« PreviousContinue »
There's not a star the heaven can shew,
The curse of lawless hearts, the joy of self-control.
Then rouse thee from desponding sleep,
Nor by the wayside lingering weep,
Nor fear to seek Him farther in the wild,
Whose love can turn earth's worst and least
Into a conqueror's royal feast :
Thou wilt not be untrue, thou shalt not be beguil❜d.
EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
It is the man of God, who was disobedient to the word of the Lord. 1 Kings xiii. 26.
PROPHET of God, arise and take
With thee the words of wrath divine,
Where angels down the lucid stair
The heathen's wizard fires.
Go, with thy voice the altar rend,
That idols would befriend,
Shrunk at thy withering charm.
Then turn thee, for thy time is short,
Thy heedless soul astray.
Thou know'st how hard to hurry by,
Where maidens to the Queen of Heaven
Or thee perchance a darker spell
Enthralls the smooth stones of the flood",
By mountain grot or fell,
Pollute with infant's blood;
The giant altar on the rock,
The cavern whence the timbrel's call
h Isaiah lvii. 6. Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion, they, they are thy lot.
Affrights the wandering flock :-
Trust not the dangerous path again—
O lov'd and warn'd in vain !
Thy message given, thine home in sight, To the forbidden feast return?
Yield to the false delight
Thy better soul could spurn?
Alas, my brother! round thy tomb
We read the Pastor's doom
Who speaks and will not hear.
The grey-hair'd saint may fail at last,
To the bright shore of love.
NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire, a still small voice. I Kings xix. 12.
IN troublous days of anguish and rebuke,
While underneath each awful arch of green,
'Tis well, true hearts should for a time retire To holy ground, in quiet to aspire
Towards promis'd regions of serener grace;
On Horeb, with Elijah, let us lie,
Where all around on mountain, sand, and sky,
God's chariot-wheels have left distinctest trace: