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Nor can ye not delight to think
Where He vouchsaf'd to eat,
From touch of sinner's meat ;
Went with him through the rich man's door, That we might learn of Him lost souls to love, And view his least and worst with hope to meet above.
These gracious lines shed Gospel light
On Mammon's gloomiest cells,
The tide of sun-rise swells,
Are mantled with a golden cloud, And to wise hearts this certain hope is given ; “ No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of
And oh! if even on Babel shine
Such gleams of Paradise,
e St. Matthew ix. 10.
To look on clearer Heavens, and scan
The work of God untouch'd by man?
ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS.
Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation ? Heb. i. 14.
YE stars that round the Sun of righteousness
In glorious order roll,
God for each rescued soul,
think of us to-day, Faint warblers of this earth, that would combine Our trembling notes with your accepted lay.
Your amarant wreaths were earn'd; and homeward all,
Flush'd with victorious might,
Ye might have sped to keep high festival,
And revel in the light ;
Tired ere the fight begun,
Remembering Bethlehem, and that glorious night When ye,
who used to soar Diverse along all space in fiery flight,
Came thronging to adore
As if the stars should leave
Nor less your lay of triumph greeted fair
Our Champion and your King,
Sunk down on scathed wing:
But when his toils were o'er,
Ye too, when lowest in th' abyss of woe
He plung’d to save his sheep,
The secrets of that deep :
His agonizing call
Oh! highest favour'd of all Spirits create,
(If right of thee we deem)
To meet th' unclouded beam
How swell'd thine anthem's sound, With fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising, “ Your God is risen, and may not here be found.”
Pass a few days, and this dull darkling globe
Must yield him from her sight ;-
And He is lost in light.
Ye in innumerous choir
Pour'd, heralding Messiah's conquering march,
With us they staid, high warning to impart ;
66 The Christ shall come again “Even as He goes ; with the same human heart,
“ With the same godlike train.”“ Oh ! jealous God ! how could a sinner dare
Think on that dreadful day, But that with all thy wounds Thou wilt be there, And all our angel friends to bring Thee on thy way ?
Since to thy little ones is given such grace,
That they who nearest stand
Go forth at his command,
As erst upon our King,
Grant, Lord, that when around th' expiring world
Our Seraph guardians wait,
She owns thee, all too late,