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The Moon above, the Church below,
A wondrous race they run,
Each borrows of its Sun.
The Saviour lends the light and heat
That crowns his holy hill;
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;
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
h Hebrews xii. 29.
i St. John iii. 8.
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,
'Twas but one little drop of sin
We saw this morning enter in,
See here the fruit of wandering eyes,
Of worldly longings to be wise, .
Ye lawless glances, freely rove;
Ruin below and wrath above
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
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
Thou cam'st to save the world forlorn.
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.