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<div1 title="Title Page" progress="0.22%" prev="toc" next="preface" id="titlepag">
<h2 id="titlepag-p0.1"><span style="font-size:90%" id="titlepag-p0.2">THE</span>
<br />TREASURY OF SACRED SONG</h2>

<p class="Center" id="titlepag-p1"><i>F. T. PALGRAVE</i></p>

<hr />

<p class="Center" id="titlepag-p2">LONDON: HENRY FROWDE</p>

<p class="Center" style="font-size:80%" id="titlepag-p3"><i>OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS WAREHOUSE
<br />AMEN CORNER, E.C.</i></p>

<p class="Center" style="font-size:80%" id="titlepag-p4"><i>Thirteenth Thousand</i></p>

<hr />

<h1 id="titlepag-p4.2"><span style="font-size:40%" id="titlepag-p4.3">THE</span>
<br />TREASURY
<br /><span style="font-size:25%" id="titlepag-p4.6">OF</span>
<br />SACRED SONG</h1>


<p class="Center" style="font-size:40%" id="titlepag-p5">SELECTED FROM THE</p>

<p class="Center" id="titlepag-p6">ENGLISH LYRICAL POETRY
<br /><span style="font-size:90%; margin-bottom:12pt" id="titlepag-p6.2">OF FOUR CENTURIES</span></p>

<p class="Center" id="titlepag-p7"><span style="font-size:80%" id="titlepag-p7.1"><i>WITH NOTES EXPLANATORY AND BIOGRAPHICAL</i></span>
<br /><span style="font-size:60%" id="titlepag-p7.3">BY</span>
<br />FRANCIS T. PALGRAVE
<br /><span style="font-size:60%" id="titlepag-p7.6">PROFESSOR OF POETRY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD</span></p>

<p id="titlepag-p8"> </p>

<p class="Center" style="font-size:80%" id="titlepag-p9"><b><i>Ex Ipso et per Ipsum et in Ipso</i></b></p>

<p id="titlepag-p10"> </p>

<p class="Center" id="titlepag-p11"><span style="font-size:120%" id="titlepag-p11.1"><b><i>Oxford</i></b></span></p>
<p id="titlepag-p12"><span style="font-size:80%" id="titlepag-p12.1">AT THE CLARENDON PRESS</span>
<br /><span style="font-size:60%" id="titlepag-p12.3">M DCCC XC</span></p>
<hr />

<verse id="titlepag-p12.5">
<l id="titlepag-p12.6">--επαμεροι' τι δε τισ; τι δ' ογ τισ; σκιασ οναρ</l>
<l id="titlepag-p12.7">ανθρωποσ. αλλ' οταν αιγλα διοσδοτοσ ελθη,</l>
<l id="titlepag-p12.8">λαμπρον φεγγοσ επεστιν ανδρων και μειλιχοσ αιων--</l>
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<hr />
<pb n="v" id="titlepag-Page_v" />

<p class="Center" style="font-size:70%" id="titlepag-p13"><i>EXTREMUM HUNC, ARETHUSA, MIHI CONCEDE LABOREM</i></p>
</div1>

<div1 title="Preface" progress="0.33%" prev="titlepag" next="h001" id="preface">
<h2 id="preface-p0.1">PREFACE</h2>

<p id="preface-p1">To offer poetry for poetry's sake has been my first aim and
leading principle in fulfilling the task with which the authorities of
the Clarendon Press have honoured me. Hence it is probable
that many poems which would be justly expected when the object
of a selection is direct usefulness, spiritual aid and comfort, or (to
put it in one word) edification, will here be found absent. And
this deficiency, I fear, will be felt even by readers who are not
satisfied with religious verse, however good its intention, unless it
be clothed in the veil of beauty. For verse of this kind, hymns
in particular, beyond any other modes of poetry, hold a special
place in the hearts of men; so closely intertwined with the predilections
of childhood, with the memories of the home or the
church of our youth, with the voices no longer heard on this side
the grave, that they have a charm for us beyond criticism,--a spell
which is none the less irresistible because it is not cast over us by
their own proper magic.</p>

<p id="preface-p2">Yet if my aim--an aim in collections of sacred song rarely
avowed or followed--to present poetry for poetry's sake, has not
here altogether been missed through my own want of taste or
discernment, may it not be hoped that the final end and object of
all the Fine Arts, and Poetry as the queen of them,--permanent
pleasure, elevation and enlightenment of the soul,--to return to
the word, edification in the highest sense,--will be secured more
effectually and more enduringly, through the subtle, yet powerful
aid of melody in words, and beauty in form? It is confessedly
thus when Music or Painting are concerned; the better and finer
the art, the more exquisite the pleasure, the more penetrating, the
more vivifying, the impression. From this point of view, we may
<pb n="vi" id="preface-Page_vi" />
agree with the poet, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty.' And so far
from being alien or opposed to piety, these great gifts of God to
man nowhere else have a more fitting place or a loftier function.
Nowhere is the power and magic of poetry as an art more
naturally in place or better employed than when her inspiring
Muses are Faith, Hope, and Love,--when her subjects are those
incomparably highest and most vital interests to mankind, which
may be briefly summed up as right conduct here, and its reward
hereafter.</p>

