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The Moon above, the Church below,

A wondrous race they run,
But all their radiance, all their glow,

Each borrows of its Sun.

The Saviour lends the light and heat

That crowns his holy hill;
The saints, like stars, around his seat,

Perform their courses stille.

The saints above are stars in Heaven

What are the saints on earth ? Like trees they stand whom God has given',

Our Eden's happy birth.

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 graces,

It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favour'd place

By richest fruits is known.

e Dan. xii. 3.

f Isaiah ix. 21.

& Psalm lxviii. 9.

One Name above all glorious names

With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims,

Echoing angelic songs.

The raging Fire", the roaring Wind,

Thy boundless power display : But in the gentler breeze we find

Thy Spirit's viewless way.

Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin

Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within,

Plain as the sea and sky.

Thou, who hast given me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee

every

where.

h Hebrews xii. 29.

i St. John iii. 8.

SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY.

So he drove out the man, and placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims and a flaming sword, which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. Gen. iii. 24. Compare c. vi.

FOE of mankind ! too bold thy race :

Thou runn'st at such a reckless pace,
Thine own dire work thou surely wilt confound:

'Twas but one little drop of sin

We saw this morning enter in,
And lo! at eventide the world is drown'd.

See here the fruit of wandering eyes,

Of worldly longings to be wise, .
Of Passion dwelling on forbidden sweets:

Ye lawless glances, freely rove;

Ruin below and wrath above
Are all that now the wildering fancy meets.

Lord, when in some deep garden glade,

Of Thee and of myself afraid, From thoughts like these among the bowers I hide,

Nearest and loudest then of all

I seem to hear the Judge's call :“ Where art thou, fallen man? come forth, and be

66 thou tried.”

Trembling before Thee as I stand,

Where'er I gaze on either hand
The sentence is gone forth, the ground is curs’d:

Yet mingled with the penal shower

Some drops of balm in every bower Steal down like April dews, that softest fall and first.

If filial and maternal lovek

Memorial of our guilt must prove, If sinful babes in sorrow must be born,

Yet, to assuage her sharpest throes,

The faithful mother surely knows, This the

way

Thou cam'st to save the world forlorn.

was

k In sorrow shalt thou bring forth children.

If blessed wedlock may not bless!

Without some tinge of bitterness To dash her cup of joy, since Eden lost,

Chaining to earth with strong desire

Hearts that would highest else aspire, And o'er the tenderer sex usurping ever most;

Yet by the light of Christian lore

'Tis blind Idolatry no more, But a sweet help and pattern of true love,

Shewing how best the soul may cling

To her immortal Spouse and King, How He should rule, and she with full desire approve.

.

If niggard Earth her treasures hide",

To all but labouring hands denied, Lavish of thorns and worthless weeds alone,

The doom is half in mercy given

To train us in our way to Heaven, And shew our lagging souls how glory must be won.

1 Thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. m Cursed is the ground for thy sake.

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