To the Father, once again, Blessed JESUS! By thy sufferings all unknown, These no tongue can ever teach, Blessed JESUS! Though to Thee no thought can soar, Still, oh Saviour, evermore, We wonder and adore! Deliver us! A PRAYER TO CHRIST. OH SAVIOUR! Thou, as man, hast felt Of anguish to its dregs didst drain; To wash us white from sin's dark stain! SONNET. LORD! Thou art GoD, and I a weak And erring child of earth; the free And holy hope of peace with Thee, Thy full forgiveness, I bespeak : How soothing now, when none is near, To turn my worship's gathering tide Thy love, the "lowly and the meek"! In faith I pray ;-LORD, hear my prayer! THE WORSHIP OF HEAVEN. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOLLOWING PASSAGE RELATING TO THE LAST MOMENTS OF RICHARD HOOKER, IN THE LIFE OF THAT EXTRAORDINARY MAN, BY IZAAK WALTON. "After some time he (Doctor Saravia) left him at night, with a promise to return early the day following, which he did, and then found him better in appearance, deep in contemplation, and not inclinable to discourse, which gave the Doctor occasion to inquire his present thoughts; to which he replied,— That he was meditating the number and nature of angels, and their blessed obedience and order, without which peace could not be in heaven; and oh! that it might be so on earth." "Praise ye him, all his angels; Praise ye him, all his hosts." PSALM CXlviii. 2. BEFORE the great white throne, Where unveiled splendor shines, above mid heaven displayed, JEHOVAH'S angel armies stand; Silent and still they stay, rank upon rank surveyed, The glorious, boundless brother-band, With robes of dazzling white their countless lines arrayed; Each eye upraised and clasped each hand, Of universal order, sways the herald-host, Oh wonderous gift of grace! Lovely humility! Of the one Good on high ! Sweet attribute of heaven Of ravished harps above! Effulgent star of hope, whence beauty beams! Bright sun of righteousness, whence glory streams! Eternal, sacred law ! Mighty humility! Whose constant forces draw From spheres their melody! Great, mysterious will, Whose acts creation fill ! The unsolved unity Of fire-wreathed worlds that roll! The universal soul Of boundless ecstasy ! The immortal chain that binds All loftiest, purest minds To GoD eternally! First principle of rule in every place, Maintaining blissful empire throughout space! Pure mind of CHRIST the slain ! Highest humility! From mortal pride and pain To thy support we flee ! Our anxious sorrows see! When guilty nature faints, We burdened come to thee ! Our languid spirits pine, To know thy power divine, Strength of the truly free! Highest humility! from finite thought so far! Around the throne of GOD The gathered myriads wait, through countless circles spread, In reverential posture bent, And quaff the fearful joy, the exultation dread, No motion stirs along the starry pavement fair, Deep is the spirit-worship, full the joy, they share, Till Gabriel's hand sweeps once his golden lyre, Angels and cherubim, With soft, slow symphonies, their many lyres unbound, Chant low, responsive, lingering lays; Mild music measured murmurs, mingles, melts, around; |