<p id="preface-p3">If, however, the rule of choice which I have tried to follow be
theoretically valid, the argument has to be met, that by its very
nature, through its general aim and its often imperfect quality as
art,--Sacred Poetry rarely deserves the honour of that great
name. And there is a large element of truth in this objection.
The aim at direct usefulness to the individual or to the Church has
unquestionably led to the neglect of Poetry in religious verse;
and Art, we may truly say, has here revenged herself upon
Religion. The most weighty of these adverse criticisms is the
often-quoted verdict of Dr. Johnson. 'Poetry,' he says, 'loses
its lustre and its power, because it is applied to the decoration
of something more excellent than itself. All that pious
verse can do is to help the memory, and delight the ear, and for
these purposes it may be very useful; but it supplies nothing to
the mind. The ideas of Christian Theology are too simple for
eloquence, too sacred for fiction, and too majestick for ornament.'
Johnson is a judge whose native good sense, sincerity, and alertness
of mind, render disregard of his decisions impossible without
folly. Yet we cannot concede to him, in this matter, the infallibility
which, (when that great debater had 'tossed and gored' his
antagonists), he would laughingly disclaim for himself. His
argument seems arbitrarily to confine the range and the capability
of religious verse, as it will be found represented in this selection:
and it is also a view coloured by the unalloyed seriousness--the
gloom--of the great writer's own deeply felt religious faith;
possibly, also, by the fact that he was writing at a period when
our sacred song was wellnigh confined to hymns. And although
with certain singular gifts as a critic of poetry, Johnson was not
in advance of his day. Many of the poets who lived before the
modern manner had established itself, he appears to have read or
valued but little: with Habington or Herbert, for example, I am
not aware that he shows any sympathetic acquaintance; while
Vaughan, from his own time to ours, was almost wholly forgotten.</p>
<pb n="vii" id="preface-Page_vii" />

<p id="preface-p4">It is however undeniable that if, (with some later critics), we
inaccurately group all sacred verse under the single section of
hymns in the popular sense of the word, the Religious lyric, in
comparison with the Secular, (epithets which I use perforce in
default of better), will be found largely inferior in poetical charm.
But the argument in this form is sophistical. Secular verse covers
many provinces; manners, incident, love, landscape,--the vast
sphere of drama;--in a word, all the many-coloured romance of
life. Sacred verse can hardly go beyond one province: to expect
masterpieces in our field approximately numerous as those in the
secular lyric is unreasonable. Even more unreasonable is it,
when of this single province a district only is chosen out for
censure, and treated as the whole domain. Hymns, wellnigh
limited to the functions of prayer and of praise, are precisely that
region in which a practical aim is naturally, almost inevitably predominant.
The writers, (not to dwell upon the imperfect training
of many among them), have hence far too frequently and easily
made the sacrifice of pleasure to usefulness, of beauty to edification.
But it should also be remembered that hymns, in this
respect, are subject to the common penalty, the inferiority in art,
inherent in all didactic verse; although with a more pressing
and powerful excuse than didactic verse can offer for its inevitable
prosaicism.</p>

<p id="preface-p5">Yet I hope that an answer, far more pleasant and convincing
than any argument,--is offered to these objections by the following
anthology. If indeed the limitations of its sphere be considered,
the triteness of some inevitable motives, the insuperable loftiness
of others, it seems to the Editor that English lyrical religious
poetry fairly--perhaps fully--holds its own: that Urania has her
legitimate throne beside her sister Muses of song. And should
this opinion appear partial to my readers, let me plead that I have
turned over many thousand pages in my search, as an excuse--if
not a justification--for partiality.</p>

<p id="preface-p6">A few details remain for notice. Translations, as even when at
the best, (by a law of nature, may I not call it?) hardly ever
reaching excellence as poetry, or reaching it only for a moment,
are here excluded. But paraphrases,--a style for centuries
frequent in religious verse,--have been regarded as entitled to a
measure of admission, when executed with such freedom and
spirit, as to take rank with original inventions.</p>

<p id="preface-p7">A book planned for popular use half-defeats its own object by
<pb n="viii" id="preface-Page_viii" />
adherence to unfamiliar modes of spelling. But whilst in this
respect modernizing the diction, I have carefully followed the best
text easily accessible;--here, again, judging reference in every
case to original editions not essential to the purpose of the volume.
No verbal changes whatever have been made: but I have freely
allowed such omissions as might appear to bring a poem to a
closer unity in idea, or a more equably sustained excellence in
poetry:--a freedom for which I shall hope forgiveness, at least
from readers who accept the leading principle of the selection.
And if the notes added upon obsolete words and phrases appear
to any too numerous, I would plead that Poetry,--especially in this
age of facile prose--requires every assistance to attract and hold her
audience. Better that fifty should find an explanation superfluous,
than one find a difficulty unsolved.</p>

<p id="preface-p8">Longer explanatory remarks have been reserved for the final
notes: in which, also, (supported by the example of Archbishop
Trench in his excellent <i>Household Book of English Poetry</i>), I
have added a few indications of peculiar poetical merit. To
separate a poet's serious work from his personality, as Goethe
once remarked, is simply impossible. The brief biographies
inserted, (which exclude our well-known master-singers, and those
still living), will, therefore, it is hoped, satisfy, in a fair degree,
the natural desire for some acquaintance with the lives of those
whose best and deepest thoughts are here before us. Even when
only a few bare facts have been recorded or noticed, they can
hardly fail to throw over the verse some light and interest. But
greater space has been given to those writers whose public career
or personal modes of thought, (in particular when remote from
present fashions), have given a special colour to their poetry.</p>

