 
 We prayed our Majler come ? 
 
39 C&e open aiffioiu 
 
 AJk, while we yet could fee the Jhore, 
 Set we our Jails towards Home ? 
 
 AJk, if as in the ancient days 
 The Word of GOD is precious, 
 
 Have we the childlike hearts to know 
 The Voice that would refrejh us ? 
 
 AJk rather of the chojen Three 
 
 Nearejl to CHRIST allowed, 
 Why, ere they Jaw their Glorious SUN 
 
 They pajfed beneath His Cloud ? 
 Why, as they marked His MeJJengers 
 
 Adore that blejl unveiling, 
 They heard Jlrange prejages of Jcorn, 
 
 And buffeting, and railing ? 
 
 Aye ! others, like thofe favoured Ones 
 
 Are drawn with Him apart, 
 The glory of His Woe to Jee 
 
 With Jad and troubled heart : 
 By Jbme unearthly Jympathy 
 
 They know that this their trial 
 Accomplijhes His Agony, 
 
 Dejertion, and Denial. 
 
 The Cloud of myjtery draws on 
 
 And gathers over all, 
 While fearfully they enter in 
 
 Beneath its Jblemn pall ; 
 But to the trujlful gaze, Jbme gleam 
 
 Seems all its depth to brighten, 
 For verily the LORD their GOD 
 
 Shall all their darknejs lighten. 
 
open flHittoru 391 
 
 < This is My Well-Beloved SON !' 
 
 The FATHER'S Voice is pajl ; 
 They waken from their awful trance, 
 
 And know the Truth at lajl : 
 The darknejs is not terrible, 
 
 The Jilence is not lonely, 
 When they Jee no man any more 
 
 Themjelves and JESUS only. 
 
 O Vijion of reality, 
 
 Faith's crowning diadem ! 
 Themjelves with JESUS found alone 
 
 And He alone with them, 
 And never are His Cares Jo Jweet, 
 
 Never His Tones Jo tender, 
 As when He comforteth His Own 
 
 After their Souls' Jurrender. 
 
 He turns their Jbrrow into Joy, 
 
 Gives Peace injlead of dread, 
 He Jlays their zeal's too eager hajle, 
 
 Urges their doubt's dull tread ; 
 Till Jongs of love and praije burjl forth 
 
 From lips theje themes embolden, 
 While that dear Prejence is the Light 
 
 Of eyes no longer holden. 
 
 Many are thoje once rejllejs Souls 
 
 To whom it has Jufficed 
 To Jcale the Mount, endure the Cloud, 
 
 And be alone with CHRIST : 
 Not heeding all earth's happinejs, 
 
 Nor all the world's derijion ; 
 
39 2 ^Ije spudc of 
 
 Only not difobedient found 
 Unto the Heavenly Vijion, 
 
 For us, the veil but hides our pain 
 
 Till perfeS Peace be won, 
 Till man's enfeebled hand be Jlayed, 
 
 And GOD'S good Will be done : 
 Our Souls in patience we pqQeJs, 
 
 GOD'S Word cannot be broken, 
 < This is My SON 'He faith, and we 
 
 Believe what He hath Jjpoken. 
 
 We dare not deem that Heaven is dark, 
 
 Though Heaven's light Jeem dim ; 
 Our Majler looks upon us Jtill 
 
 Although we Jee not Him ; 
 He leads us onward in His Love, 
 
 He bears us in His Pity 
 To where the open Vijion Jhines 
 
 In the Eternal City. 
 
 Static of 
 
 |HE Mufic of Heaven is attuned to a 
 
 meajure 
 Our Spirit's deep thirjl ever longs 
 
 for in vain ; 
 For the mujic of earth, though it thrills us with 
 
 pleajure, 
 Gives pleajure not wholly unmingled with pain. 
 
of %aiiem 393 
 
 And though for a moment the ear may be captured 
 By notes that from Paradije Jeem to have birth, 
 
 By founds to which Angels might lijlen enraptured, 
 The dream is dijpelled by the voices of earth. 
 
 Some wearinefs, pain, or Jbme pajfing vexations 
 The half-entranced Jbul from its blijs will recall ; 
 
 Or the heart is unjlrung, and the Jweet modulations 
 On earth-enchained fenfes untunefully fall. 
 
 When rejbundeth GOD'S Praije in the courts of 
 His Dwelling, 
 
 Falfe jarrings of earth will too often begin ; 
 And the higher and clearer the anthem is Jwelling, 
 
 The more are we confcious of dijcord within. 
 
 But it will not be thus when to Heavenly regions, 
 Releajed from its thraldom, our Spirit takes wing, 
 
 And uniting in concert with glorified legions, 
 Shall learn that ' new Song' which none other 
 can Jing. 
 
 For ear hath not heard, nor the Jenfes of mortals 
 E'er caught the ineffable MuJIc below 
 
 Of thoje Harmonies full which through Heaven's 
 
 bright portals, 
 With tide ever rijing, unceajingly flow. 
 
 There voices Seraphic in concord are vying, 
 And golden the jlrings of each well-tuned Lyre; 
 
 Heart vibrates to heart, as for ever replying, 
 Unwearied they chaunt in antiphonal Choir. 
 
394 
 
 Andjhall we then hang the Jad harp on the willows, 
 As exiles Jhut out from the Land of our rejl, 
 
 Till we crofs the dark ocean of Death, and its 
 
 billows 
 Have wafted us fafe to the Jhores of the Blejl ? 
 
 No ! whenever GOD'S Praije in His Temple 
 ajcendeth, 
 
 The theme and the melody kindle our hearts, 
 And conjlrain us, as richly the Jymphony blendeth, 
 
 To * wake up our glory' and join in our parts. 
 
 And at length, when with Children of Zion 
 
 admitted 
 
 Hojannas to jing by the Throne of the LORD, 
 Shall all hearts be new Jlrung, and each voice better 
 
 fitted 
 With Angels' and Archangels' notes to accord. 
 
 N the dim morn I wake, 
 
 My Boy jleeps at my Jide, 
 I jleeplejs watch the gleam 
 Of Memory's rujhing tide. 
 
 From the Pajl's Jblemn woods 
 
 Stately the River came, 
 The ripple, and the breeze 
 
 Spake but one word my name ! 
 
CljtltJljOOtU 395 
 
 Calling me ever back, 
 
 Till on the Jilent Jhore 
 I Jee a Jhadowy form, 
 
 My/elf a Child once more ! 
 
 With an unearthly hope 
 
 I clafp the long-lojt hand, 
 And Jo from Time we wander, 
 
 From Memory's Jhifting Jand, 
 
 Till through the gates of Morning 
 
 We mark a rojy Dawn, 
 And the Child kneels in wonder 
 
 On the Celejlial lawn ! 
 
 The lips Jmile adoration, 
 
 I Jinful may not hear ; 
 When lo ! my Boy's young dreams 
 
 Fall on my longing ear ; 
 
 In jleep he prays, < Our FATHER !' 
 In Jleep with his LORD'S Prayer, 
 
 He fills my heart and conjcience, 
 He fills the haunted air. 
 
 O LORD, make me a Child, 
 
 Teach me fair Childhood's prayer, 
 
 Print on my Soul Thy Childhood, 
 Wajh away Manhood's care ! 
 
 Make me a little Child, O LORD, 
 O fill my dreams with Thee, 
 
39 6 
 
 Then, then, dark Memory's River ! 
 Carry them out to Jea, 
 
 Out to the far-off Jurges 
 That gird the Jands of life, 
 
 Bear broken plan, and withered hope, 
 Man's pajjion, and man's jlrife ; 
 
 Bear them far, bitter River ! 
 
 I take the CHILD'S pierced Hand ; 
 And over moor, through forejl, 
 
 I feek the Blejed Land ! 
 
 The CHILD in Priejlly radiance, 
 
 Before the golden Door, 
 Abjblves ; I enter, worjhip, 
 
 GOD'S Child for evermore ! 
 
 The End of Man. 
 
 LOVED the beauty of the earth, 
 The brightness of the Jkies, 
 
 Life wooed me with its carelefs mirth, 
 My birthright and my prize. 
 
 I loved in jmooth felf-chojcn ways 
 
 To guide my wayward feet, 
 I courted men's unmeaning praije, 
 
 Their Jmile was all too jweet. 
 
fetanjag, 397 
 
 The light of Heaven jhone pale and dim 
 
 Upon my earth-bound Jight, 
 The echo of the Seraph's hymn 
 
 For me had no delight. 
 
 My life and treajure they were here, 
 
 My throbbing pulje beat high, 
 My Jlep was free, my glance was clear 
 
 With youth's gay buoyancy. 
 
 But youth was Jhort, and life was frail, 
 
 And human praije untrue, 
 Created beauty but a veil 
 
 To hide Thee from my view. 
 
 'Twas not for theje Thou madejl me, 
 
 But for Thyfelf, O LORD ; 
 Thou bad'Jl me rejl alone in Thee, 
 
 My Prize and my Reward. 
 
 All earthly joy Jhall fail atlajl, 
 
 All earthly love grow cold, 
 Save loves by that one Love made fajl 
 
 To JESUS and His Fold. 
 
 This earth is but a trial place 
 
 To train the Souls of men, 
 Till Nature is transformed to Grace, 
 
 We know not how nor when. 
 
 All earthly aims Jhall have an end, 
 All earthly hopes expire, 
 
39 8 
 
 All faiths that are not Faith, but tend 
 To the eternal fire. 
 
 One Aim there is of endlejs worth, 
 
 One jble Jufficient Love, 
 To do Thy Will, my GOD, on earth, 
 
 And reign with Thee above. 
 
 Who have in life that one true Aim, 
 That one true Hope in death, 
 
 Shall pajs unjcathed the trial-flame 
 And earn the amarant wreath. 
 
 From joys that failed my Soul to fill, 
 From hopes that all beguiled, 
 
 To changelejs Rejl in Thy dear Will, 
 O JESUS! call Thy Child. 
 
 In temp ore Vejperi erlt Lux. 
 
 F old, O LORD, Thy Word was plight, 
 * At evening time there Jhall be Light ; ' 
 
 Now darkly lowers the coming night 
 
 * JESU, mercy.' 
 
