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Floats round their steps, where'er they move,
Thus every where we find our suffering God,
And where He trod
In open fight.
To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart
He doth impart
When none was nigh,
The tempest's rage.
Mortal ! if life smile on thee, and thou find
All to thy mind,
Thee to befriend ;
Thy best, thine all.
“ O Father ! not my will, but thine be done”
So spake the Son.
Of griefs and joys;
In perfect rest!
THURSDAY BEFORE EASTER.
At the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, and I am come to shew thee, for thou art greatly beloved; therefore understand the matter, and consider the vision. Daniel ix, 23.
“O HOLY mountain of my God,
“ How do thy towers in ruin lie, “ How art thou riven and strewn abroad,
“ Under the rude and wasteful sky!” 'Twas thus upon his fasting-day The “ Man of Loves” was fain to pray,
His lattice open' toward his darling west, Mourning the ruin'd home he still must love the best.
Oh for a love like Daniel's now,
To wing to Heaven but one strong prayer
f Daniel vi. 10.
For God's new Israel, sunk as low,
Yet flourishing to sight as fair, As Sion in her height of pride,
queens for handmaids at her side, With kings her nursing-fathers, throned high, And compass’d with the world's too tempting blazonry.
'Tis true, nor winter stays thy growth,
Nor torrid summer's sickly smile;
Break not upon so lone an isle,
Yielding a surer witness every day,
Oh grief to think, that grapes of gall
Should cluster round thine healthiest shoot! God's herald prove a heartless thrall,
Who, if he dar'd, would fain be mute ! Even such is this bad world we see, Which, self-condemnd in owning Thee,
Yet dares not open farewell of Thee take, For very pride, and her high-boasted Reason's sake.
What do we then ? if far and wide
Men kneel to Christ, the pure and meek, Yet rage with passion, swell with pride,
Have we not still our faith to seek ? Nay—but in stedfast humbleness Kneel on to Him, who loves to bless
The prayer that waits for Him; and trembling strive To keep the lingering flame in thine own breast alive.
Dark frown'd the future even on him,
The loving and beloved Seer,
The boundary of th' eternal year ;
Else had it bruis’d too sore his tender heart
Then look no more: or closer watch
Thy course in Earth's bewildering ways, For every glimpse thine eye can cat
Of what shall be in those dread days:
& Dan. xii. 13. See Bp. Kenn's Sermon on the character of Daniel.