<p id="preface-p9">A chronological arrangement,--so far as chronology is possible,
where the actual dates of composition are rarely known,--has
been generally kept in view. But poems of cognate character,
whether in style or in thought, have been often grouped together.</p>

<p id="preface-p10"> </p>

<p id="preface-p11">Thanks are due to the unvaried kindness with which owners of
copyright have conceded the privilege of reprinting. Amongst
these it is proper to specify,--in case of Lord Tennyson, permission
given by Messrs. Macmillan:--by Messrs. Parker and Messrs.
Burns, for pieces from Keble's Miscellaneous Poems, and Father
Faber's Hymns, respectively:--for Archbishop Trench and Mr.
Barnes, from Messrs. K. Paul;--Mr. Lyte, Messrs. Rivingtons;--Dr.
Bonar, Mr. J. Nisbet.</p>
<pb n="ix" id="preface-Page_ix" />

<p id="preface-p12">The aim of this little book, let me repeat, is to offer such lyrical
sacred song, and such only, as shall be instinctively felt worthy
the august name of Poetry. And as I have also attempted to
present here all such pieces known to me as reach a certain
standard of excellence, a comparatively large space has been
necessarily given to three or four poets who combined high genius
with a considerable bulk of suitable work:--whilst the limits of
size have compelled me to omit verse of simply moral quality,
however pure and lofty, and thus intrinsically religious.</p>

<p id="preface-p13">It is, however, the inevitable--perhaps the unfortunate--lot of
a selection framed upon these lines, that whether poetical merit
or spiritual value be regarded, the selector's own personal tastes
and opinions cannot be excluded; and in such matters it is difficult
to keep perfectly true the balance of the soul. On the point
of merit I can only plead an honest endeavour to shut out all mere
individual predilections, and to form the decision by a wide and
comparative research through this region of our literature during
the last four centuries. But in reference to the different aspects
of religion here presented, my task has been aided signally by the
wide-embracing charity, the Catholic spirit (as embodied in the
Creeds), natural to Poetry as part of her very essence. This has
been well expressed by Mr. C. J. Abbey in his valuable essay
upon the English Sacred Poetry of the eighteenth century. 'It
may be said to be the peculiar privilege of hymn-writers that to a
great extent they write, not for any one society of Christians, but
for the Church at large. Men whose theological views contrast
most strongly meet on common ground when they express in
verse the deeper aspirations of the heart, and the voice of Christian
praise.'--In a word, whilst severity has been aimed at, where
Poetry as an art is concerned,--in regard to the religious quality
of the verse selected, my rule has been that which Dante describes
as given by S. Peter to the Angel at the gate of the Mount of
Purgatory,</p>

<verse id="preface-p13.1">
<l class="t5" id="preface-p13.2">--ch' io erri</l>
<l id="preface-p13.3">Anzi ad aprir, che a tenerla serrata.</l>
</verse>

<p style="text-align:right" id="preface-p14">F. T. P.</p>

<p style="font-size:80%" id="preface-p15"><i>LITTLE PARK
<br />     LYME REGIS:</i>
<br />MAY 1889</p>

<hr />
<pb n="1" id="preface-Page_1" />
<h2 id="preface-p15.4"><i>The Treasury of Sacred Song
<br /><a href="#notes-p0.4" id="preface-p15.6">Book First</a></i></h2>

</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Now gladdeth every living creáture" progress="2.42%" prev="preface" next="h002" id="h001">
<hymn id="h001-p0.1">
<h3 id="h001-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p7.2" id="h001-p0.3">I</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h001-p1">CHRIST'S NATIVITY</p>

<verse id="h001-p1.1">
<l id="h001-p1.2">Now gladdeth every living creáture,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.3">With bliss and comfortable gladnéss,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.4">The heaven's King is clad in our natúre,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.5">Us from the death with ransom to redress;</l>
<l id="h001-p1.6">The lamp of joy, that chases all darknéss,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.7">Ascended is to be the world's<note n="1" id="h001-p1.8"><i>world's</i>, a dissyllable</note> light,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.9">From every bale<note n="2" id="h001-p1.10"><i>bale</i>, sorrow</note> our boundés<note n="3" id="h001-p1.11"><i>boundes</i>, apparently boundaries of the earth</note> for to bliss,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.12">Born of the glorious Virgin Mary bright.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h001-p1.13">
<l id="h001-p1.14">Above the radiant heaven ethereal,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.15">The Court of Stars, the course of sun and moon,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.16">The potent Prince of Joy Imperial,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.17">The high surmounting Emperor abone<note n="4" id="h001-p1.18"><i>abone</i>, above</note>,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.19">Is coming from His mighty Father's throne</l>
<l id="h001-p1.20">In<note n="5" id="h001-p1.21"><i>in</i> earth, to</note> earth, with an inestimable light,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.22">And praised<note n="6" id="h001-p1.23">after <i>praised</i>, <i>is</i> omitted</note> of angels with a sweet intone;</l>
<l id="h001-p1.24">Born of the glorious Virgin Mary bright.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h001-p1.25">
<l id="h001-p1.26">Who ever in earth heard so blythe a story,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.27">Or tidings of so great felicity?</l>
<l id="h001-p1.28">As how the garthé<note n="7" id="h001-p1.29"><i>garthe</i>, literally <i>garden</i>; that which contains</note> of all grace and glory,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.30">For love and mercy hath ta'en humanity;</l>
<l id="h001-p1.31">Maker of angels, man, earth, heaven, and sea,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.32">And t' overcome our foe, and put to flight,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.33">Is coming a babe, full of benignity,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.34">Born of the glorious Virgin Mary bright.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h001-p1.35">
<l id="h001-p1.36">The sovereign senior of all celsitude<note n="8" id="h001-p1.37"><i>celsitude</i>, height</note>,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.38">That sits above the order'd Cherabin,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.39">Which all things creat, and all things does include,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.40">That never end shall, never did begin,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.41">But<note n="9" id="h001-p1.42"><i>but</i>, without</note> Whom is naught, from Whom no time does rin<note n="10" id="h001-p1.43"><i>rin</i>, run</note>,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.44">With Whom all good is, with Whom is every wight,</l>
<l id="h001-p1.45">Is with His wounds come for to wash our sin;</l>
<l id="h001-p1.46">Born of the most chaste Virgin Mary bright.</l>
</verse>