 Chill wintry gufts are Jweeping by, 
 All faintly gleams the Jhrouded Jky, 
 The jlars are fading from on high 
 
 * Exaudi me/ 
 
 We fee each Woe Thy Seers reveal, 
 Each Vial of Thy Wrath we feel, 
 Almojl we hear the Trumpet peal 
 
 ' Cum Angelis.' 
 
399 
 
 The Glories of Thine ancient Home 
 Serve but to Jhow the gathering gloom, 
 The Sabbath of the world is come. 
 
 Where is the faith our martyr Sires 
 Owned in the canonizing fires, 
 The burning love, the high dejires ? 
 
 Cold is the Saints' unfhrinking Faith, 
 
 The hope that cheered the Martyr's death 
 
 Love freezes at the worldling's breath. 
 
 Yet mojl Thy promijed Light difplay, 
 Lejl wandering from the ancient way, 
 Self-trujling Jlill, we fondly Jlray. 
 
 Scarce with faint earth-dimmed glimmerings Jhine 
 The tapers Jet to guard the Jhrine, 
 To Faith's keen eye no certain Jign. 
 
 Thou only Good, Thou only True, 
 When faith is weak and friends are few, 
 Do Thou that promijed Light renew. 
 
 Bejide the Altars of our land, 
 
 'Mid prayers untrue and rites profaned, 
 
 We wait, O LORD, Thy guiding Hand. 
 
 O be one gleam in mercy fent, 
 Ere by the Judgment-cry is rent 
 A flame-encompajjed firmament 
 
 * Cum Angelis.' 
 
400 
 
 Ere yet that lajl, all-Jearching light 
 Breaks but to eternize the night, 
 The dawning of the infinite 
 
 * Exaudi me.' 
 
 So, when the dead, earth's countlejs race, 
 Are ranged before Thine awful Face, 
 May we among the Sheep have place 
 
 * JESU, mercy.' 
 
 Requiem JEternam. 
 
 \ O die and be at rejl 
 
 Beneath the Churchyard Jbd, 
 The Corpfe in jere-clothes drejl, 
 The Spirit with its GOD ! 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 Beyond the world's annoy, 
 
 No cares to vex the breajl, 
 No tears to trouble joy. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 Where Jlander's tongue is Jlill, 
 Where praije nor mars our bejl, 
 
 Nor confecrates our ill. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 Where earthly tumults ceafe, 
 Where Jlorms may ne'er infejl 
 
 The Haven of our peace. 
 
401 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 With them that part no more, 
 Rocked gently on the breajl 
 
 Of loved ones gone before. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 Beyond the power of Jin, 
 
 Love an abiding guejl 
 
 The ranjbmed Soul within. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 For this our natures crave, 
 
 The lajl home of the Blejl, 
 The World beyond the grave. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 'Tis Childhood's earliejl dream, 
 In terror unexprejl 
 
 Shrinking from life's dark Jlream. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 'Tis Manhood's bitter cry, 
 
 With thanklejs toil opprejl 
 Of wajled energy. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 Old age with feeble moan 
 
 Echoes the long requejl, 
 To lay its burden down. 
 
 To die and be at rejl 
 
 It is a Chrijlian prayer, 
 For Death is GOD'S Behejl, 
 
 CHRIST and His Saints are there. 
 D D 
 
402 
 
 Sequence on tlje t^olp &pfrin 
 
 After Adam of S. Vittor. 
 
 fjEALTH of the helplefs, Crown of 
 
 Conjblation, 
 Giver of Life, Jweet Hope of man' 
 
 Salvation, 
 
 Come with Thy Grace, O come, 
 Sun of the Soul, and let Thy Sunlight Jhine, 
 And warm with Love's Jbft glow the hearts o 
 
 Thine ; 
 And o'er the frejhening field of Chrijlendom 
 
 Drop fatnejs, Dew Divine ; 
 Till day by day, and hour by hour, 
 Fed with the fulnejs of Thy Power, 
 Every woodland, every bower, 
 Burjl into leaf and fruit and flower, 
 Filled with true Life's bejl food, 
 From Thee, the Fountain of all good. 
 
 One in Subjlance, GODHEAD One ; 
 River, That from Both dojl run, 
 Spring, from Either Jundered never, 
 Bound to Both, and bonded ever 
 
 In a mighty unijbn, 
 With a bond that nought can Jever ; 
 League of power, that none may part, 
 Everlajling as Thou art. 
 
Sequence on tlje l?oty Spirit. 403 
 
 Dew of Each, of Both in One, 
 Vapour rijing from the eternal River ; 
 May the FATHER and the SON 
 jOThat Gift vouchsafe Whereof Thou art the Giver, 
 Giver and Gift, Thyjelf on us bejlow, 
 Thyjelf the Well Whofe waters ever flow. 
 
 Thou hearejl the Dew fall on earth, where it 
 
 lies, 
 
 JFrom the River thou hearejl the Vapour arije, 
 jAnd the Jcent of Jweet Odour thou knowejl, 
 
 whereby 
 Thy faith can the Prejence of GODHEAD dejcry : 
 
 Dew, that from the GODHEAD burjls, 
 [Whereof who deepejl drinks the more he thirjls ; 
 
 Thirjling ever with a glow, 
 
 Quenchlejs, as the Spirit's flow, 
 
 Flowing alway, alway blejjing ; 
 
 Thirjt that knoweth no reprejjing. 
 
 By Him the Wave is conjecrate, 
 Where for new Birth the holy people wait, 
 
 The water on whofe face was borne 
 
 GOD'S SPIRIT at Creation's morn. 
 
 Fount, of all Holinefs the fpring 
 Whence flows true Love abroad, 
 
 Clear Fount that cleanfeth from all Jin, 
 Fount from the Font of GOD ; 
 
 Great Fount, all fountains hallowing, 
 Without all BleJJing and all GOD within. 
 
404 Sequence on rtje ^ol? Spirit* 
 
 Fire of flint, with nought of wood, 
 Faring forth in myjlic Flood, 
 Kid confuming, Fire of Heaven, 
 Feeding on the dread Unleaven, 
 Fire, all earthly fire unlike, 
 On the Altar of our heart 
 Strike the fpark of light, O Jlrike 
 The flame there Jlill to burn and never the 
 depart. 
 
 Shadow of the maidens Jeven, 
 
 Seven that compajjed the One ; 
 Type of the very Truth of Heaven 
 
 That through all things dojl run ; 
 All-quickener, That with life the world dojl 
 warm, 
 
 O SPIRIT Septiform : 
 In jeveral Jhape out-lined, 
 Yet varying not in kind, 
 Forefend it ever, that we fay 
 
 Of Thee, the Almighty Mind, 
 That Thou dojl form obey, 
 
 To form and Jhape confined. 
 
 Fire of Life, Life-giving Spring, 
 Cleanje our hearts, and thither bring 
 Thy Gifts of Grace, to enrich them and to blejs, 
 That, kindled by the flame of Charity, 
 Meet offering we become to Thee 
 Of Love and Holinejs. 
 
Sequence on tfje lolj> Spirit, 405 
 
 Breath of the FATHER and the SON, Thou bejl 
 
 Leech of the Jinful, Solace of the fad, 
 (Strength of the weak, the worn wayfarer's Rejl, 
 Health of the fick, make Thou the mourner glad. 
 Holy Love, like virgin's, chajte, 
 Fire of Soul, yet maiden-pure, 
 Thofe whom evil pajjions wajle 
 
 May Thine hallowed UnSion cure. 
 
 Voice of voices manifold, 
 Subtile Voice, by found untold, 
 In the ear, and in the breajl, 
 Voice to each That whifperejl : 
 Voice enbreathed into the Blejl, 
 Stilly Voice and Jecret Voice 
 Making Men of Peace rejoice, 
 Voice of fweetnefs, Voice of blifs, 
 Voice of voices, ours be This 
 Sounding through our inmojl heart : 
 
 Light, That bidjl all lies depart, 
 Light, That falfehood's router art, 
 Light, That drawejl unto Thee 
 Faith and Truth and Verity ; 
 Light, vouchfafe to us, to all, 
 Life and health and wealth, that we, 
 Lit with light perennial, 
 Live in funjhine, that Jhall be 
 Brightening everlastingly. 
 
406 
 
 flDf tljedfrftg of (Bon. 
 
 HOUGH for me the tongues of Ange! 
 With the tongues of men were blen 
 Duly Jhould I ne'er be able, 
 Giver of things excellent, 
 To return Thee praije, O Greatejl 
 FATHER of Enlightenment. 
 
 For with Might Thou didjl create me 
 
 For Thyjelf of nothingnefs, 
 And to bear Thy Likenejs Jhape me 
 
 By Thy Wifdom fathomlejs, 
 And with Angels equal make me 
 
 In my reajbn's noblenejs. 
 
 Thus with faculties controlling, 
 
 Faculties Jubordinate, 
 Like the pattern of Thy Glory, 
 
 I furpajjed the brutal Jlate, 
 Standing pure, enlightened, holy, 
 
 Righteous and inviolate. 
 
 Yet had all been left imperfeS, 
 Having wrought me wondroujly, 
 
 If as thanklejs, proud tranfgrejjbr, 
 Thou wouldjl doom me rigidly ; 
 
 If deluded, lojl and wretched, 
 Thou wouldjl not deliver me. 
 
flDF tlje (Bift0 of (Botu 407 
 
 No ! where I was lately fallen 
 
 Underneath my hellijh Foe, 
 Thou'Jl to hope for pardon brought me 
 
 In Thy Grace, and laid him low : 
 To Thy Pajlure hajl Thou called me ; 
 
 Time for Grace Thou dojl bejlow. 
 
 Stumbling hajl Thou me Jupported 
 
 With enduring Patience ; 
 Straying hajl Thou me withholden 
 
 With jevere Beneficence ; 
 Me delinquent hajl abfolved, 
 
 And hajl blotted mine offence. 
 
 Thou on every Jlde dojl wajh me 
 And dojl heal me wounded Jbre, 
 
 And when wajhed and healed, upon me 
 Thou dojl Oil of Gladnejs pour ; 
 
 Gleams of wondrous Hope Jurround me, 
 When the painful Jlound is o'er. 
 
