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All other passions have their hour of thinking,
With hateful thoughts to languish and to pine
Trifles, light as air,
As proofs of Holy Writ. --Shakespeare.
Jealousy ! thou merciless destroyer,
Mallet. Among the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own! Superior virtue and superior sense To knaves and fools will always give offence. Nay, men of real worth can scarcely bear, So nice is jealousy, a rival there. – Churchill.
It is Jealousy's peculiar nature To swell small things to great ; nay, out of nought To conjure much ; and then to lose its reason Amid the hideous phantoms it has form’d.- Young.
2061. JERUSALEM. Desolate Is this thy place, sad city, this thy throne ? Where the lone desert rears the craggy stone, Where suns unblest their angry lustre fling, And wayworn pilgrims seek the scanty spring ? Where now thy pomp, which kings with envy
view'd ? Where now thy power, which all those kings sub
dued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gates No suppliant nation at thy temple waits, No prophet bard, thy glittering courts among, Wakes the full lyre, and swells the tide of song; But lawless force and meagre want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless fear; While cold Oblivion, ʼmid the ruins laid, Hides his dark wing beneath the ivy shade.- Heber.
2062. JERUSALEM. Modern
The strength, Jerusalem, is o'er,
And broken are thy walls ;
In thy deserted halls :
Triumphant over death
The Christ of Nazareth !
Jealousy, saidst thou? I disdain it :--no-
But through the heart Should jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise. Ye fairy prospects, then, Ye beds of roses, and ye bowers of joy, Farewell ! ye gleamings of departed peace, Shine out your last! the yellow-tinging plague Internal vision taints, and in a night
Of livid gloom imagination wraps. - Thomson. In gentle love the sweetest joys we find – Yet even those joys, dire jealousy molests, And blackens each fair image in our breasts.
The halo of His presence fills
Thy courts, thy ways of men ;
Are beautiful as then ;
His human agony,
Of old Gethsemane.
Slayer of Prophets, thou
God sent and sends thee now : Where Thou, O Christ! with anguish spent,
Forgave Thy foes, and died,
Thy soul is crucified !
The light that from Thee beam'd,
Thy Spirit is blasphemed ;
Unto Thine ear the prayers they send
Were fit for Belial's reign, And Moslem cimeters defend
The temple they profane.
To save thee from the hovering eagle's power,
Gibson. 2064. JESTING.
Who shall rebuild Jerusalem ?
Her scatter'd children bring From earth's far ends, and gather them
Beneath her sheltering wing? For Judah's sceptre broken lies,
And from his kingly stem No new Messiah shall arise
For lost Jerusalem!
LAUGH not too much ; the witty man laughs least :
For wit is news only to ignorance :
Thy person share, and the conceit advance.
Profaneness, filthiness, abusiveness : These are the scum with which coarse wits abound:
The fine may spare this well, yet not go less. All things are big with jest : nothing that's plain, But may be witty, if thou hast the vein.- Herbert.
But let the wild ass on her hills
Its foal unfrighted lead,
The desert adder breed :
Its mansion in the heart,
Her heavenly counterpart.-Bayard Taylor.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
2063. JERUSALEM : rebellious and ruined.
The signs are full, and never shall the sun
Her tale of splendour now is done ;
Oh, fair and favour'd city, where of old,
In vestments flaming with the orient gold;
How stately then was every palm-deck'd street
Down which the maidens danced with tinkling feet! How proud the elders in the lofty gate!
How crowded all her nation's solemn feasts
With white-robed Levites, and high-mitred priests ! How gorgeous her temple's sacred state ! Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for slaves, Her gates thrown down, her elders in their graves; Her feasts are holden 'mid the Gentiles' scorn, By stealth her priesthood's holy garments worn.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Young. As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen ; The fame men give is for the joy they find; Dull is the jester when the joke's unkind.
Young Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.-Johnson
2065. JESUS. Charity of
Jerusalem! alas! alas ! of old,
The Master came one evening to the gate
And turn'd away. Behold his ears that bleed,' A fourth chimed in. 'An unclean wretch indeed!' 'He hath been hang'd for thieving,' they all cried, And spurn'd the loathsome beast from side to side. Then Jesus, standing by them in the street, Look'd on the poor spent creature at His feet, And, bending o'er him, spake unto the men, * Pearls are not whiter than his teeth.' And then The people at each other gazed, asking, 'Who is this stranger pitying the vile thing?' Then one exclaim'd, with awe-abated breath, * This surely is the Man of Nazareth ; This must be Jesus, for none else but He Something to praise in a dead dog could see !' And, being ashamed, each scoffer bow'd his head, And from the sight of Jesus turn'd and fled.
An Oriental Legend. 2066. JESUS. Cling to
Soft dropp'd His eye on wayside flowers,
He heard the whispers of the palms
Creep o'er the noontide's golden calms, He took the burden of the Hours.
