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And if, perchance, the reed were crushid,
It could not more be used, ---
He brake it, when so bruised.
Thy flock in pastures green,
That sorely crush'd hath been ;-
Or yields but notes of woe, Thou dost retune to harmonies'
More rich than angels know!
But now it burns so dim !
Make a poor broken hymn ;
But help'd in deepest need, -
W. B. Robertson.
Our outward lips confess the Name
All other names above :
And comprehendeth love.
The mists of earth away; Shine out, O Light divine ! and show
How wide and far we stray. Hush every lip, close every book,
The strife of tongues forbear : Why forward reach, or backward look,
For love that clasps like air ? We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down : In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.
The lineaments restore
And in the flesh no more.
The world's long hope is dim:
The clouds of heaven for Him.
Death comes ; life goes; the asking eye
And ear are answerless;
Is sad with silentness.
The letter fails, and systems fall,
And every symbol wanes: The Spirit over-brooding all,
Eternal Love, remains,
475. CHRIST. Kingdom of
O South, with all thy palms !
Uplift the voice of psalms.
God's well-beloved Son.
His kingdom is begun.
When at His feet shall lie
Beneath the ample sky;
Amid their daily cares,
Shall strive to pattern theirs :
And not for signs in heaven above
Or earth below they look,
With Peter His rebuke.
Of sorrow over sin,
His witness is within.
Nor dream of bards and seers,
Of the oblivious years ;
A present help is He:
And love, its Galilee.
Is by our beds of pain :
476. CHRIST. Ode to IMMORTAL Love, for ever full,
For ever flowing free,
A never-ebbing sea!
We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again. Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead
Are burden'd with His name.
Whate'er our name or sign,
We test our lives by Thine.
Doth all our lusts condemn ;
Is hot with wrath to them.
And, naked to Thy glance,
of Thy pure countenance. Thy healing pains; a keen distress
Thy tender light shines in ;
Thy grace the pang, of sin.
Thou dost our service own :
And Thou rejectest none.
Its joys and pains, belong :
Inflicts a deeper wrong.
Therein to Thee allied :
In Thee are multiplied.
Within our earthly sod,
The flower of man and God.
Thy presence maketh one ;
We trace the noonday sun.
Flesh-veil'd, but not concealid,
And heart of God reveal'd. We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray ; But, dim or clear, we own in Thee
The Light, the Truth, the Way.
The homage that we render Thee
Is still our Father's own : Nor jealous claim or rivalry
Divides the Cross and Throne. To do Thy will is more than praise,
As words are less than deeds; And simple trust can find Thy ways
We miss with chart of creeds. No pride of self Thy service hath,
No place for me and mine: Our human strength is weakness, death
Our life, apart from Thine.
All labour vainly done :
Is better than the sun.
Thy saving name is given :
To walk with Thee is heaven.
Our noisy championship!
Is more than flattering lip.
Nor Thine the zealot's ban :
Which ends in hate of man.
Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,
What may Thy service be?
But simply following Thee.
We pile no graven stone :
His brothers and Thy own.
Of love and gratitude ;
The joy of doing good.
The vaulted nave around,
Its brazen weights of sound.
Thy inward altars raise :
And its obedience, praise. —Whittier.
477. CHRIST : our Example.
Most holy Jesus, Fount of light!
Thou Stream o'erflowing, pure and free;
Be Thou my pattern bright,
My all in all.
Out of the sunshine, warm and soft and bright,
478. CHRIST: our Life. O GLORIOUS Head, Thou livest now!
Let us, Thy members, share Thy life;
To raise Thy children from the strife
Thou liv'st in Paradise, in peace ;
Let me from all the creatures cease :
What is not Thine within me slay ;
To rise as Thou hast risen to-day.
My thoughts and wishes, that my heart
But fix for ever where Thou art.
481. CHRIST. Questions about Art thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore
distrest? 'Come to me,' saith One, -and coming, be at rest!' Hath He marks to lead me to Him,-if He be my
Guide ? In His feet and hands are wound-prints, and His
side! Is there diadem, as monarch, that His brow adorns? Yea : a crown, in very surety,—but of thorns ! If I find Him, if I follow, what His guerdon here? Many a sorrow, many a labour, many a tear ! If I still hold closely to Him, what hath He at last ? Sorrow vanquish'd, labour ended, Jordan past ! If I ask Him to receive me, will He say me nay? Not till earth and not till heaven pass away! Finding, following, keeping, struggling, is He sure to
bless ? Angels, martyrs, prophets, pilgrims, answer, Yes!
Stephen, tr. by 7. M. Neale.
479. CHRIST: the Bread of Life.
No food is there.
And faint no more.
482. CHRIST. Selling
If to-day thou turn'st aside
480. CHRIST : the Good Shepherd. 'In pastures green '—not always—sometimes He Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me In weary ways, where heavy shadows be.
I wrap it round my soul ;
In this I'll live and die. -Bonar.
484. CHRIST. Sufficiency of
But if, seeing, thou believest,
A. C. Lynch. 483. CHRIST: a Sin-bearer.
Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;
To whom save Thee,
Who can alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee !
Upon the shameful tree,
And parchased peace for me.
Have wept my guilt away;
Into a blessed day.
Unbind me of my chain,
Ne'er to be barr'd again.,
Can heal my bruised soul;
The balm that makes me whole.
Thy blood so freely spilt,
And purge away my guilt.
Has borne the awful load
Or earth could bear, but God.
Has paid the ransom due:
Would have been all too few.
He is a path, if any be misled ;
If any be but weak, how strong is He !
Giles Fletcher. 485. CHRIST: suggested.
Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Thy righteousness, O Christ,
Alone can cover me; No righteousness avails
Save that which is of Thee. Thy righteousness alone
Can clothe and beautify:
486. CHRIST. Star of
WHEN, marshall’d on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone of all the train
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks ;
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;
As where I meet with Thee.
When slumbers o'er me roll,
And charms my ravish'd soul.
Must rest in faith alone,
Unseen, but not unknown.
And still this throbbing heart,
All glorious as Thou art.-Ray Palmer.
Once on the raging seas I rode, • The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and wildly blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose :
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
It bade my dark foreboding cease ;
It led me to the port of peace.
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
H. K. White.
489. CHRISTIAN. The : his future glory.
(To a Butterfly.) Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingle with her thou lovest in fields of light; And, where the flowers of Paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold : There shall your wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy. Yet wert thou once a worm; a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb, and slept ! And such is man ; soon from the cell of clay To burst a seraph, in the blaze of day.-Rogers.
487. CHRIST : the way, the Truth, and the Life.
Thou art the Way; to Thee alone
From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
Thou art the Truth ; Thy word alone
True wisdom can impart ;
And purify the heart.
Proclaims Thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in Thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
490. CHRISTIAN. The: his peace.
* Let not your heart be faint :
My peace I give to you, —
As worldlings never knew.
That bodes a tempest nigh,
Where rocks and quicksands lie.
The stupor of the soul
Though wide His thunders roll.
Low in the darksome grave,
No hand put forth to save.
A Father reconciled,
A rebel to a child.
Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ;
Grant us that Way to know;
Whose joys eternal flow.-Doane.
488. CHRIST : unseen, yet loved.
JESUS, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of Thine ; The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.