 Now withdrawing me from danger, 
 
 Unto good Thou Jlablijhejl ; 
 Now Jupporting mine endeavours, 
 
 Gifts on me Thou lavijhejl ; 
 Where Thou givejl, where Thou takejl 
 
 Still my weal Thou compajjejl. 
 
 Thou providejl for my table 
 
 Daily food abundantly ; 
 Thou dojl bounteoujly for raiment 
 
 Things bejeeming me Jupply; 
 
408 jflDf tf)C (Biftg of 
 
 Care of me Thou takejl ever 
 Like the apple of Thine Eye. 
 
 Herein like wife mujl I glory, 
 
 That to me Thou Jhouldjl confide 
 
 To bear tribulation for Thee 
 From without and from infide, 
 
 Since beloved Sons Thou always 
 Hajl in Juch encounters tried. 
 
 By the fervice of Thy Creatures 
 
 I am largely profited, 
 For their ujes, like their figures, 
 
 Witnejs Thee their Fountain-head : 
 Still by Nature, Jlill by Scripture, 
 
 Are we to Thy Traces led. 
 
 Yet beyond all theje Thy Creatures 
 Thou Thyjelf exaltedjl me 
 
 By aJOTuming Man's condition 
 In Thy wondrous Clemency, 
 
 And in Thy Paternal Wifdom 
 To Thyjelf redeeming me. 
 
 O what boundlejs depths of Pity 
 Thy Paternal Grace difplays ! 
 
 O the Bounty that we witneJs 
 In the Filial GODHEAD'S Ways ! 
 
 Therefore Jhall there be no period 
 
 Of Thy Worjhip, Splendour, Praife ! 
 
409 
 
 CLTrbgf fteata ^irufaletm 
 
 LESSED City, holy Salem, 
 
 Home of peace, by Seers dejcried, 
 Rijlng in the courts of Heaven, 
 
 Built of living Jlones and tried, 
 By Angelic hands adorned, 
 As her fellows deck a Bride. 
 
 Coming newly formed from Heaven, 
 
 Ready for the nuptial bower, 
 Wedded to the LAMB for ever, 
 
 As a bride in blijsful hour ; 
 All her Jlreets have golden pavement, 
 
 Golden ramparts round her tower. 
 
 Bright her gates of pearl are gleaming, 
 
 Open are her chambers fair ; 
 And by virtue of His Merits 
 
 Every Soul Jhall enter there 
 Who, in this world, pain or jbrrow 
 
 For the Name of CHRIST Jhall bear. 
 
 Hewn with blows, and worn by prejjure, 
 Polijhed Jlones from every land, 
 
 All are in their places fitted 
 
 By the Builder's matchlejs hand, 
 
 Firmly Jet, to rejl unjhaken, 
 
 While the Heavenly manjions Jland. 
 
410 <q%t Cljurcf), 
 
 Corner-Jtone in her foundation, 
 CHRIST the Rock is Jurely laid ; 
 
 Who, in both the walls compared, 
 Hath of twain one Temple made ; 
 
 Holy Sion Him accepted, 
 
 All her hope on Him is Jlayed. 
 
 Sacred is that glorious City, 
 Dear to GOD the mighty King, 
 
 Mingling with her tuneful praijes 
 Joyous burjls of triumph ring ; 
 
 THREE and ONE their GOD proclaiming, 
 All in welcome Anthems Jing. 
 
 Cljurcl), S^tlitant anti 
 
 The Church Militant. 
 
 JOW Jirong are her foundations ! the 
 
 opening 
 
 How glorious of her portals ! Yet within, 
 WhatBabel-Jbundsofflrife! Without, 
 
 what din 
 
 Of malice and of wrath ! Thoje choirs which Jing 
 Eternal Alleluias to their King, 
 How mujl they wondering view the power of Jin, 
 Which, round her Jacred boundary who mujl win 
 And fold GOD'S Flock, Juch direful Jpell could 
 fling, 
 
ana Criumpljant* 
 
 Marring her holy work our Sion's height 
 O'erjhadowing with gloom, where once Jhone clear 
 Heaven's purejl radiance ! O for a light, 
 Glimmering albeit afar ! ' Dijpel thy fear,' 
 A Voice exclaims, ' My Church's mourning night 
 Is well nigh Jpent ; her Dayfpring draweth near !' 
 
 The Church Triumphant. 
 
 HO is it clad in garments radiant white, 
 Love on her breajlplate graven, on her brow 
 Salvation diademed ? Above, below, 
 Ten thoujand thoujand Spirits wing their flight, 
 A jhining company. With glory bright 
 The army of Martyrs circle, which through woe 
 And peril, pain and death, dared face the foe, 
 Bearing their palms, with vi&or-chaplets dight. 
 In mild but awful majejly, to meet 
 The Bride comes forth the Bridegroom, in thejkies 
 Enthroning on her everlajling feat. 
 From myriad Voices Jhouts of triumph rije : 
 * Her warfare is accompli/tied ; at her feet 
 Fallen is the captive's chain the conqueror prof- 
 tratc lies ! ' 
 
412 
 
 from tfie jamerfom 
 
 Heart 9 s Song. 
 
 N the Jilent midnight watches, 
 
 Lijl thy bojbm door, 
 How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, 
 
 Knocketh evermore! 
 Say not 'tis thy pulje's beating, 
 
 Or thy heart of Jin ; 
 'Tis thy SAVIOUR Jiands entreating, 
 Rije ! and let Me in.' 
 
 Death comes down with recklejs footjlep, 
 
 To the hall and hut ; 
 Think you Death will tarry, knocking 
 
 Where the door is (hut ? 
 JESUS waiteth, waiteth, waiteth, 
 
 But the door is fajl ; 
 Grieved, at length away He turneth ; 
 
 Death breaks in at lajl. 
 
 Then 'tis thine to Jland entreating 
 
 CHRIST to let thee in ; 
 At the gate of Heaven beating, 
 
 Wailing for thy Jin. 
 Nay ! alas, thou foolijh Virgin ! 
 
 Hajl thou then forgot ? 
 JESUS waited long to know thee 
 
 Now, He knows thee not. 
 
from rtje #merfom Cfjurcl), 413 
 
 Song of Faith. 
 
 HE lilied fields behold ! 
 
 What King in his array 
 Of purple pall and cloth of gold 
 Shines gorgeoujly as they ? 
 
 Their pomp, however gay, 
 
 Is brief, alas ! as bright ; 
 It lives but for a jummer's day, 
 
 And withers in a night. 
 
 If GOD Jo clothe the Jbil 
 
 And glorify the dujl, 
 Why Jhould the Jlave of daily toil 
 
 His Providence dijlrujl ? 
 
 Will He, Whofe Love has nurfed 
 
 The jparrow's brood, do lejs 
 For thoje who Jeek His Kingdom firjt, 
 
 And with it Righteoufnejs ? 
 
 The birds fly forth at will ; 
 
 They neither plough nor jbw ; 
 Yet theirs the Jheaves that crown the hill, 
 
 Or glad the vale below. 
 
 While through the realms of air 
 He guides their tracklefs way, 
 
 Will man in faithlejjhejs defpair ? 
 Is he worth lejs than they ? 
 
Wltittg from tlje American Ctjurclj. 
 
 As thy day^fo Jhall tkyjlrengtb be. 
 
 HEN adverfe winds and waves arife 
 
 And in my heart defpondence fighs, 
 When life her throng of cares reveals 
 And weaknefs o'er my fpirit Jleals, 
 Grateful I hear the kind Decree 
 That * As my day, my Jlrength Jhall be.' 
 
 When with fad footjlep memory roves 
 O'er fmitten joys and buried loves, 
 When like a mourner low I bend, 
 Without a comforter or friend, 
 Then to Thy Promife, LORD, I flee, 
 Still c As thy day, thy Jlrength Jhall be/ 
 
 One trial more mujl yet be pajt, 
 One pang, the keenejl and the lajl ; 
 And when, convulfed with mortal pain, 
 Struggling I feek for eafe in vain, 
 Then wilt Thou give my Soul to fee 
 That * As her day, her Jlrength Jhall be.' 
 
 The fajhlon of Ms world paffeth away. 
 
 N carelefs Childhood's funny hours 
 
 When all we love is nigh, 
 No thorn amid life's opening flowers, 
 No cloud in all its Jky, 
 
SJofceg from tfie jamerican C&urclK 415 
 
 We fear no ill, nor dream of care, 
 
 But deem each following day 
 Shall light us on to fairer Jcenes, 
 
 And beam with brighter ray. 
 
 And Childhood's vernal Jeafon pajl, 
 
 And Jhunned Youth's thoufand Jhares, 
 When Manhood's autumn comes at lajl 
 
 With Jbrrows, fears and cares, 
 Still, autumn-like its Jkies are bright, 
 
 And Jlill the world Jeems young, 
 And Jlill we love its mellow light, 
 
 Its boughs with fruitage hung. 
 
 But Autumn's golden Jkies mujl fade, 
 
 And Autumn's fruits decay, 
 And foon, mid Jhows and Jlorms, mujl come 
 
 Old-age's wintry day ; 
 A wintry day at bejl as Jhort, 
 
 As gloomy and as cold, 
 Till the worn body yields at lajl, 
 
 And life lets go its hold. 
 
 And when its earthly hold is gone, 
 
 The world's brief fajhion pajl, 
 Are there no hopes that Jhall Jurvive, 
 
 No pleafures that Jhall lajl ? 
 Yes ! Chrijlian, it is thine to know 
 
 Life's but a weary way, 
 A Jhort, though painful pilgrimage 
 
 To realms of endlejs Day ; 
 
(KofcejS from ttje American Cljurcf). 
 
 Where Faith her crown of life Jhall wear, 
 
 And Hope be lojl in joy, 
 And meek-eyed Love be paid with blijs 
 
 That time can ne'er dejlroy : 
 For thither has the LAMB gone up 
 
 Who Juffered, and was jlain, 
 That rijen with Him, His Followers might 
 
 With Him for ever reign ! 
 
 The Glory referred. 
 
 JlNCE o'er Thy Footjlool here below 
 
 Such radiant gems are Jtrewn, 
 O what magnificence mujl glow, 
 
 My GOD, about Thy Throne ! 
 So brilliant here thofe drops of light, 
 Where the full Ocean rolls, how bright ! 
 