With shadow'd brow and aching ear
He heard the wail, the hunger-cry, Smite up against the deaf, cold sky, The sob above the dead and dear.
Like man's His lips could smile or groan,
Like man He ate, like man He slept,
Rejoiced, was weary, thirsted, wept, And evermore He walk'd alone.
Cling to the Crucified !
His death is life to thee,
It purges thee from sin;
'It keeps thy conscience clean. Cling to the Crucified !
Both God and man, to man He came,
He made a sunrise round the grave,
Smitten, the smiter He forgave, He fed the hungry, cured the lame. They pierced His hands, His feet, His side,
All Nature own'd the Holy One,
A shadow trail'd across the sun,
Cling to the Crucified !
His is a heart of love,
That light shall ne'er grow dim ;
To find its all in Him. Cling to the Crucified !-Boncr.
He rules the World Invisible
The countless, the undying hosts
That line those unseen, mystic coasts, All give Him praise, in Him they dwell. He gently leads the friends that we
Behold no more, by waters still,
Beyond the flesh, the evil will; To Him they lift their eyes and see
That smile more bland than when on earth
It cheer'd the hearts on which it shone,
And dried the tear and still’d the moan, And beam'd upon the nuptial mirth.
2067. JESUS: God and Man.
SPRING-TIDE and leaf-fall, eve and morn,
Earth saw the slow-paced centuries go;
She wore her verdure, wore her snow, The long night went, the day was born.
But He is more; I may rejoice
To know this world above, around,
Cloud, mountain, river, storm, and sound, The stars, the seasons, hear His voice.
Then glow'd the heavens with angel eyes ;
On Night's dark brow the starry Sign
Red flared the Dawn ; from tongues divine Down slid the golden symphonies
In Him the breeze of Summer blows
O’er grass and many-murmuring corn ;
In Him the dews and leaves are born, He paints the lily and the rose.
I'll carve our passion on the bark,
And every wounded tree
That Jesus died for me.
Inscribed on all the grove, That Heaven itself came down, and bled,
To win a mortal's love.- Watts.
The Love that neither depth nor height
The Man Divine, than God no less,
In power to fight, endure, withstand,
In seeing eye and willing hand,
Earthly united with Divine,
On heavenly thrones we sit and shine ;
The Resurrection and the Life
He stands within the dying strife ; Death is the door that leads to Him.--Hempstead.
2070. JESUS. Name of
JESUS, Immanuel, Saviour !
Words holy and sublime;
Re-echo through all time!
That mortals e'er can know,
And lightens every woe.
As dew on sterile ground,
Comes the reviving sound.
Must lose their bloom and die;
Dear Lord, beneath Thine eye.
Our dearest theme shall be;
In heart or life, from Thee :
Within Thine arm of might-
We ask no better light.-Mrs Parker.
2068. JESUS : last and first.
JESUS! when my soul is parting
From this body frail and weak,
Thine, my Saviour,
Jesus ! when my memory wanders
Far from loved ones at my side,
2071. JESUS. Need of
I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline. I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is pour'd.
I need Thee, precious Jesus !
For I am full of sin ;
My heart is dead within ;
Where I can always flee-
The sinner's perfect plea.
For I am very poor ;
With little earthly store :
To cheer me on my way,
To be my strength and stay.
I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy child.
Amid the heavenly throng,
To learn the angels' song.-Bonar.
2073. JESUS. Prayer to
I need Thee, precious Jesus !
I need a Friend like Thee; A Friend to soothe and sympathize
A Friend to care for me ; I need the heart of Jesus,
To feel each anxious care, To tell my every want to,
And all my sorrows share.
JESUS! when I fainting lie,
Hold Thou up my head :
Stand by my bed.
I need Thee, precious Jesus !
For I am very blind !
With dark and evil mind;
To tread the thorny road, To guide me safe to glory,
Where I shall see my God. - Whitfield.
Jesus ! when the worst is o'er,
Meet the sorrowing throng : ‘Weep not !' let the mourner hear : Widow's woe and orphan's tear
Turn into song.
Jesus ! in that last great day
Speak the word ' Arise.'
Above the skies !
2072. JESUS: our sufficiency.
2074. JESUS. Precious Name of
I LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
Whate'er the anguish of my breast, its fluttering
doth cease Whene'er Thy name of comfort fills my spirit with
Thy peace ! No consolation is so sweet as that Thy name doth
giveThy Jesus name! O David's Son and Lord, by
whom I live!
I lay my wants on Jesus ;
All fulness dwells in Him : He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases,
He all my sorrow shares.
Thy name of Jesus is a store of all that heart can
need, Enfolding every precious thing-fruit, blossom, leaf,
and seed !