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Ye might have sped to keep high festival,
And revel in the light;
Tired ere the fight begun,
Remembering Bethlehem, and that glorious night When
who used to soar Diverse along all space in fiery flight,
Came thronging to adore
As if the stars should leave
Nor less your lay of triumph greeted fair
Our Champion and your King,
Sunk down on scathed wing:
But when his toils were o'er,
Ye too, when lowest in th' abyss of woe
He plung'd to save his sheep,
The secrets of that deep :
His agonizing call
Oh! highest favour'd of all Spirits create,
(If right of thee we deem)
To meet th' unclouded beam
How swell'd thine anthem's sound, With fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising, “ Your God is risen, and may not here be found."
Pass a few days, and this dull darkling globe
Must yield him from her sight ;-
And He is lost in light.
Ye in innumerous choir
Pour'd, heralding Messiah's conquering march,
With us they staid, high warning to impart ;
66 The Christ shall come again “ Even as He goes ; with the same human heart,
“ With the same godlike train.” “ Oh! jealous God! how could a sinner dare
Think on that dreadful day, But that with all thy wounds Thou wilt be there, And all our angel friends to bring Thee on thy way ?
Since to thy little ones is given such grace,
That they who nearest stand
Go forth at his command,
As erst upon our King,
Grant, Lord, that when around th' expiring world
Our Seraph guardians wait,
She owns thee, all too late,
They to their charge may turn, and thankful see
Thy mark upon us still;
Luke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you. Colossians iv. 14.
Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world. Only Luke is with me.
2 Tim. iv. 10, 11.
Two clouds before the summer gale
In equal race fleet o'er the sky :
Together pine, together die.
But two capricious human hearts
Nor sage's rod may track their ways,
eye pursue their lawless starts
He only, by whose sovereign hand
Even sinners for the evil daya Were made—who rules the world he plann'd,
Turning our worst his own good way;
He only can the cause reveal,
Why, at the same fond bosom fed, Taught in the self-same lap to kneel
Till the same prayer were duly said,
Brothers in blood and nurture too,
Aliens in heart so oft should prove; One lose, the other keep, Heaven's clue ;
One dwell in wrath, and one in love.
He only knows,--for He can read
The mystery of the wicked heart,Why vainly oft our arrows speed
When aim'd with most unerring art;
While from some rude and powerless arm
A random shaft in season sent
a Proverbs xvi. 4. The Lord hath made all things for himself, yea, even the wicked for the day of evil.