 If night's blue curtain of the jky, 
 With thoufand Jlars inwrought, 
 
 Hung like a royal canopy 
 
 With glittering diamonds fraught, 
 
 Be, LORD, Thy Temple's outer veil, 
 
 What Jplendour at the Shrine mujl dwell ! 
 
 The dazzling jun, at noontide hour, 
 
 Forth from his golden vaje, 
 Flinging o'er earth the golden Jhower 
 
 Till vale and mountain blaze, 
 But jhows, O LORD ! one beam of Thine, 
 What, then, the Day where Thou dojl Jhine ! 
 
IReturn. 417 
 
 Ah ! how Jhall theje dim eyes endure 
 
 That noon of living rays ? 
 Or how my Spirit, Jo impure, 
 
 Upon Thy Glory gaze ? 
 Anoint, O LORD, anoint rnyjlght, 
 And robe me for that World of light. 
 
 Eeturru 
 
 LMIGHTY FATHER, LORD of all, 
 Unworthy as Thy Sons to call, 
 As Jervants at Thy Feet we fall. 
 
 By all the Love which Thou hajl Jhown 
 For wanderers from Fold and Throne, 
 Have mercy while our Jin we own. 
 
 As hired Jervants, can it be 
 
 That we mujl Jerve, who once were free ? 
 
 O bring us to ourjelves and Thee. 
 
 While Jlill a great way off, we yearn 
 Thoje tender words of Love to learn 
 Which greet the Prodigal's return. 
 
 The Ring Jhall on our hand be placed, 
 With Love's bejl Robe Jhall we be graced, 
 We who our own had Jo debajed. 
 
 Ah ! hateful now the wretched pajl 
 By turns with Jwine and harlots cajl ; 
 We rioted then Jlarved at lajl. 
 E E 
 
418 
 
 Thy Welcome, LORD, will purge away 
 The Jling of each rebellious day, 
 And Love will pardon All, for Aye, 
 
 Rejoicing Thou wilt give for pain, 
 
 For Jighs, a part in Heaven's glad Jlrain, 
 
 When all the Lojl are found again. 
 
 ||ISE! Mother, rife ! thy Infant is away ; 
 See, on the verge of yon Jharp cliff 
 
 he Jtands, 
 Aiding his tottering Jleps with cling- 
 
 ing hands, 
 Wandering in fearlefs play. 
 
 Stay ! Mother, Jlay ! move not nay ! not one 
 call; 
 
 Stay, or thy voice will make the truant Jlart ; 
 
 Thrujl down that cry within thy bur/ling heart, 
 Or fee thy Infant fall. 
 
 Oh ! injlincl wonderful of Mother's love, 
 See ! filent, Jlill, Jhe gently bares her breajl ! 
 Swiftly her Infant rufhes to his neft, 
 
 And there fhe clafps her dove. 
 
 So filently our own dear Mother now, 
 
 Lejl one of her Jlray Sheep fhould fuffer lofs, 
 Shows us her LORD upon His bitter Crofs 
 
 Shows us the thorn-crowned Brow. 
 
419 
 
 Shows us, frail wanderers in the ways of Jin, 
 Our Shepherd bleeding from that pierced Side 
 Pierced, that by that entrance opened wide 
 
 Sinners might enter in. 
 
 Oh ! may He grant us to that Home to flee, 
 To feel the fulnejs of that Love untold ; 
 To gaze, and fly unto that One true Fold, 
 
 And there for ever be. 
 
 Via, Veritas^ Vita. 
 
 AST thou been lured by Pleasures gay 
 From the Jlrait Heavenward path to 
 
 Jtray? 
 Seek CHRIST : in Him thou find'Jl the 
 
 Way. 
 
 Fain would'Jl thou, in the pride of youth, 
 The heights of Knowledge climb forjboth ? 
 At CHRIST'S Feet Jit thou : He is Truth. 
 
 Dojl tremble at the Soul's Jlern Jlrife 
 'Mid World with deadly dangers rife ? 
 Let CHRIST dwell in thee : He is Life. 
 
 The Soul of Man and the Church of Ch rift. 
 
 night : o'erjlrown with clouds, as 
 huge ice-field 
 Above me Jpread the vajly firmament ; 
 
420 ^9ra Cfjriffo 
 
 Athwart that majs, which lay as though con- 
 
 gealed, 
 Stretched, zigzag-wife, full many a ragged 
 
 rent, 
 Oping grim gap and unretrieved dejcent : 
 
 O'er glacier and crevajje their onward way 
 Moon and attendant Stars, majejlic, went ; 
 
 She Jhone with light lent by the Lord of day, 
 Within her circling Jheen gleamed faint each lejjer 
 ray. 
 
 Thus through this drear dark world, o'er many 
 
 a pit, 
 
 Dread entrance to abyjs of Sin's jad gloom, 
 The Soul may by the Church of CHRIST be lit 
 Onward to regions of eternal bloom ; 
 Thus, thus will/he the dangerous path illume, 
 To them within her pale, throughout the night ; 
 Thus will her Jleady lamp lead on, to whom, 
 Though hid awhile from earth's expectant jight, 
 The SUN of Righteoujnejs vouchsafes His glorious 
 Light. 
 
 Cfjrftfo 9tottuu& 
 
 SAW amid the lurid jky 
 
 The coward Stars disordered fly ; 
 
 I jaw with apprehenjion dread 
 
 The troubled Sun and Moon grow red : 
 
Cljrifto aortuu& 421 
 
 E'en in the twinkling of an eye 
 I Jaw Creation's wonders die, 
 As if for them there was no room ; 
 It was, it was the Day of Doom ! 
 
 I heard the pealing Trump of GOD, 
 I Jaw the Jlartled mountains nod, 
 Earth dropped her brow of ancient pride 
 And oped her huge foundations wide, 
 While Ocean at that warning cry 
 Unbared her inmojl channels dry, 
 A/under burjl was every tomb 
 Upon this awful Day of Doom. 
 
 I jaw before a Throne of Light 
 Than Juns ten thoujand far more bright, 
 The quick and dead together Jland, 
 The children of each age and land ; 
 A varied, Jlrange, unnumbered crowd 
 In mingling woe and terror bowed : 
 Old Time had bared Creation's womb 
 To meet upon this Day of Doom. 
 
 I jaw upon that Throne Divine 
 
 One like the SON of MAN recline, 
 
 With Eyes Jo bright that from their blaze 
 
 The Univerje fled in amaze : 
 
 Guilt Jlood appalled in awe profound 
 
 As flajhed thoje beamy terrors round, 
 
 That threatened all things to conjume 
 
 Upon this Jearching Day of Doom. 
 
One, one alone upon that day 
 I jaw wake up without dijmay, 
 Burjl the long fetters of the earth, 
 As if to claim a fecond birth ; 
 With tranquil brow and radiant eye 
 Draw the augujl Tribunal nigh, 
 Like a young Star amid the gloom 
 Of this o'erwhelming Day of Doom. 
 
 'Twas one who on his vejlment bore 
 
 A great red Crojs imprejfed before, 
 
 And gliftening bright thofe words outfpread, 
 
 * Pro CHRISTO mortuus,' I read. 
 
 Mojl wondrous Jlght ! a rainbow form 
 
 Amid the universal jlorm, 
 
 A Phoenix true of endlejs bloom, 
 
 The Conqueror of the Day of Doom. 
 
 A Hymn of Alanus. 
 
 jlIKE a pifiure all Creation 
 Standeth for our contemplation, 
 
 'Tis our mirror and our book : 
 Life and death are there presented, 
 All our pilgrimage imprinted, 
 Calling men to pauje and look. 
 
 For the roje doth paint our Jlory, 
 And the rofe doth glafs our glory, 
 Readeth all our life's brief hour : 
 
423 
 
 In the early morn Jhe bloometh ; 
 Aged, when the evening gloometh, 
 Falls off the deflowered flower. 
 
 Breathing Jhe her life exhaleth ; 
 Soon her blujhing beauty paleth ; 
 
 Dying came the flower to earth ; 
 Old and new, alike death-laden, 
 Aged, yet a youthful maiden, 
 
 Fading in her dawn of birth. 
 
 So unto the youthful comer 
 Minijlers his mortal Jummer ; 
 
 Brightly Jmiles the fleeting flower : 
 But that morning hath its even, 
 Soon athwart the darkling heaven 
 
 Cometh on life's twilight hour. 
 
 Pain is all man's life and being, 
 Toil without a hope of fleeing, 
 
 Death descending covers all : 
 Sunjhine now is Jlorm hereafter ; 
 Death tracks life, and jbrrow laughter ; 
 
 Darknejs on our day doth fall. 
 
 Therefore, when this claufe thou readejl, 
 See that thou the lejflbn heedejl ; 
 
 Man, thy life is figured clear ; 
 In what Jlate thou camejl hither, 
 What to-day thou art, and whither 
 
 Tend thy Jleps, examine here. 
 
424 Cljritf Iriumpfjant. 
 
 Weep the cojl of pajl tranfgrejjion, 
 Wail thy Jin, tame pride and pajjion, 
 
 Cajl thy haughtiness away ; 
 Reinfman of the mind and majter, 
 Guard thy trujl, lejl foul dijajler 
 
 Find thee unawares ajlray. 
 
 | HO cometh here from Edom's rocks, 
 
 From Bozrah's haughty tower, 
 That journeyeth glorious in array, 
 
 Majejlic in His Power ? 
 With Garments red from fields of blood 
 
 A Conqueror He doth Jeem ! 
 " I come, Who fpeak in Righteoufnefs, 
 The Mighty to redeem \" 
 
 And why is Thine Apparel red, 
 
 Like his who treads the vine ? 
 And why, like his who treads the vat, 
 
 Do all Thy Garments Jhine ? 
 " The wineprefs I have trodden out, 
 
 Have trodden it alone ; 
 And in that bloody vintage-hour 
 
 With Me there Jlood not one. 
 
 " In Anger did I trample them, 
 
 In Fury did I tread ; 
 Their blood is jprinkled on My Robe, 
 
 My Raiment all is red ; 
 
425 
 
 The awful day is in Mine Heart 
 
 Of vengeance on My foes, 
 The year is come when I redeem 
 
 My People from their foes. 
 
