So doubting, rather let me die, Than close with aught beside, to last eternally. What is the heaven we idly dream? A soul that once had tasted of immortal Truth. What is the Heaven our GOD bestows? No Prophet yet, no Angel knows; To th' unapproached LORD, once made for them so low. Unseen, unfelt their earthly growth, They live and die: their names decay, But they shall flourish from the tomb, The breath of GoD shall wake them into od'rous bloom. Then on th' incarnate SAVIOUR's breast, More deeply with his precious blood. Daily to lose themselves in hope to find their God. SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. The invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made. Romans i. 20. THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, The works of God above, below, The glorious sky embracing all Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompass'd, great and small The Moon above, the Church below, But all their radiance, all their glow, The Saviour lends the light and heat The saints, like stars, around his seat, The saints above are stars in Heaven- Like trees they stand whom God has given, Faith is their fix'd unswerving root, Hope their unfading flower, Fair deeds of charity their fruit, The glory of their bower. The dew of Heaven is like thy grace, But where it lights, the favour'd place By richest fruits is known. • Daniel xii. 3. Isaiah Ix. 21. Psalm lxviii. 9. One Name above all glorious names The raging Fireh, the roaring Wind, Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin The mystic heaven and earth within, Thou, who hast given me eyes to see Give me a heart to find out Thee, b Hebrews xii. 29. St. John iii. 8 |