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Full many a dreary anxious hour,
We watch our nets alone In drenching spray, and driving shower,
And hear the night-bird's moan :
At morn we look, and nought is there ;
Sad dawn of cheerless day! Who then from pining and despair
The sickening heart can stay ?
There is a stay-and we are strong;
Our Master is at hand, To cheer our solitary song,
And guide us to the strand,
In his own time : but
awhile Our bark at sea must ride; Cast after cast, by force or guile
All waters must be tried :
By blameless guile or gentle force,
As when He deign'd to teach (The lode-star of our Christian course)
Upon this sacred beach.
Should e'er thy wonder-working grace
Triumph by our weak arm, Let not our sinful fancy trace
Aught human in the charm:
To our own nets ne'er bow we down,
Lest on the eternal shore The angels, while our draught they owno,
Reject us evermore:
Or, if for our unworthiness
Toil, prayer, and watching fail, In disappointment Thou canst bless,
So love at heart prevail.
They sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense
b Habakkuk i. 16. unto their drag.
c St. Matth. xiii. 49.
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord : and Nathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin: thou shalt not die. 2 Samuel xii. 23.
WHEN bitter thoughts, of conscience born,
With sinners wake at morn,
With fever'd lips and wither'd heart,
One draught of spring's delicious air,
These are thy wonders, hourly wrought",
Thou Lord of time and thought,
d See Herbert's Poems, p. 160.
Into a moment's vision : even as light
From west to east one thrilling ray
Wouldst thou the pangs of guilt assuage ?
Lo here an open page,
Written in balm, sad heart, for thee.
As Israel's crowned mourner felt
The dull hard stone within him melt.
The absolver saw the mighty grief,
And hasten'd with relief ;-
'Twas gently spoke, yet heard on high,
C And all this leafless and uncolour'd scene
Shall flush into variety again. Cowper.
Now spread their wings, and throng around
To the glad mournful sound, And welcome, with bright open face,
The broken heart to love's embrace.
And holy music, whispering peace
There drink? and when ye are at rest,
With that free Spirit blests,
The princely heart of innocence,
all the trembling hope ye feel, Think on the minstrel as ye kneel :
Think on the shame, that dreadful hour
When tears shall have no power,
f The fifty-first Psalm.
3 Ps. li. 12. “ Uphold me with thy free Spirit.” The original word seems to mean “ ingenuous, princely, noble.” Read Bishop Horne's Paraphrase on the verse.