37 40 43 47 . 53 56 . 60. Tenth Sunday after Trinity. Christ weeping 61. Eleventh Sunday after Trinity. Gehazi re. 62. Twelfth Sunday after Trinity. The Deaf and 63. Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. Moses on 64. Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Ten 65. Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Flowers 66. Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity. Hope is bet- 67. Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. Ezekiel's 68. Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Church 69. Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Shadrach, 70. Twentieth Sunday after Trinity. Mountain 71. Twenty - first Sunday after Trinity. The . 62 66 71 75 78 82. 73. Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity, Forest 74. Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. Imper- 75. Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. The Two 76. Last Sunday after Trinity. Self-examination 80. Purification of St. Mary the Virgin. 82. Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. 84. St. Philip and St. James's Day. 89. St. Bartholomew the Apostle. 91. St. Michael and all Angels. 129 132 136 140 144 147 152 156 161 166 169 LI. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. So Joshua smote all the country, and all their kings; he left none remaining. Joshua x, 40. WHERE is the land with milk and honey Aowing, The promise of our God, our fancy's theme? Like oaks and cedars all around The giant corses strew the ground, These are not scenes for pastoral dance at even, For moonlight rovings in the fragrant glades, And all the listless joy of summer shades. We in the midst of ruins live, Which every hour dread warning give, Nor may our household vine or figtree hide The broken arches of old Canaan's pride. Where is the sweet repose of hearts repenting, The deep calm sky, the sunshine of the soul, Now heaven and earth are to our bliss consenting, And all the Godhead joins to make us whole? The triple crown of mercy now Is ready for the suppliant's brow, By the Almighty Three for ever plann'd, And from behind the cloud held out by Jesus' hand. “Now, Christians, hold your own—the land before ye “ Is open-win your way, and take your rest.” So sounds our war-note; but our path of glory By many a cloud is darken'd and unblest : And daily as we downward glide, Life's ebbing stream on either side Shews at each turn some mouldering hope or joy, The Man seems following still the funeral of the Boy. Open our eyes, thou Sun of life and gladness, That we may see that glorious world of thine ! |