<author id="h001-p1.47">W. Dunbar</author>
<pb n="2" id="h001-Page_2" />
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When I look back, and in myself behold" progress="2.70%" prev="h001" next="h003" id="h002">
<hymn id="h002-p0.1">
<h3 id="h002-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p11.1" id="h002-p0.3">II</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h002-p1">YOUTH</p>

<verse id="h002-p1.1">
<l id="h002-p1.2">When I look back, and in myself behold</l>
<l id="h002-p1.3">The wandering ways, that youth could not descry:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.4">And mark'd the fearful course that youth did hold,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.5">And met in mind each step youth stray'd awry;</l>
<l id="h002-p1.6">My knees I bow, and from my heart I call,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.7">O L<small id="h002-p1.8">ORD</small>, forget these faults and follies all!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h002-p1.9">
<l id="h002-p1.10">For now I see, how void youth is of skill,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.11">I see also his prime time and his end:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.12">I do confess my faults and all my ill,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.13">And sorrow sore, for that I did offend.</l>
<l id="h002-p1.14">And with a mind repentant of all crimes</l>
<l id="h002-p1.15">Pardon I ask for youth, ten thousand times.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h002-p1.16">
<l id="h002-p1.17">The humble heart hath daunted the proud mind;</l>
<l id="h002-p1.18">Eke wisdom hath given ignorance a fall:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.19">And wit hath taught, that<note n="11" id="h002-p1.20"><i>that</i>, that which</note> folly could not find,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.21">And age hath youth her subject and her thrall.</l>
<l id="h002-p1.22">Therefore I pray, O L<small id="h002-p1.23">ORD</small> of life and truth,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.24">Pardon the faults committed in my youth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h002-p1.25">
<l id="h002-p1.26">Thou that didst grant the wise king his request:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.27">Thou that in Whale Thy prophet didst preserve:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.28">Thou that forgav'st the wounding of Thy breast:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.29">Thou that didst save the thief in state to sterve<note n="12" id="h002-p1.30"><i>sterve</i>, die</note>:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.31">Thou only G<small id="h002-p1.32">OD</small>, the giver of all grace:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.33">Wipe out of mind the path of youth's vain race.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h002-p1.34">
<l id="h002-p1.35">Thou that, by power, to life didst raise the dead:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.36">Thou that of grace restor'st the blind to sight:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.37">Thou that for love, Thy life and love out-bled:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.38">Thou that of favour mad'st the lame go right:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.39">Thou that canst heal, and help in all assays,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.40">Forgive the guilt, that grew in youth's vain ways.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h002-p1.41">
<l id="h002-p1.42">And now since I, with faith and doubtless mind,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.43">Do fly to Thee by prayer, to appease Thy ire:</l>
<l id="h002-p1.44">And since that Thee I only seek to find,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.45">And hope, by faith, to attain my just desire;</l>
<l id="h002-p1.46">L<small id="h002-p1.47">ORD</small>, mind no more youth's error and unskill,</l>
<l id="h002-p1.48">And able age to do Thy holy will.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h002-p2">T. Lord Vaux</p>
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</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The pleasant years that seem, so swift that run" progress="3.00%" prev="h002" next="h004" id="h003">
<hymn id="h003-p0.1">
<h3 id="h003-p0.2">III</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h003-p1">LIFE AND DEATH</p>

<verse id="h003-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h003-p1.2">The pleasant years that seem, so swift that run:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.3">The merry days to end, so fast that fleet:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.4">The joyful nights, of which day dawns so soon:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.5">The happy hours, which mo<note n="13" id="h003-p1.6"><i>mo</i>, more</note> do miss, than meet,</l>
<l id="h003-p1.7">Do all consume, as snow against the sun:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.8">And death makes end of all, that life begun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h003-p1.9">
<l class="t" id="h003-p1.10">Since death shall dure, till all the world be waste:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.11">What meaneth man to dread death then so sore?</l>
<l id="h003-p1.12">As man might make<note n="14" id="h003-p1.13"><i>make</i>, apparently, desire or aim</note>, that life should alway last,</l>
<l id="h003-p1.14">Without regard<note n="15" id="h003-p1.15"><i>regard</i>, regarding that</note>, the L<small id="h003-p1.16">ORD</small> hath led before</l>
<l id="h003-p1.17">The dance of death, which all must run on row:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.18">Though how, or when, the L<small id="h003-p1.19">ORD</small> alone doth know.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h003-p1.20">
<l class="t" id="h003-p1.21">If man would mind, what burdens life doth bring:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.22">What grievous crimes to G<small id="h003-p1.23">OD</small> he doth commit:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.24">What plagues, what pangs, what perils thereby spring:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.25">With no sure hour in all his days to sit:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.26">He would sure think, as with great cause I do:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.27">The day of death were better of the two.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h003-p1.28">
<l class="t" id="h003-p1.29">Death is a port, whereby we pass to joy:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.30">Life is a lake, that drowneth all in pain:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.31">Death is so dear, it ceaseth all annoy:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.32">Life is so lewd<note n="16" id="h003-p1.33"><i>lewd</i>, foolish</note>, that all it yields is vain.</l>
<l id="h003-p1.34">And as, by life, to bondage man is brought:</l>
<l id="h003-p1.35">E'en so likewise by death was freedom wrought.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h003-p2">Anon.</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings" progress="3.21%" prev="h003" next="h005" id="h004">
<hymn id="h004-p0.1">
<h3 id="h004-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p11.7" id="h004-p0.3">IV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h004-p1">AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE</p>

