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He sees them all ; and earth's dull bounds
Are melting fast away.
He sees them all-no other view
Man's sullen heart and gross“ Jesu, do Thou my soul receive : “ Jesu, do Thou my foes forgive :" He who would learn that prayer, must live
Under the holy Cross.
He, though he seem on earth to move,
Must draw his purer breath ;
The lines of Jesus' death.
m And all that were in the council, looking stedfastly on him, saw his face as it had been the face of an angel. Acts vi. 15.
: ST. JOHN'S DAY.
Peter seeing hiin, saith to Jesus, Lord, and what shall this man do? Jesus saith unto him, If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee? follow thou me. St. John xxi. 21, 22.
“ LORD, and what shall this man do?"
Ask'st thou, Christian, for thy friend ?
Christ hath told thee of his end :
Ask not of him more than this,
Leave it in his Saviour's breast, Whether, early call’d to bliss,
He in youth shall find his rest, Or armed in his station wait * Till his Lord be at the gate :
Whether in his lonely course
(Lonely, not forlorn) he stay, Or with Love's supporting force
Cheat the toil and cheer the
way : Leave it all in His high hand, Who doth hearts as streams command".
Gales from heaven, if so He will,
Sweeter melodies can wake On the lonely mountain rill
Than the meeting waters make. Who hath the Father and the Son, May be left, but not alone.
Sick or healthful, slave or free,
Wealthy, or despis’d and poorWhat is that to him or thee,
So his love to Christ endure ? When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billows past ?
Only, since our souls will shrink
At the touch of natural grief, When our earthly lov'd ones sink,
The king's heart is in the hand of the Lord as the rivers of water : he turneth it whithersoever he will. Proverbs xxi. 1.
Lend us, Lord, thy sure relief; Patient hearts, their pain to see, And thy grace, to follow Thee.
THE HOLY INNOCENTS.
These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb. Revelations xiv. 4.
SAY, ye celestial guards, who wait
Say, who are these on golden wings,
Their palms and garlands telling plain
Next to yourselves ordain'd to praise
But where their spoils and trophies ? where The glorious dint a martyr's shield should bear ? How chance no cheek
them wears The deep-worn trace of penitential tears,
But all is bright and smiling love,
They had flown here, their King to see,
Ask, and some angel will reply, “ These, like yourselves, were born to sin and die,
“ But ere the poison root was grown, - God set his seal, and mark'd them for his own.
Baptiz’d in blood for Jesus' sake, “ Now underneath the cross their bed they make,
“ Not to be scar'd from that sure rest By frighten'd mother's shriek, or warrior's waving
Mindful of these, the first-fruits sweet
Bless'd Jesus ever lov'd to trace
He rais'd them in his holy arms,
Heirs though they were of sin and shame, He bless'd them in his own and in his Father's name.