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And wheresoe'er, in earth's wide field,
If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things ? St. John iii. 12.
CREATOR, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Help us, each hour, with steadier eye
The blessed angels look and long
Along the Church's central space
pace Have borne us on from grace to grace.
As travellers on some woodland height, When wintry suns are gleaming bright, Lose in arch'd glades their tangled sight ;
By glimpses such as dreamers love
Such trembling joy the soul o'er-awes
The door is clos'd—but soft and deep
From each carv'd nook and fretted bend
Cornice and gallery seem to send
Yet all are One—together all,
Within these walls each fluttering guest Is gently lur'd to one safe nestWithout, 'tis moaning and unrest.
The busy world a thousand ways
Why tarries not her chariot wheel,
Alas! for her Thy opening flowers
What echoes from the sacred dome
The heart that scorn'd a father's care,
Or how shall envious brethren own
How shall thy Spirit's gracious wile The sullen brow of gloom beguile, That frowns on sweet affection's smile ?
Eternal One, Almighty Trine ! (Since Thou art ours, and we are Thine) By all thy love did once resign,
By all the grace thy heavens still hide, We pray thee, keep us at thy side, Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide !
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
So Joshua smote all the country, and all their kings; he left none remaining. Joshua x. 40.
WHERE is the land with milk and honey flowing,
The promise of our God, our fancy's theme? Here over shatter'd walls dank weeds are growing, And blood and fire have run in mingled stream;
Like oaks and cedars all around
The giant corses strew the ground, And haughty Jericho's cloud-piercing wall Lies where it sank at Joshua's trumpet call.
These are not scenes for pastoral dance at even,
For moonlight rovings in the fragrant glades,
We in the midst of ruins live,