Where'er the Lord is, there are they ; In every heart that gives them room, They light His altar every day, Zeal to inflame, and vice consume. Soft as the plumes of Jesus' Dove Then, fainting soul, arise and sing ; Thy God hath said, 'Tis good for thee Take it on trust a little while; Soon shalt thou read the mystery right Or if thou yet more knowledge crave, Else we should all sin on or sleep With Christ in sight, turning our gain to loss. FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. ROGATION SUNDAY. And the Lord was very angry with Aaron to have destroyed him: and I prayed for Aaron also the same time. Deut. ix. 20. NOW is there solemn pause in earth and heaven; His bonds hath riven, And Angels wonder why he stays below: Deep is the silence as of summer noon, Will trickle soon, A gracious rain, freshening the weary bower O sweetly then far off is heard The clear note of some lonely bird. So let thy turtle dove's sad call arise In doubt and fear Through darkening skies, And pierce, O LORD, thy justly sealed ear, Teach her to know and love her hour of And evermore, As faith grows rare, Unlock her heart, and offer all its store As suits a lost returning spouse. Not as at first, but with intenser cry, She now must lie, Till thy dear love to blot the sad account prayer, a Psalm cii. 7. b Deut. ix. 25. I fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as I fell down at the first. But chiefly (for she knows thee anger'd worst By holiest things Profan'd and curst) Chiefly for Aaron's seed she spreads her wings, If but one leaf she may from Thee Win of the reconciling tree. For what shall heal, when holy water banes? Or who may guide O'er desert plains Thy lov'd yet sinful people wandering wide, Therefore her tears are bitter, and as deep As, while men sleep, Sad hearted mothers heave, that wakeful lie, To muse upon some darling child Therefore on fearful dreams her inward sight Is fain to dwell What lurid light c Exodus xxxii. 4. |