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Shall the last darkness of the world dispel,
The Mediator in his wrath
Yet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,
In act to break
Thine outrag’d laws,
Withdraw thine hand, nor dash to earth
'Tis forfeit like the first-We own it all
Yet for love's sake,
Let it not fall;
That nearest to thine altar lie,
Teacher of teachers ! Priest of priests! from Thee
The sweet strong prayer
Must rise, to free
Thou art our Moses out of sight-
d Exodus xxxii. 19.
Why stand ye gazing up into Heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into Heaven. Acts i. 11.
SOFT cloud, that while the breeze of May Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch,
Draw'st thy bright veil across the heavenly way, Meet pavement for an angel's glorious march :
My soul is envious of mine
eye, That it should soar and glide with thee so fast,
The while my groveling thoughts half buried lie, Or lawless roam around this earthly waste.
Chains of my heart, avaunt I sayI will arise, and in the strength of love
Pursue the bright track ere it fade away, My Saviour's pathway to his home above.
Sure, when I reach the point where earth Melts into nothing from th’uncumber'd sight,
Heaven will o'ercome th' attraction of my birth, And I shall sink in yonder sea of light:
Till resting by th' incarnate LORD, Once bleeding, now triumphant for my sake,
I mark him, how. by seraph hosts ador'd He to earth's lowest cares is still awake.
The sun and every vassal star, All
space, beyond the soar of Angel wings, Wait on His word : and
he stays his car For every sigh a contrite suppliant brings.
He listens to the silent tear
And shall our dreams of music bar our ear
Nay, gracious Saviour—but as now
So help us evermore with thee to bow
We must not stand to gaze too long, Though on unfolding Heaven our gaze we bend,
Where lost behind the bright angelic throng We see Christ's entering triumph slow ascend.
No fear but we shall soon behold, Faster than now it fades, that gleam revive,
When issuing from his cloud of fiery gold Our wasted frames feel the true sun, and live.
Then shall we see Thee as Thou art, For ever fix'd in no unfruitful gaze,
But such as lifts the new-created heart, Age after age, in worthier love and praise.
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION.
As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 1 St. Peter iv. 10.
THE Earth that in her genial breast
It floats at pleasure,
To nurse her treasure :
True to her trust, tree, herb, or reed,
Gives large increase :
And will not cease.
Woe worth these barren hearts of ours,