 " And I beheld but none could fave 
 
 His brethren by his hand ; 
 I wondering jaw no Child of man 
 
 In that dread day could Jland ; 
 Therefore Mine own right Arm alone 
 
 My great Salvation brought ; 
 And by My Strength of zeal upheld 
 
 The conquejl I have wrought !" 
 
 Yes ! Thou hajl conquered mightier foes 
 
 Than Edom's hojlile power, 
 Hajl ViSor come from Jlronger holds 
 
 Than Bozrah's haughty tower ! 
 For Thou hajl burfl the gates of Death, 
 
 And laid beneath Thee low, 
 By Thy right Hand and holy Arm, 
 
 Thine IJrael's hcllifh foe ! 
 
 Thou didjl behold no Child of man 
 
 His brother's Soul could jave, 
 Or make agreement unto GOD 
 
 To free him from the grave ; 
 A coJUier price their Souls demand 
 
 Than man hath power to pay ; 
 And therefore Thou, O CHRIST, wouldjl die 
 
 That we might live for aye ! 
 
4*6 
 
 And therefore, when the appointed year 
 
 Of Thy redeemed came, 
 Thou didjl ajjiime the Flejh of man, 
 
 Didjl take a mortal Frame ; 
 Thou didjl the bloody wineprefs tread 
 
 Of Juffering from Thy foes, 
 To Jave Thy People from their Jins, 
 
 From Hell's eternal woes. 
 
 And therefore, when o'er Hell and Death 
 
 The conquejl Thou hadjl won, 
 Thou didjl afcend to GOD'S Right Hand, 
 
 And take Thy glorious Throne ; 
 There Jlill dojl Thou retain, O LORD, 
 
 The Mediator's Seat, 
 Until the LORD Jhall make Thy foes 
 
 The footjlool for Thy Feet. 
 
 Gird then, O Thou mojl mighty One, 
 
 Thy Sword upon Thy Thigh ! 
 Ride forth ! Avenge Thee on Thy foes 
 
 Who Jlill Thy Name defy ! 
 But when that wineprejs of GOD'S Wrath 
 
 Thy conquering feet Jhall tread, 
 Help us, Thy Children, LORD, for whom 
 
 Thy precious Blood was Jhed ! 
 
 Thou art our Father ! though not us 
 
 Hath Abraham begot ; 
 Though Ifaac, and though Ifrael 
 
 Our names acknowledge not ! 
 
>ong;> 427 
 
 Thou art our Father Jlill ! O CHRIST, 
 
 And our Redeeming LORD, 
 The Righteoujhejs of GOD mojl High, 
 
 The One Eternal WORD ! 
 
 E meet in joy, though we part in 
 
 Jo r row; 
 
 We part to-night, but we meet to- 
 morrow. 
 
 Be it flood or blood the path that's trod, 
 All the Jame it leads home to GOD : 
 
 Be it furnace-fire voluminous, 
 
 One like GOD'S SON will walk with us. 
 
 What are thefe that glow from afar, 
 Theje that lean over the golden bar, 
 
 Strong as the lion, pure as the dove, 
 With open arms and hearts of love ? 
 
 They the blejQTed ones gone before, 
 They the blejjed for evermore : 
 
 Out of great tribulation they went 
 Home to their home of Heaven-content ; 
 
 Through flood, or blood, or furnace fire, 
 To the Rejl that fulfils de/ire. 
 
428 S^artprs* >ong;* 
 
 What are thefe that fly as a cloud, 
 With flajhing heads and faces bowed, 
 
 In their mouths a victorious pfalm, 
 In their hands a robe and a palm ? 
 
 Welcoming Angels thefe that Jhine, 
 Your own Angel, and yours, and mine ; 
 
 Who have hedged us both day and night 
 On the left hand and on the right, 
 
 Who have watched us both night and day, 
 Becaufe the Devil keeps watch to Jlay. 
 
 Light above light, and Blifs beyond blifs, 
 Whom words cannot utter, lo ! Who is This ? 
 
 As a King with many crowns He Jtands, 
 And our names are graven upon His Hands ; 
 
 As a Priejl, with GoD-uplifted Eyes, 
 He offers for us His Sacrifice ; 
 
 As the LAMB of GOD for Jinners jlain, 
 That we too may live He lives again ; 
 
 As our own Champion, behold Him Jland 
 Strong to fave us at GOD'S Right Hand. 
 
 GOD the FATHER give us Grace 
 To walk in the Light of JESUS' Face. 
 
 GOD the SON give us a part 
 
 In the hiding-place of JESUS' Heart. 
 
429 
 
 GOD the SPIRIT Jo hold us up 
 That we may drink of JESUS' Cup. 
 
 Death is Jhort and Life is long ; 
 
 Satan is Jlrong, but CHRIST more Jlrong. 
 
 At His Word, Who hath led us hither, 
 The Red Sea mujl part hither and thither ; 
 
 At His Word, Who goes before us too, 
 Jordan mujl cleave to let us pafs through. 
 
 Yet one pang Jearching and fore, 
 And then Heaven for evermore ; 
 
 Yet one moment awful and dark, 
 
 Then fafety within the Veil and the Ark ; 
 
 Yet one effort by CHRIST His Grace, 
 And then CHRIST for ever Face to face. 
 
 GOD the FATHER we will adore, 
 In JESUS' Name, now and evermore : 
 
 GOD the SON we will love and thank 
 In this flood and on the further bank : 
 
 GOD the HOLY GHOST we will praife, 
 In JESUS' Name, unto endlefs days : 
 
 GOD Almighty, GOD THREE in ONE, 
 GOD Almighty, GOD Alone. 
 
430 
 
 '(Xlje fetarrp 
 
 tbe Spanijb of Luis de Leon. 
 
 | HEN nightly through the Jky 
 I view the Jlars their files unnumbered 
 
 leading, 
 
 Then Jee the dark earth lie 
 In deathlike trance, unheeding 
 How Life and Time with thoje bright orbs are 
 fpeeding : 
 
 Strong love and equal pain 
 
 Wake in my heart a fire with anguijh burning ; 
 The tear-drops fall like rain, 
 Mine eyes to fountains turning, 
 
 And my Jad voice pours forth its tones of mourning* 
 
 O Manflon of high Jtate, 
 
 Bright Temple of bright Saints in beauty dwelling 
 The Soul, once born to mate 
 With the]*e, what force repelling 
 
 Hath bound to earth, its light in darknejs quelling ! 
 
 What mortal disaccord 
 Hath exiled Jo from Truth the mind unjlable ? 
 
 Why, of its blejl reward 
 
 Forgetful, lojl, unable, 
 Seeks it each Jhadowy fraud and guileful fable ? 
 
<3Ei)e fetarrp ^ijyfit, 431 
 
 Man lies in Jlumber dead, 
 Like one that of his danger hath no feeling, 
 The while with Jilent tread 
 Thofe rejllejs orbs are wheeling, 
 And as they fly his hours of life are Jlealing. 
 
 O Mortals, wake and rije ; 
 Think of the lojs that on your lives is prejjing ; 
 
 The Soul, that never dies, 
 
 Ordained for endlejs blejflmg, 
 How Jhall it live falfe Jhows for Truth carejjing ? 
 
 Ah, raije your fainting eyes 
 
 To that firm jphere which Jlill new glory weareth, 
 And Jcorn the low dijguije 
 The flattering world prepareth, 
 
 And all the world's poor thrall hopeth or feareth. 
 
 O what is all earth's round, 
 Brief Jcene of man's proud jlrife and vain endeavour, 
 
 Weighed with that deep profound, 
 
 That tidelejs Ocean-river, 
 That onward bears Time's fleeting forms for ever ? 
 
 Once meditate, and fee 
 That fixed accord in wondrous variance given, 
 
 The mighty harmony 
 
 Of courfes all uneven, 
 Wherein each Jlar keeps time and place in heaven. 
 
 Who can behold that Jlore 
 Of light unfpent, and not with very Jighing 
 
Burjl earth's frail bonds, and Jbar, 
 With Soul unbodied flying, 
 From this fad place of exile and of dying ? 
 
 There dwelleth Jweet Content ; 
 
 There is the reign of Peace ; there, throned in \ 
 
 Jplendour, 
 As one pre-eminent, 
 With dove-like eyes Jo tender, 
 
 Sits holy Love honour and joy attend her. 
 
 There is revealed whate'er 
 Of Beauty thought can reach ; the jburce internal 
 
 Of purejl Light, that ne'er 
 
 To darknejs yields ; eternal 
 Bloom the bright flowers in clime for ever vernal. 
 
 There would my Spirit be, 
 
 Thoje quiet fields and pleajant meads exploring, 
 Where Truth immortally, 
 Her priceless wealth outpouring, 
 
 Feeds through the blijsful vales the Souls of Saints 
 adoring. 
 
OF THE SOURCES OF THE HTMNS. 
 
 LEW, W. J., M. A. CHURCH HYMN AND 
 TUNE BOOK. RMngtons. 1855. No. 92. 
 Bridges, Matthew, Efq. THE PASSION OF 
 JESUS. Richardfon. 1852. 
 
 W. B, ATHANASIUS. Maflers. 1858. 
 Churton, Archdeacon. GONGORA. Murray. 1862. 
 No. 137. 
 
 Clergyman, A. MORNING THOUGHTS. J.H.Parker. 
 1854. 
 
 Coxe, A. Cleveland, Bifhop-Eleft. ATHANASION. New 
 York. 1842. 
 
 Crofwell, W., D.D. POEMS. Bofton. 1861. 
 Faber, F. W., D.D. HYMNS. Richardfon. 1862. 
 Hawker, R. S.,M. A. ECCLESIA. J.H.Parker. 1840 
 Jackfon, E. D., M. A. LAYS OF ANCIENT PALESTINE. 
 No. 28. 
 
 Kennaway, C. E., M. A. POEMS. Rwingtons. 1846. 
 King, J. M., M. A. LAYS OF PALESTINE. Rivingtons. 
 1851. No. 91. 
 
 Kynafton, Herbert, D. D. OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 
 1826-64. 
 
 F F 
 
434 
 
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 Lowe, Helen. THE PROHPECY OF BALAAM. Murray. 
 1841. 
 
 Newman, Dean. THE MARTYRS. Longmans. 1847. 
 
