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Though stain'd with Christian gore ;The blood of souls by Thee redeemd, But, while I rov'd or idly dream'd,
Lost to be found no more.
For oft, when summer leaves were bright,
In sunshine moments past,
lot had cast.
I thought it scorn with Thee to dwell,
While, gaily sweeping by,
In the world's wondering eye.
I would have join'd him-but as oft
My better soul confess’d.
My servant, let the world alone“ Safe on the steps of Jesus' throne
“ Be tranquil and be blest.
“ Seems it to thee a niggard hand " That nearest Heaven has bade thee stand,
« The ark to touch and bear, “ With incense of pure heart's desire “ To heap the censer's sacred fire,
66 The snow-white Ephod wear ?"
Why should we crave the worldling's wreath, On whom the Saviour deign’d to breathe,
To whom his keys were given, 1 Who lead the choir where angels meet, With angels' food our brethren greet,
And pour the drink of Heaven?
When sorrow all our heart would ask,
And hide ourselves for calm ;
Our common air is balm.
Around each pure domestic shrine
Our hearths are altars ail;
Our unseen foes appal.
Alms all around and hymns within-
Where guards like these abound ?
Ere lost in Folly's round.
Ø joys, that sweetest in decay,
But with the silent breath
Are wafted high in death!
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
He hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the knowledge of the Most High; which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling into a trance, but having his eyes open : I shall see him, but not now : I shall behold him, but not nigh : there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall arise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth. Numbers xxiv. 16, 17.
O FOR a sculptor's hand,
That thou might'st take thy stand,
Thy tranc'd yet open gaze
Fix'd on the desert haze, As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees.
In outline dim and vast
Their fearful shadows cast
To ruin: one by one
They tower and they are gone, Yet in the Prophet's soul the dreams of avarice stay.
No sun or star so bright
In all the world of light That they should draw to heaven his downward eye:
He hears th’ Almighty's word,
He sees the angel's sword,
Lo from yon argent field,
To him and us reveal'd,
Chain'd as they are below
Our eyes may see it glow, And as it mounts again, may track its brightness well.
To him it glar'd afar,
A token of wild war,
But close to us it gleams,
Its soothing lustre streams Around our home's green walls, and on our church
We in the tents abide