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FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER
Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save, neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: but your iniquities have separated between you and your God. Isaiah lix. 1, 2.
"Saviour and God, arise,
may thine ear, that sealed seems,
"In pity mark our mournful themes!"
Thus in her lonely hour
Thy Church is fain to cry,
As if thy love and power
Were vanish'd from her sky;
Yet God is there, and at his side
Ah! 'tis the world enthralls
The heaven-betrothed breast:
The traitor Sense recalls
The soaring soul from rest. That bitter sigh was all for earth, For glories gone, and vanish'd mirth.
Age would to youth return,
Farther from heaven would be,
To feel the wildfire burn,
On idolizing knee
Again to fall, and rob thy shrine
Of hearts, the right of love divine.
Lord of this erring flock!
Thou whose soft showers distil
On ocean waste or rock,
Free as on Hermon hill,
Do Thou our craven spirits cheer,
'Twas silent all and dead"
Beside the barren sea,
b See Acts viii. 26-40.
Where Philip's steps were led,
Led by a voice from Thee
He rose and went, nor ask'd Thee why,
Nor stayed to heave one faithless sigh;
Upon his lonely way
The high-born traveller came,
Of" One who bore our shame,
To muse what Heaven might mean
That on him watchful gaz'd.
No Hermit e'er so welcome cross'd.
A child's lone path in woodland lost.
Now wonder turns to love;
The scrolls of sacred lore
No darksome mazes prove;
c Isaiah liii. 6-8.
They bathe where holy waters flow,
Then on their way rejoicing go.
They part to meet in heaven;
But of the joy they share, Absolving and forgiven,
The sweet remembrance bear.
Yes-mark him well, ye cold and proud,
Starting and turning pale
At Rumour's angry din
No storm can now assail
The charm he wears within,
Rejoicing still, and doing good,
And with the thought of God imbu'd.
No glare of high estate,
No gloom of woe or want,
The radiance can abate
Where Heaven delights to haunt.
Sin only hides the genial ray,
And, round the Cross, makes night of day.
Then weep it from thy heart;
So may'st thou duly learn
The intercessor's part,
Thy prayers and tears may earn
Ere they have died th' Apostate's death.
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER
Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be but we know, that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is. 1 St. John iii. 2, 3.
THERE are, who darkling and alone,
"And if our fate be death, give light and let us die"."
d Ἐν δὲ φάει καὶ ὀλέσσον.