<verse id="h004-p1.1">
<l id="h004-p1.2">Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.3">From this base world unto thy heaven's height,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.4">Where I may see those admirable things</l>
<l id="h004-p1.5">Which there thou workest by thy sovereign might,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.6">Far above feeble reach of earthly sight,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.7">That I thereof an heavenly Hymn may sing</l>
<l id="h004-p1.8">Unto the G<small id="h004-p1.9">OD</small> of Love, high heaven's King.</l>
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</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.10">
<l id="h004-p1.11">Many lewd lays (ah! woe is me the more!)</l>
<l id="h004-p1.12">In praise of that mad fit which fools call love,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.13">I have in th' heat of youth made heretofore,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.14">That in light wits did loose affection move;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.15">But all those follies now I do reprove,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.16">And turnéd have the tenor of my string</l>
<l id="h004-p1.17">The heavenly praises of true love to sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.18">
<l id="h004-p1.19">And ye that wont with greedy vain desire</l>
<l id="h004-p1.20">To read my fault, and, wondering at my flame,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.21">To warm yourselves at my wide sparkling fire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.22">Sith now that heat is quenchéd, quench my blame,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.23">And in her ashes shroud my dying shame;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.24">For who my passéd follies now pursues,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.25">Begins his own, and my old fault renews.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.26">
<l id="h004-p1.27">B<small id="h004-p1.28">EFORE THIS WORLD</small>'<small id="h004-p1.29">S GREAT FRAME</small>, in which all things</l>
<l id="h004-p1.30">Are now contain'd, found any being-place,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.31">Ere flitting Time could wag his eyas<note n="17" id="h004-p1.32"><i>eyas</i>, new-fledged</note> wings</l>
<l id="h004-p1.33">About that mighty bound which doth embrace</l>
<l id="h004-p1.34">The rolling Spheres, and parts their hours by space,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.35">That High Eternal Power, which now doth move</l>
<l id="h004-p1.36">In all these things, moved in Itself by love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.37">
<l id="h004-p1.38">It loved Itself, because Itself was fair;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.39">(For fair is loved;) and of Itself begot,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.40">Like to Itself, His eldest Son and heir,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.41">Eternal, pure, and void of sinful blot,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.42">The firstling of His joy, in Whom no jot</l>
<l id="h004-p1.43">Of love's dislike or pride was to be found,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.44">Whom He therefore with equal honour crown'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.45">
<l id="h004-p1.46">With Him he reign'd, before all time prescribed,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.47">In endless glory and immortal might,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.48">Together with that Third from Them derived,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.49">Most wise, most holy, most almighty Spright!</l>
<l id="h004-p1.50">Whose kingdom's throne no thought of earthly wight</l>
<l id="h004-p1.51">Can comprehend, much less my trembling verse</l>
<l id="h004-p1.52">With equal words can hope it to rehearse.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.53">
<l id="h004-p1.54">Yet, O most blesséd Spirit! pure lamp of light,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.55">Eternal spring of grace and wisdom true,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.56">Vouchsafe to shed into my barren spright</l>
<l id="h004-p1.57">Some little drop of Thy celestial dew,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.58">That may my rhymes with sweet infuse imbrue<note n="18" id="h004-p1.59"><i>infuse imbrue</i>, colour with infusion</note>,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.60">And give me words equal unto my thought,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.61">To tell the marvels by Thy mercy wrought.</l>
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</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.62">
<l id="h004-p1.63">Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.64">And full of fruitful love, that loves to get</l>
<l id="h004-p1.65">Things like Himself, and to enlarge His race,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.66">His second brood, though not in power so great,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.67">Yet full of beauty, next He did beget</l>
<l id="h004-p1.68">An infinite increase of Angels bright,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.69">All glistering glorious in their Maker's light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.70">
<l id="h004-p1.71">To them the heaven's illimitable height</l>
<l id="h004-p1.72">(Not this round heaven, which we from hence behold,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.73">Adorn'd with thousand lamps of burning light,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.74">And with ten thousand gems of shining gold,)</l>
<l id="h004-p1.75">He gave as their inheritance to hold,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.76">That they might serve Him in eternal bliss,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.77">And be partakers of those joys of His.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.78">
<l id="h004-p1.79">There they in their trinal triplicities<note n="19" id="h004-p1.80">See <a href="#notes-p11.7" id="h004-p1.81">Note</a></note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.82">About Him wait, and on His will depend,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.83">Either with nimble wings to cut the skies,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.84">When He them on his messages doth send,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.85">Or on His own dread presence to attend,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.86">Where they behold the glory of His light,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.87">And carol Hymns of love both day and night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.88">
<l id="h004-p1.89">Both day, and night, is unto them all one;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.90">For He His beams doth still to them extend,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.91">That darkness there appeareth never none;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.92">Ne hath their day, ne hath their bliss, an end,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.93">But there their termless time in pleasure spend;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.94">Ne ever should their happiness decay,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.95">Had not they dared their Lord to disobey.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.96">