 Oxenham, H. N., M.A. THE SENTENCE OF KAIRES. 
 Shrimpton. 1854. No. 124, pts. i and 2. 
 
 Profter, A. A. A CHAPLET OF VERSES. Longmans 
 1862. 
 
 Rofletti, C. G. GOBLIN MARKET. Macmillan. 1862. 
 No. 59. 
 
 Trench, Archbifhop. GENOVEVA. J. W. Parker. 
 1851. 
 
 De Vere, Aubrey, Efq. POEMS. Burns. 1855. 
 
 Worfley, P. S., Efq. POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS. 
 Blackwood. 1863. Nos. 51, 134. 
 
OF THE FIRST LINES OF THE 
 HTMNS. 
 
 No. 69.* Page 
 
 LONELY Woman's feeble hand . . 229 
 
 112. A Wildernefs of barren fand . . 367 
 
 79. Ah, whither flee, or where abide? 263 
 
 4.9. All of you fhall foon forfake Me . 163 
 
 130. Almighty FATHER, LORD of all . 417 
 
 92. Amid the whirlwind and the thunder-cloud . 309 
 
 31. And comeft Thou to me ? 103 
 
 1 02. Arife and fmg a joyful Lay 342 
 
 13. Arife! ye Children chofen of the LORD . . 43 
 
 96. Arm me to-day 321 
 
 10. As eager homebound Traveller to the goal . 33 
 
 81. As rippled, by the fickle prelt 271 
 
 47. As when from off fome precipice 155 
 
 79. At dead of night 266 
 
 66. Away, below the Earth's broad breaft . . . 220 
 
 74. Beautiful is Noon 245 
 
 81. Before thofe bones unmrouded 270 
 
 89. Behold ! all things await 297 
 
 * The Hymns are not numbered in the Text j but.by a reference 
 to the Page they can at once be found, both in the Index of the 
 Firft Lines and Table of Contents. 
 
43 6 Into* of 
 
 No. Page | 
 
 42. Beyond the barren Moutain-range . . . , 135] 
 
 104. Blanched in the blaze of light 3481 
 
 127. BlefTed City, Holy Salem ! 409 
 
 1 6. Bright upon the vefted Altar 53 
 
 70. Brother! now thy toils are o'er 231 
 
 71. Child of My Grief and Pain 236 
 
 20. CHRIST with mighty Triumph rifes! ... 65 
 
 25. Clad in the Panoply of Heaven 78 
 
 107. Clearly he fang, as only Angels fing . . . . 356 
 
 58. Come ! let us wander by the filent beach . . 196 
 
 33. Could Creatures all their voices raife . . . 109 
 
 85. Day of bright illumination 283 
 
 1 8. Dead is thy Daughter 60 
 
 48. Die to thy root, fweet Flower ! 161 
 
 39. Eternal WORD ! GOD'S True and Only SON . 125 
 
 23. Faith is the dawning of a Day 73 
 
 15. FATHER, One in Gofpel-ftory 52 
 
 75. Firft and Laft of faith's receiving 49 
 
 71. Follow to Calvary 233 
 
 30. For forty years was Ifrael fed 100 
 
 87. For the Fount of Life eternal 289 
 
 78. Fount of all Mercies, lo ! I come 262 
 
 31. Give me Children, or elfe I die 101 
 
 27. Glad Zion's halls are founding 86 
 
 92. Go where your Matter's Glory 310 
 
 101. GOD hath fent a MAN before thee .... 338 
 
 38. GOD is a Sun and Shield 124 
 
 15. GOD, of Glory unabated 51 
 
 105. GOD, Who in Wifdom fweetly ordereth all . 350 
 
 78. Hark! yon white-robed Angel-choir . . . 261 
 
 132. Haft Thou been lured by Pleafures gay ? . . 419 
 
 60. He Who with His mighty Hand 203 
 
 125. Health of the helplefs 402 
 
 6. Heaven is no world of felf-fufficing Blifs . . 20 
 
 35. Here we have many fears 113 
 
 44. His Face is flufhed with Boyhood's glow . . 145 
 
 45. Ho ! Watchman, what of the night ? . . . 151 
 
of tlje jffrtt 3Lint&. 437 
 
 No. Page 
 
 75. How by mining Forms attended 248 
 
 25. How feebly we adore Thee now 80 
 
 I 43. How I tremble, filled with fear 140 
 
 63. How loved Thy Halls and Dwelling-place . 211 
 I 62. How pleafant are thy Paths, O Death ! . . . 209 
 
 33. How mall worthy praife and honour . . . 106 
 
 128. How ftrong are her foundations 410 
 
 100. I am fading from you 336 
 
 103. I heard the voice of Harpers 347 
 
 66. I know not what I could defire 218 
 
 124. I loved the beauty of the earth 396 
 
 133. I fa w amid the lurid (ky 420 
 
 107. I fee the Sun go down behind the wood . . 355 
 
 82. I flood in the made of a ftately Tree . . . 274 
 
 62. I wifh to have no wifhes left 207 
 
 30. In anxious hafte, at GOD'S Command . . . 100 
 
 8 1. In Blefling parted from the King .... 269 
 
 129. In carelefs childhood's funny hours .... 414 
 
 64. In dreams I flept where Ifrael wept of old . . 214 
 
 71. In His own Raiment clad 233 
 
 77. In My FATHER'S Houfe 254 
 
 99. In my lafl long (lumber lying 335 
 
 48. In Spring the green leaves moot 162 
 
 109. In the Abbot's oaken Chamber 360 
 
 2. In the Camp where flares the watch-fire * . 3 
 123. In the dim morn I wake ....... 394 
 
 129. In the filent midnight watches 412 
 
 17. In Wifdom, GOD the LORD 57 
 
 24. In Youth I died . 76 
 
 60. Into the fiery Furnace flung 204 
 
 41. Into Thy Hands, O LORD 133 
 
 40. Is there no Balm in Gilead ? 130 
 
 14. It is not true that unto us 48 
 
 in. Jerufalem! thou City towering high . ... 365 
 
 3. JESUS, Beautiful in Form 9 
 
 115. Kings, with triple Gifts provided .... 376 
 
 134. Like a pifture all Creation 422 
 
 39. Lo! He cometh, Meek and Lowly .... 128 
 
 15. Next in Revelation's fequel 50 
 
438 gintiej: of rtje f t'rd %int&. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 39. No work of Man was e'er complete before . . 126 i 
 
 9. Nothing now is left to do 31 
 
 92. Now CHRIST had climbed the ftarry fides . . 307 
 
 55. Now with vivid defire 186 
 
 57. O Blifs beyond telling 191 
 
 39. O Crofs of fhame ! our boaft and glory . . . 129 
 
 43. O how dreadful when that Word . . . . 141 
 
 36. O Human-kind, your voices raife 117 
 
 76. O LORD, my GOD, the way is rough and long 252 
 
 84. O Power irrefiftible 281 
 
 72. O ftay the obfequious fingers . . . . . . 239 
 
 52. O Thou, EMMANUEL 177 
 
 52. O Thou, the Central Orb of righteous Love . 176 
 
 52. O Thou, the Eflential WISDOM 173 
 
 52. O Thou, the King of Nations 177 
 
 52. O Thou, the Root of JefTe 174 
 
 52. O Thou That beareft David's wondrous Key . 175 
 
 ii. O Thou uncovered Corfe 36 
 
 52. O Thou, Who ever ruleft Ifrael's Race ... 174 
 
 124. Of old, O LORD, Thy Word was plight . . 398 
 
 118. Of the Higheft generated 382 
 
 28. Oh, for that day 88 
 
 71. Oh, I will follow Thee 236 
 
 119. Oh, no! we may not whifper now . . . 385 
 106. Oh ! fay not that we die 352 
 
 28. Oh! there were banners 91 
 
 71. On the Crofs lifted 234 
 
 97. On this feftal Day we fing 326 
 
 22. Once, amid the wondrous Story 70 
 
 72. Over each tower and minaret 237 
 
 no. One blefled noon in Autumn's fweeteft weather 362 
 
 91. Ready for battle's grim array 302 
 
 67. Region of Life and Light ,..... 223 
 
 131. Rife! Mother, rife ! ..418 
 
 92. Round roll the weeks 308 
 
 19. Samaria, proud and glorious 63 
 
 101. Shew me a Tree, my Gracious LORD . . . 339 
 
 108. Silence reigned at eventide ....... 357 
 
 88. Sifter, once more with fairy touch . 293 
 
 56. Silent we refted where a towering Crofs . . . 188 
 
of tfje firft Hinetf. 439 
 
 No. Page 
 
 80. Sin hardens, all the heart with ice encrufting . 267 
 
 129. Since o'er Thy Footftool here below . . . 416 
 
 8. So fpake the hoary Thyme 27 
 
 94. Springtide birds are finging 316 
 
 8 r. Stern Remembrancer of error 272 
 
 15. Stronghold fafe of Judah's Lion 52 
 
 90. Sun was mining bright. and fair 300 
 
 59. Sweet, thou art pale 199 
 
 59. Sweet, thou art young 199 
 
 76. Tell not abroad another's faults 251 
 
 99. Ten thoufand ftars were burning bright . . 333 
 
 54. The Chriftian muft on Holy-days .... 182 
 
 34. The Chriftmas Eve is waning 1 1 1 
 
 7. The evening fhadows thickly fall .... 23 
 
 86. The Graves grow thicker .. 287 
 
 129. The lilied fields behold ! 413 
 
 122. The Mufic of Heaven ........ 392 
 
 113. The fame : hear all that fpurn ! 368 
 
 38. The Stars are out in their eternal youth . . 124 
 
 30. The Tree of Life in Eden ftood 97 
 
 60. The tuneful found of mufic 202 
 
 99. The Univerfe is making 334 
 
 46. There is a fpot 152 
 
 45. There is light on Hebron now 148 
 
 45. There is light on Hebron's towers! . . . . 150 
 
 4. There is found of war in Judah n 
 
 14. There was filence in the Heavens 47 
 
 50. They bound him well in the dungeon cell . . 168 
 103. They trod not now the perilous ground . . 346 
 
 114. This Day which JESUS calls His Own . . . 371 
 86. Thou art gone Home ........ 286 
 
 59. Thou drinkeft deep 200 
 
 51. Thou from FATHER, SON, proceeding . . . 170 
 
 48. Thou gaveft me no Kifs 159 
 
 98. Thou fayeft to us, " Go ! " 329 
 
 5. Thou Spotlefs LAMB of GOD 15 
 
 126. Though for me the tongues of Angels . . . 406 
 
 93. Though thou art lowly now 312 
 
 68. Time hath no brighter jewel on his brow . . 224 
 
 73. Thrice blefled Land of Hevenly gladnefs , . 244 
 
 95. To cull the gems of fuch a theme . . . . 319 
 
440 3IU1W of tfje jFftft Hinegf. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 124. To die and be at reft 400 
 
 132. 'Twas night : o'er ftrewn with clouds . . . 419 
 
 32. 'Twas night ! ftill night ! 104 
 
 61. 'Twas on the Mount of Olives 205 
 
 30. Two Brothers each an Offering made ... 98 
 
 86. Two Days, by contraft linked together . . . 288 
 
 65. Two thoufand years have well nigh paffed . . 215 
 
 i. Upon the SAVIOUR'S Birthday bleft ... i 
 
 28. Wake, Deborah! wake 93 
 
 117. We came not in with broad full canvafs . . 380 
 
 60. We keep the Feaft of Pentecoft 201 
 
 136. We meet in joy, though we part in forrow . 427 
 107. We named our flower-crowned Veflel ' Home ' 357 
 
 120. What are thefe Sighs? 387 
 
 21. What earth appeared to Angel eyes .... 67 
 
 25. What! left my LORD the Realms of Light? . 81 
 38. What love I, when I love Thee? .... 123 
 
 26. What wouldft thou have, O Soul 83 
 
 129. When adverfe winds and waves arife . . . 414 
 
 30. When conquering Abram Salem fought . . 99 
 
 43. When I dwell on Death's dread day . . . 139 
 
 48. When I have faid my quiet fay * . . 162 
 
 43. When I fee with heartfelt pain 138 
 
 43. When I think what fhall befall 142 
 
 137. When nightly through the fky 430 
 
 29. When of His Grace the SON of GOD ... 95 
 83. When the LORD JESUS Crucified .... 276 
 
 103. Where is the Land he faw in glorious Vifion ? 344 
 
 12. Wherefore doth the circling Sun ? .... 38 
 
 135. Who cometh here from Edom's rocks . . . 424 
 
 128. Who is it clad in garments radiant white? . 411 
 
 73. Who neither loves, nor feeks for JESUS' Love . 242 
 
 53. Who would not burn with ftrong defire ? . . 178 
 
 121. Why lies the darknefs on the deep ? . . . . 389 
 37. Within a Garden's bound 119 
 
 1 1 6. Within the cool Quadrangle's welcome (hade . 378 
 
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 EXTRACTS FROM REVIEWS. 
 
 " This is a Manual which we owe to the tafte and refearch of 
 Mr. Orby Shipley. It confifts of Hymns, Poems, and Verfes, 
 Profes and Sequences, all connected with the great Chriftian 
 Myftery, and thefe are collected from all fources, ancient and 
 modern. Both as a book of devotion, and in a merely literary 
 point of view, this is a very important little work." The Cbriflian 
 Remembrancer. 
 
 " The firft edition of Lyra Eucharljlica was a fuccefs as great as 
 it was deferved. The fecond edition is in every refpedt as admir- 
 able, while it contains no fewer than 130 additional hymns upon 
 the Holy Communion. Some ninety of thefe additional hymns 
 are either new or new tranflations, and they are one and all worthy 
 of having been incorporated in this volume. But as we noticed 
 the firft edition at fufficient length we need hardly do anything 
 now but congratulate the editor on his well-earned fuccefs and 
 commend his work without referve to our readers." The Morning 
 Herald, 
 
 " This Volume is a real gain to Englifli Literature. . . . Befides 
 collecting together [the Tranflations of feveral Authors] and others 
 which are lefs well known, Mr. Shipley has been able, by the help 
 of friends, to add both original Hymns and new Tranflations to a 
 very confiderable extent. Here then we have a volume, which 
 will fupply food to the devout mind, in connection with the great 
 Act of Chriftian Worfhip, fuch as certainly did not exift before } 
 and to many minds, we apprehend, there will be found to be more 
 of edification in thefe Hymns, than in Treatifes of a directly 
 doctrinal or didactic nature." The Ecc/ejiaftic. 
 
 " The Collection before us is one of the moft valuable, perhaps, 
 which is extant in our language. [The Euchariftic] is a depart- 
 ment of Hymnology which hitherto has been only too much neg- 
 lected in the Englifh Church. . . . This great defect, then, is here, 
 in fome meafure, fupplied moft ably fupplied as far as it goes 
 though, of courfe, it could only, within the necefiary limits of fuch 
 
44 2 Extracts from Reviews. 
 
 a Collection, be a gleaning from the vaft ftores which are available 
 
 to the Church A fecond edition has fince appeared in the 
 
 fame familiar and attractive typography and binding, and enriched 
 by the addition of 120 new and for the moft part hitherto unpub- 
 lifhed poems, which now form the concluding or Miscellaneous 
 Seclion of the work. If any of our readers have not yet made 
 themfelves acquainted with its contents, we can affure them that 
 they have a great pleafure ftill in ftore." The Church Review. 
 
 " The Volume before us is the laft addition to the number [of 
 Books on Hymnology]. But it will be obferved, as its title indi- 
 cates, that the Hymns contained in this Work are all devoted to 
 one fubject. Some idea of the labour incurred by the Editor may 
 be gathered from the fact, that the Book contains [304] Hymns 
 devoted to the Holy Communion. Thefe have been felected from 
 every available Source, many of them being Tranflations from 
 Mediaeval Hymns, while others are original compofitions. There 
 are copious Indices, and an explanatory Preface which is not the 
 leaft interefting part of the work. It would be abfurd to fay a word 
 of praife in favour of the Hymns themfelves : we cannot gild re- 
 fined gold." The Church Times. 
 
 " The prefent beautiful Volume will probably be the moft popu- 
 lar of the many Collections and Tranflations relating to the Holy 
 Communion edited by Mr. Shipley. Thofe who pofTefs his Divine 
 Liturgy, will have learnt to appreciate fome of the fpecial beauties 
 of Euchariftic Hymns, as aids to devotion, from the choice fpeci- 
 mens, chiefly ancient and mediaeval, collected in that Publication. 
 The comparatively few there given have gradually expanded in the 
 Editor's hands into the prefent Volume.*' John Bull. 
 
 " Works like the Lyra Euchariftica are in two ways ufeful. In 
 this Volume are brought together a great number of beautiful 
 Hymns, original and translated, which for private ufe will doubtlefs 
 be grateful to many. But it is alfo a valuable contribution towards 
 the Hymnal of the future. Euchariftic Hymns are needed : here 
 we have [304], fome of which are of a very high order. Mr. 
 Shipley has gathered in his ftores from every fide : but we conceive 
 the moft valuable part of the Volume to be the tranflations of 
 Ancient Hymns. It muft be a fubject of congratulation to the 
 Author to have fecured for his collection in fo fhort a time the 
 demand for a fecond edition. The choice of hymns neither goes 
 beyond nor falls fhort of the teaching of the Church of England." 
 The Prefs. 
 
 u Lyra Euchariftica has a long and learned preface concerning 
 Hymns and Hymnology, taking note of the chief Collections, an- 
 
Extratts from Reviews. 443 
 
 cient and modern, in various languages All [the Contribu- 
 tions] are worthy to be preferved, and the Volume is a proof that 
 the higheft and moft pafiionate human feeling does not necefiarily 
 exprefs itfelf in the worft poetry. . . . This Lyra is another con- 
 tribution to the yearly increafing number of good Sacred Poems. 
 In outward fliow [it is a] model of ecclefiaftical elegance. The 
 ibber, imitation-antique ftyle of ' get up* is one of the pleafanteft 
 affectations of the day, to eyes wearied with the * innumerable 
 cheap ftains and fplendid dyes,' in which the modern book-cover 
 makers delight." The Globe. 
 
 " There is nothing more remarkable than the wonderful advance 
 which has been recently made in the Anglican Communion with 
 regard to a true belief in the Real Prefence . . . Evidences of this 
 are not wanting on all hands. One fuch is the publication of a 
 very handfome Volume of Hymns and Verfes, called Lyra Eucha- 
 rijiica, edited by Mr. Orby Shipley. The Book reflects great credit 
 on the Compiler, who has been afiifted by many known writers, 
 and is exceedingly well arranged and printed .... Many of the 
 Poems are original, and of fingular ability and intereft." The 
 Union Review. 
 
 '* That this work has fo foon reached a fecond edition is no mean 
 proof of its excellence, and the need that there was for its compila- 
 tion. Mr. Shipley has confiderably enlarged it, taking efpecial 
 care that the additions harmonize with the reft, and thus juftifying 
 us in again faying that for reverence in tone and beauty of exprefiion 
 the Volume is indeed worthy of the great myftery that forms its 
 theme." Gentleman's Magazine. 
 
 " We are glad to fee a fecond edition of this beautiful Volume, 
 beautiful in its external features, but ftill more fo in its contents. 
 It is a pleafant fign of the times that fo large a Collection of pieces, 
 many quite out of the rut of ordinary facramental poems, fliould 
 find fo large a circle of readers. We are glad of this alfo for the 
 fake of the Compiler, whofe indefatigable labours in the field of 
 devotional literature deferve to be rewarded. This edition is much 
 enlarged with original and feledled pieces." Clerical Journal* 
 
 " We are glad to fee that this Collection of Hymns and Verfes 
 has attained to the honour of a Second Edition. This fact muft be 
 gratifying to Mr. Shipley, and a fignificant teftimony to the worth 
 of his judgment .... From the large quantity of matter which 
 was no doubt placed at Mr. Shipley's difpofal, he has made an 
 excellent feleclion, and produced as delightful a book for devo- 
 tional purpofes as the moft cultivated reader could defire." Public 
 Opinion. 
 
