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“ He wept by Lazarus' grave-how will He bear “ This bed of anguish ? and his pale weak form
“ Is worn with many a watch
“ His sweat last night was as great drops of blood, “ And the sad burthen press’d him so to earth,
“ The very torturers paus’d
“ Fill high the bowl, benumb His aching sense “ With medicin’d sleep.”—0 awful in thy woe!
The parching thirst of death
The slumbrous potion bland, and wilt not drink: · Not sullen, nor in scorn, like haughty man
With suicidal hand
But as at first thine all-pervading look
Measuring in calm presage
So to the end, though now of mortal pangs
With unaverted eye
Thou wilt feel all, that Thou may’st pity all;
Than overcloud thy soul,
Or lose one glimpse of Heaven before the time.
Renew'd in every pulse
Told the long hours of death, as, one by one,
Even sinners, taught by Thee,
And bid her freely welcome, unbeguild
And yet not all unsooth'd ;
As the deep calm that breath’d, “ Father, forgive,”
And, though the strife be sore,
Love masters agony; the soul that seem'd
And in her Father's arms
WEDNESDAY BEFORE EASTER.
Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done. St. Luke xxii. 42.
O LORD my God, do Thou thy holy will
I will lie still-
And break the charm,
In perfect rest.
Wild Fancy, peace! thou must not me beguile
With thy false smile :
Be silent, Praise,
That hear thy call.
Come, Self-devotion, high and pure,
They say, who know the life divine,
that little coronet or special reward which God hath prepared (extraordinary and besides the great Crown of all faithful.souls) for those
Which for our Lord's redeem'd is set,
Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire,
And there are souls that seem to dwell
" who have not defiled themselves with women, but follow the (virgin) Lamb for ever.” Rp. Taylor, Holy Living, c. xi. sect. 3.