<l id="h004-p1.97">But pride, impatient of long resting peace,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.98">Did puff them up with greedy bold ambition,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.99">That they 'gan cast their state how to increase</l>
<l id="h004-p1.100">Above the fortune of their first condition,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.101">And sit in G<small id="h004-p1.102">OD</small>'s own seat without commission:</l>
<l id="h004-p1.103">The brightest Angel, ev'n the Child of Light,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.104">Drew millions more against their G<small id="h004-p1.105">OD</small> to fight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.106">
<l id="h004-p1.107">Th' Almighty, seeing their so bold assay,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.108">Kindled the flame of His consuming ire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.109">And with His only breath them blew away</l>
<l id="h004-p1.110">From heaven's height, to which they did aspire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.111">To deepest hell, and lake of damnéd fire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.112">Where they in darkness and dread horror dwell,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.113">Hating the happy light from which they fell.</l>
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</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.114">
<l id="h004-p1.115">So that next offspring of the Maker's love,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.116">Next to Himself in glorious degree,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.117">Degendering<note n="20" id="h004-p1.118"><i>degendering</i>, degenerating</note> to hate, fell from above</l>
<l id="h004-p1.119">Through pride, (for pride and love may ill agree),</l>
<l id="h004-p1.120">And now of sin to all ensample be:</l>
<l id="h004-p1.121">How then can sinful flesh itself assure,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.122">Since purest Angels fell to be impure?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.123">
<l id="h004-p1.124">But that Eternal Fount of love and grace,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.125">Still flowing forth His goodness unto all,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.126">Now seeing left a waste and empty place</l>
<l id="h004-p1.127">In His wide Palace, through those Angels' fall,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.128">Cast to supply the same, and to enstall</l>
<l id="h004-p1.129">A new unknowen Colony therein,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.130">Whose root from earth's base groundwork should begin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.131">
<l id="h004-p1.132">Therefore of clay, base, vile, and next to nought,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.133">Yet form'd by wondrous skill, and by His might,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.134">According to an heavenly pattern wrought,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.135">Which He had fashion'd in His wise foresight,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.136">He man did make, and breathed a living spright</l>
<l id="h004-p1.137">Into his face most beautiful and fair,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.138">Endued with wisdom's riches, heavenly, rare.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.139">
<l id="h004-p1.140">Such He him made, that he resemble might</l>
<l id="h004-p1.141">Himself, as mortal thing immortal could;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.142">Him to be Lord of every living wight</l>
<l id="h004-p1.143">He made by love out of His own like mould,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.144">In whom He might His mighty Self behold;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.145">For Love doth love the thing beloved to see,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.146">That like itself in lovely shape may be.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.147">
<l id="h004-p1.148">But man, forgetful of his Maker's grace</l>
<l id="h004-p1.149">No less than Angels whom he did ensue,<note n="21" id="h004-p1.150"><i>ensue</i>, follow after</note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.151">Fell from the hope of promised heavenly place,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.152">Into the mouth of death, to sinners due,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.153">And all his offspring into thraldom threw,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.154">Where they for ever should in bonds remain</l>
<l id="h004-p1.155">Of never-dead yet ever-dying pain;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.156">
<l id="h004-p1.157">Till that great L<small id="h004-p1.158">ORD</small> of Love, which him at first</l>
<l id="h004-p1.159">Made of mere love, and after likéd well,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.160">Seeing him lie like creature long accurst</l>
<l id="h004-p1.161">In that deep horror of despairéd hell,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.162">Him, wretch, in dool<note n="22" id="h004-p1.163"><i>dool</i>, sorrow</note> would let no longer dwell,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.164">But cast<note n="23" id="h004-p1.165"><i>cast</i>, considered how</note> out of that bondage to redeem,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.166">And pay the price, all were<note n="24" id="h004-p1.167"><i>all were</i>, although it were</note> his debt extreme.</l>
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</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.168">
<l id="h004-p1.169">Out of the bosom of eternal bliss,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.170">In which He reignéd with His glorious Sire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.171">He down descended, like a most demiss<note n="25" id="h004-p1.172"><i>demiss</i>, submissive</note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.173">And abject thrall, in flesh's frail attire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.174">That He for him might pay sin's deadly hire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.175">And him restore unto that happy state</l>
<l id="h004-p1.176">In which he stood before his hapless fate.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.177">
<l id="h004-p1.178">In flesh at first the guilt committed was,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.179">Therefore in flesh it must be satisfied;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.180">Nor Spirit, nor Angel, though they man surpass,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.181">Could make amends to G<small id="h004-p1.182">OD</small> for man's misguide<note n="26" id="h004-p1.183"><i>misguide</i>, sin</note>,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.184">But only man himself, who self did slide:</l>
<l id="h004-p1.185">So, taking flesh of sacred Virgin's womb,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.186">For man's dear sake He did a man become.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.187">
<l id="h004-p1.188">And that most blesséd Body, which was born</l>
<l id="h004-p1.189">Without all blemish or reproachful blame,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.190">He freely gave to be both rent and torn</l>
<l id="h004-p1.191">Of cruel hands, who with despiteful shame</l>
<l id="h004-p1.192">Reviling Him, that them most vile became<note n="27" id="h004-p1.193"><i>became</i>, suited</note>,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.194">At length Him nailéd on a gallow-tree,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.195">And slew the Just by most unjust decree.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.196">