444 Extrafts from Reviews. 
 
 " Lyra Euchariflica and the Divine Liturgy, both of them com- 
 pilations by the Rev. Orby Shipley, are got up with great typogra- 
 phical luxe, and are edited with Mr. Shipley's ufual care." The 
 Ecclefiologijl. 
 
 " The peculiar ftamp and beauty of the binding of this Hymnal 
 [Lyra Euckariflica\ which has been evidently defigned with moft 
 exquifite tafte, in accordance with the ftricteft rules of mediaeval art, 
 is the firft circumftance which ftrikes the Reader on taking it into 
 his hands. Opening the Volume, everything is in character with 
 the exterior mediaeval title-page mediaeval defigns, vignettes, 
 and illuftrations mediaeval printing and the Hymns themfelves 
 abundantly mediaeval and antique." The London Review. 
 
 Lately publijbed, uniform ivitb " Lyra Eucbari/lica," price js. 6d. t 
 antique, cloth. 
 
 Upra s^efftanica : 
 
 HYMNS AND VERSES ON THE LIFE OF CHRIST. 
 
 EXTRACTS FROM REVIEWS. 
 
 " The Lyra MeJJiamca of Mr. Shipley is tuned on the principle 
 that, in the happily revived tafte for Hymns and facred Verfe, it is 
 at once more loyal and more politic in Churchmen to feek to fatisfy 
 fuch literary craving from the well-nigh exhauftlefsftores of ancient 
 Hymns which are in exiftence. Lyra Eucharifiica was Mr. Ship- 
 ley's firft experiment in this direction. It met with fome fuccefsj 
 but if we are not much miftaken, the fecond attempt will be 
 crowned with far more fatisfaclory refults. He now addrefles him- 
 felf much more directly to the general heart of Chriftendom .... 
 The Poems follow one another, each marked only by its own 
 heading, like fo many variations of a fmgle air. It is delightful 
 to let our thoughts follow the ftream of fong as it floats on in 
 gently varied melody; it is both delightful and furprifing to find 
 on examination from how many different inftruments this tide of 
 fong proceeds." The Guardian. 
 
Extrafts from Reviews. 445 
 
 "The feledtion of Sacred Poetry is decidedly the beft of the kind, 
 and forms a fuitable companion to the Lyra Eucharijlica^ which we 
 have before noticed briefly. There is, however, this difference : 
 one volume is of neceffity more entirely devotional, intended to 
 fupply meditation to the devout mind on the great Act of Chriftian 
 Worfliip; whereas the Lyra MeJJianica, following the chief events 
 in the Life of our LORD on earth, is more diftindtive and dogmatic 
 
 in its tone In conclufion, we heartily thank Mr. Shipley for 
 
 this valuable addition to Catholic Poetry. It is a real boon to the 
 Church : and it will, we are fure, be appreciated, as it defeives, by 
 all who have her welfare at heart." The Ecclejiaftic. 
 
 " It is impoffible, in a brief notice, to give any adequate idea of 
 the complete and fatisfactory manner in which almoft every detail 
 and afpect of Chriftian doctrine has been illuftrated or expanded by 
 the varied contributions here gathered together j but we may be 
 confident in our judgment, affirming that this volume is in every 
 refpect a worthy companion to the Lyra Euchariftica, and will be- 
 come permanently popular." The Union Review. 
 
 " Mr. Orby Shipley's Lyra MeJJlanica is not only a beautifully 
 printed book, but it contains fome poems chiefly translations from 
 mediseval fources which are not to be found elfe where. It claims 
 companionfhip to another interefting Volume, Lyra Eucharifiica, 
 collected by the pious diligence of the fame Editor." The Cbrijlian 
 Remembrancer. 
 
 " We have here another beautiful Volume of facred Poetry, put 
 forth, under the fame able editorfhip, with the fame tafteful and 
 attractive embellifhments of type and binding, by the fame eminent 
 publifhers, as the Lyra Euchariftica, which we commended to our 
 readers' favourable notice a year ago. The plan of the prefent com- 
 pilation, if lefs unique and fpecific in its character, admits of a lefs 
 limited range of choice and a more diverfified intereft in the variety 
 of its fubjeas." John Bull. 
 
 " We cannot fay that, upon the whole, we like Lyra MeJ/iamca 
 fo well as we did Lyra Eucharijlica ; and yet we are at a lois for a 
 
 juftification for this opinion However, we can eafily under- 
 
 ftand that there are many for whom Lyra Mejjianica will have 
 greater charms than its elder fifter. De guftibus and it is a fmall 
 difference after all. The fame principle, as Mr. Shipley tells us, 
 
 underlies both collections If the criticifm which we ought to 
 
 have put into words has not been infmuated by thefe fpecimens we 
 are at fault. Our chief difficulty in quoting thefe famples has been 
 not the finding them, but the rejecting others almoft, if not quite, 
 as good in every refpect." The Church Times. 
 
446 Extra fts from Reviews. 
 
 " This handfomely-got-up Volume confifts of Englifh and Foreign 
 Hymns. The latter are from Greek, Latin, and mediaeval fources. 
 Swedifh, Spanifh, Italian, and German authors have alfb been tranf- 
 lated ; and, of the purely Englifh Hymns, ninety are original. The 
 Collection is a very complete one, and will make an admirable 
 companion to a fimilar compilation by the fame induftrious Editor, 
 which he calls Lyra Euchariftica." The Reader. 
 
 " We are glad to obferve that the prefent work, from the care 
 difplayed in its compilation, will be likely to fecure a large fhare of 
 public attention. . . . We have looked carefully through the book, 
 and find in it much to admire. There is a relief in turning from 
 fecular poetry to really good poetry fetting forth the goodnefs and 
 majefty of the Creator. Mr. Shipley has exhibited much tafte in 
 his editorial duties, and has prefented us with a Volume full of 
 beautiful and fublime lays, that will be read with pleafure and 
 profit." Public Opinion. 
 
 " This is the companion Volume to the Lyra Euchariftica, no- 
 ticed by us fome time fmce, its companion not merely in outward 
 appearance, but in that reverence of tone and beauty of exprefiion 
 which we then earneftly commended. If we knew of terms that 
 would more adequately convey our fenfe of the value of the work 
 before us, we would employ them. Like its precurfor, it is in- 
 tended for devotional reading at home, and not for public ufe in 
 the Church." The Gentleman's Magazine. 
 
 " This Volume looks at once elegant and ecclefiaftical. It is a 
 fort of fequel to the Lyra Euchariflica^ and is collected by the fame 
 Editor. The Hymns in the prefent collection chiefly concern the 
 Life of CHRIST, and are ancient and modern, Englifh and tranflated. 
 Very few Hymns belong to a high clafs of poetry j in thefe, as in 
 other religious matters, it is thought wrong to apply the fevere rules 
 of criticifm which are enforced in ordinary mundane literature and 
 art. Mr. Shipley has inferted fome fine compofitions, real facred 
 fongs in this volume," The Globe. 
 
 " We are indebted for this admirable collection of Hymns and 
 Verfes on the Life of our BlefTed LORD to the fuccefs which has been 
 fo well achieved for a kindred collection, entitled Lyra Euchariftica. 
 The former Volume, in fact, has not only led to this, but it muft 
 have prepared for an appreciation of it. There is here a good de- 
 velopment of much which was there fuggefted." The Church 
 Review. 
 
 " Mr. Shipley's two handfome volumes [Lyra Meffianica and 
 Lyra Euchariftica] are mofl valuable contributions to the everyday 
 literature of the Church. Neither trouble nor expenfe appear to 
 have been fpared in their compilation, and the refult is well worthy 
 of the pains beftowed." The Church and State Review. 
 
Extrafls from Reviews. 447 
 
 " Mr. Shipley has done good fervice to the Church by editing 
 
 this Volume. It is a compilation from various fources, Englifh and 
 
 j Foreign, of Hymns and Verfes on the Life of our BlefTed SAVIOUR. 
 
 [ The Book is divided into fections correfponding with the great 
 
 > Seafons of the Chriftian Year. Every one feems to have willingly 
 
 f allowed Mr. Shipley to ufe their original Verfes or tranflations of 
 
 old Hymns, and the coniequence is that we pofiefs in this Book a 
 
 perfect treafure-houfe of ' Hymns and Spiritual Songs ' on the Life 
 
 of CHRIST. As regards typography and * get up ' the volume is 
 
 fumptuous, though perhaps a trifle too mediaeval for fome taftes. 
 
 ! However, it is on the whole a very pleafing volume, and is enriched 
 by an interefting Preface from Mr. Shipley's pen. It muft have 
 been the refult of much practical labour and refearch on the part of 
 the Compiler." The Churchman. 
 
 " Lyra MeJJianica feems to us the moft beautiful collection of 
 Poems which Mr. Orby Shipley has brought together." The 
 I Monthly Packet. 
 
 " The reverend Author of the Lyra MeJJianlca is already favour- 
 ably known as a hymn collector by his previoufly-publiihed volume, 
 Lyra Eucbariftica* He has gone to the fource of the fountain for 
 i his infpiration, and dug into the mine whence the true metal is to 
 
 I be extracted The Hymns are moftly of an objective character, 
 
 and group themfelves around the various events in the Life and 
 Hiftory of our Bletfed LORD, accompanying Him through the fuc- 
 cefiive ftages of His humiliation to the record of His glory as an 
 Afcended Man, c exalted with great triumph into His kingdom in 
 Heaven.' The Author has furnifhed a rich fource of enjoyment to 
 that now happily numerous clafs of readers who find pleafure in 
 thefe elevating and cheering poetical illuftrations." The Prefs. 
 
 " This volume, like its predecefibr, Lyra Euchariftica, published 
 under the fame editorship, confifts for the moft part of a tranflation 
 
 { of ancient and mediaeval Hymns of the Church It cannot be 
 
 queftioned that Mr. Shipley's volume contains much of antiquarian 
 
 \ intereft, poetic beauty, and religious exprefiion." The London 
 Review. 
 
 " Mr. Shipley's Collection is full of fine pieces, but its very 
 principle is to give us poetry that does not exprefs our mode of faith 
 now, fo much as the * definite and dogmatic truth,' and the mode 
 of tranflation is often needleflly ftiff. It is a fine collection of old 
 Hymns, which by their rendering into Englifh, generally increafe, 
 i inftead of diminishing the diftance between ourfelves and them." 
 
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