As for ungodly men, with them But as the chaff which by the wind Is driven to and fro. Therefore the wicked men shall not In judgement stand upright; Nor in assemblies of the just Shall sinners come in sight. NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. ADDISON. WHEN rising from the bed of death I see my Maker face to face, If yet, while pardon may be found My heart with inward horror shrinks When Thou, O Lord! shalt stand display'd In majesty severe, And sit in judgement on my soul, Oh! how shall I appear? But Thou hast told the troubled mind, The timely tribute of his tears Shall endless woe prevent : Then view the sorrows of my heart, Before it be too late, And hear my Saviour's dying groan To give those sorrows weight! For never shall my soul despair Who know Thine only Son hath died TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. R. H. JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou Heav'n below the sky! Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to see, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for thee. Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flock'd beneath the wing Of Him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been free. "And who art thou that mournest me?" replied the ruin grey, "And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is giv'n to thee; But woe to ev'ry barren graft of thy wild olive-tree! "Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punishment; Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be, Who spared not His chosen seed may send His wrath on thee! "Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime; Oh turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted time! |