<l id="h004-p1.197">O huge and most unspeakable impression</l>
<l id="h004-p1.198">Of love's deep wound, that pierced the piteous heart</l>
<l id="h004-p1.199">Of that dear L<small id="h004-p1.200">ORD</small> with so entire affection,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.201">And, sharply launching<note n="28" id="h004-p1.202"><i>launching</i>, lancing</note> every inner part,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.203">Dolours of death into His soul did dart,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.204">Doing Him die that never it deserved,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.205">To free His foes, that from His hest<note n="29" id="h004-p1.206"><i>hest</i>, command</note> had swerved!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.207">
<l id="h004-p1.208">What heart can feel least touch of so sore launch,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.209">Or thought can think the depth of so dear wound?</l>
<l id="h004-p1.210">Whose bleeding source their streams yet never staunch,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.211">But still do flow, and freshly still redound<note n="30" id="h004-p1.212"><i>redound</i>, flow freely</note>,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.213">To heal the sores of sinful souls unsound,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.214">And cleanse the guilt of that infected crime</l>
<l id="h004-p1.215">Which was enrooted in all fleshly slime.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.216">
<l id="h004-p1.217">O blesséd Well of Love! O Flower of Grace!</l>
<l id="h004-p1.218">O glorious Morning-Star! O Lamp of Light!</l>
<l id="h004-p1.219">Most lively image of Thy Father's face,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.220">Eternal King of Glory, L<small id="h004-p1.221">ORD</small> of Might,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.222">Meek Lamb of G<small id="h004-p1.223">OD</small>, before all worlds behight<note n="31" id="h004-p1.224"><i>behight</i>, ordained</note>,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.225">How can we Thee requite for all this good?</l>
<l id="h004-p1.226">Or what can prize<note n="32" id="h004-p1.227"><i>prize</i>, equal in value</note> that Thy most precious blood?</l>
<pb n="8" id="h004-Page_8" />
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.228">
<l id="h004-p1.229">Yet nought Thou ask'st in lieu of all this love,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.230">But love of us, for guerdon of Thy pain:</l>
<l id="h004-p1.231">Ay me! what can us less than that behove?<note n="33" id="h004-p1.232"><i>behove</i>, profit</note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.233">Had He required life of us again,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.234">Had it been wrong to ask His own with gain?</l>
<l id="h004-p1.235">He gave us life, He it restoréd, lost;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.236">Then life were least, that us so little cost.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.237">
<l id="h004-p1.238">But He our life hath left unto us free,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.239">Free that was thrall, and blesséd that was bann'd;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.240">Ne ought demands but that we loving be,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.241">As He Himself hath loved us afore-hand,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.242">And bound thereto with an eternal band,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.243">Him first to love that us so dearly bought,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.244">And next our brethren, to His image wrought.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.245">
<l id="h004-p1.246">Him first to love great right and reason is,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.247">Who first to us our life and being gave,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.248">And after, when we faréd had amiss,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.249">Us wretches from the second death did save;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.250">And last, the food of life, which now we have,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.251">Even He Himself, in His dear Sacrament,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.252">To feed our hungry souls, unto us lent.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.253">
<l id="h004-p1.254">Then next, to love our brethren, that were made</l>
<l id="h004-p1.255">Of that self mould, and that self Maker's hand,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.256">That we,<note n="34" id="h004-p1.257"><i>that we</i> [were]</note> and to the same again shall fade,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.258">Where they shall have like heritage of land,<note n="35" id="h004-p1.259"><i>land</i>, the grave</note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.260">However here on higher steps we stand,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.261">Which also were with self-same price redeem'd</l>
<l id="h004-p1.262">That we, however of us light esteem'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.263">
<l id="h004-p1.264">And were they not, yet since that loving L<small id="h004-p1.265">ORD</small></l>
<l id="h004-p1.266">Commanded us to love them for His sake,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.267">Ev'n for His sake, and for His sacred word,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.268">Which in His last bequest He to us spake,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.269">We should them love, and with their needs partake;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.270">Knowing that, whatsoe'er to them we give,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.271">We give to Him by Whom we all do live.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.272">
<l id="h004-p1.273">Such mercy He by His most holy rede<note n="36" id="h004-p1.274"><i>rede</i>, counsel</note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.275">Unto us taught, and to approve it true,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.276">Ensampled it by His most righteous deed,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.277">Shewing us mercy, (miserable crew!)</l>
<l id="h004-p1.278">That we the like should to the wretches shew,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.279">And love our brethren; thereby to approve</l>
<l id="h004-p1.280">How much, Himself that lovéd us, we love.</l>
<pb n="9" id="h004-Page_9" />
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.281">
<l id="h004-p1.282">Then rouse thyself, O Earth! out of thy soil,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.283">In which thou wallowest like to filthy swine,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.284">And dost thy mind in dirty pleasures moyle,<note n="37" id="h004-p1.285"><i>moyle</i>, defile</note></l>
<l id="h004-p1.286">Unmindful of that dearest L<small id="h004-p1.287">ORD</small> of thine;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.288">Lift up to Him thy heavy clouded eyne,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.289">That thou His sovereign bounty may'st behold,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.290">And read, through Love, His mercies manifold.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.291">
