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Canaan was theirs, and in it all
The proudest hope of kings dare claim ;
Fire from Jehovah came.
Yet monarchs walk'd as pilgrims still
In their own land, earth's pride and grace;
And seers would mourn on Sion's hill
Their Lord's averted face.
Vainly they tried the deeps to sound
But He their aching gaze repress'd
Which sought behind the veil to see,
For not without us fully bless'd"
The rays of the Almighty's face
No sinner's eye might then receive;
n Hebrews xi. 40. That they without us should not be made perfect.
Only the meekest man found grace
To sec his skirts and live.
But we as in a glass espy
The glory of His countenance, Not in a whirlwind hurrying by The too presumptuous glance,
But with mild radiance every hour,
Sprinkled with His atoning blood
Bless'd eyes, which see the things we see! yet this tree of life hath prov'd
To many a soul a poison tree,
Beheld, and not belov'd.
• Exod. xxxiii. 20-23.
So like an angel's is our bliss
(Oh! thought to comfort and appall) It needs must bring, if us❜d amiss,
An angel's hopeless fall.
FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine? There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger. St. Luke xvii. 17, 18.
TEN cleans'd, and only one remain !
Who would have thought our nature's strain
Even He who reads the heart,
Knows what He gave and what we lost,
By a short pang of wonder cross'd
Yet 'twas not wonder, but His love
That heaven-ward seem so free to move
When earth can yield no more:
Then from afar on God we cry;
But should the mist of woe roll by,?
Not showers across an April sky
Faster than those false drops and few
Pour'd idly over some dark page
The record of to-day engage,
A woe for future
Spirits, that wound the sick man's bed Watch'd, noting down each prayer he made, Were your unerring roll display'd,
His pride of health to' abase; Or, when soft showers in season fall Answering a famish'd nation's call, Should unseen fingers on the wall
Our vows forgotten trace;
How should we gaze in trance of fear !
Than by Thy placid voice and brow,
Before thee, heart and knee; "Oh! thou, who only would'st be blest, "On thee alone my blessing rest!
"Rise, go thy way in peace, possess'd
"For evermore of me."