<l id="h004-p1.292">Begin from first, where He encradled was</l>
<l id="h004-p1.293">In simple cratch, wrapt in a wad of hay,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.294">Between the toilful Ox and humble Ass,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.295">And in what rags, and in how base array,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.296">The glory of our heavenly riches lay,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.297">When Him the silly<note n="38" id="h004-p1.298"><i>silly</i>, simple</note> Shepherds came to see,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.299">Whom greatest Princes sought on lowest knee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.300">
<l id="h004-p1.301">From thence read on the story of His life,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.302">His humble carriage, His unfaulty ways,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.303">His canker'd foes, His fights, His toil, His strife,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.304">His pains, His poverty, His sharp assays,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.305">Through which He past His miserable days,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.306">Offending none, and doing good to all,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.307">Yet being maliced<note n="39" id="h004-p1.308"><i>maliced</i>, evilly regarded</note> both of great and small.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.309">
<l id="h004-p1.310">And look at last, how of most wretched wights</l>
<l id="h004-p1.311">He taken was, betray'd and false accused;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.312">How with most scornful taunts, and fell despites,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.313">He was reviled, disgraced, and foul abused;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.314">How scourged, how crown'd, how buffeted, how bruised;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.315">And lastly, how 'twixt robbers crucified,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.316">With bitter wounds through hands, through feet, and side!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.317">
<l id="h004-p1.318">Then let thy flinty heart, that feels no pain,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.319">Empiercéd be with pitiful remorse,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.320">And let thy bowels bleed in every vein,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.321">At sight of His most sacred heavenly corse,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.322">So torn and mangled with malicious force;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.323">And let thy soul, whose sins His sorrows wrought,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.324">Melt into tears, and groan in grievéd thought.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.325">
<l id="h004-p1.326">With sense whereof, whilst so thy soften'd spirit</l>
<l id="h004-p1.327">Is inly touch'd, and humbled with meek zeal</l>
<l id="h004-p1.328">Through meditation of His endless merit,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.329">Lift up thy mind to th' Author of thy weal,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.330">And to His sovereign mercy do appeal;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.331">Learn Him to love, that lovéd thee so dear,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.332">And in thy breast His blesséd image bear.</l>
<pb n="10" id="h004-Page_10" />
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.333">
<l id="h004-p1.334">With all thy heart, with all thy soul and mind,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.335">Thou must Him love and His behests embrace;</l>
<l id="h004-p1.336">All other loves, with which the world doth blind</l>
<l id="h004-p1.337">Weak fancies, and stir up affections base,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.338">Thou must renounce and utterly displace,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.339">And give thyself unto Him full and free,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.340">That full and freely gave Himself to thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.341">
<l id="h004-p1.342">Then shalt thou feel thy spirit so possest,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.343">And ravish'd with devouring great desire</l>
<l id="h004-p1.344">Of His dear Self, that shall thy feeble breast</l>
<l id="h004-p1.345">Inflame with love, and set thee all on fire</l>
<l id="h004-p1.346">With burning zeal, through every part entire,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.347">That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.348">But in His sweet and amiable sight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.349">
<l id="h004-p1.350">Thenceforth all world's desire will in thee die,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.351">And all earth's glory, on which men do gaze,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.352">Seem dirt and dross in thy pure-sighted eye,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.353">Compared to that Celestial Beauty's blaze,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.354">Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense doth daze</l>
<l id="h004-p1.355">With admiration of their passing light,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.356">Blinding the eyes, and lumining the spright.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h004-p1.357">
<l id="h004-p1.358">Then shall thy ravish'd soul inspired be,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.359">With heavenly thoughts far above human skill,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.360">And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainly see</l>
<l id="h004-p1.361">Th' Idea of His pure glory present still</l>
<l id="h004-p1.362">Before thy face, that all thy spirits shall fill</l>
<l id="h004-p1.363">With sweet enragement<note n="40" id="h004-p1.364"><i>enragement</i>, rapture</note> of celestial Love,</l>
<l id="h004-p1.365">Kindled through sight of those fair things above.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h004-p2">E. Spenser</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust" progress="5.52%" prev="h004" next="h006" id="h005">
<hymn id="h005-p0.1">
<h3 id="h005-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p13.7" id="h005-p0.3">V</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h005-p1">ETERNAL LOVE</p>

<verse id="h005-p1.1">
<l id="h005-p1.2">Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust;</l>
<l id="h005-p1.3">And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;</l>
<l id="h005-p1.4">Grow rich in that which never taketh rust;</l>
<l id="h005-p1.5">Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.</l>
<pb n="11" id="h005-Page_11" />
</verse>

<verse id="h005-p1.6">
<l id="h005-p1.7">Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might</l>
<l id="h005-p1.8">To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;</l>
<l id="h005-p1.9">Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light,</l>
<l id="h005-p1.10">That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h005-p1.11">
<l id="h005-p1.12">O take fast hold; let that light be thy guide</l>
<l id="h005-p1.13">In this small course which birth draws out to death,</l>
<l id="h005-p1.14">And think how ill becometh him to slide,</l>
<l id="h005-p1.15">Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h005-p1.16">
<l id="h005-p1.17">Then farewell, world; thy uttermost I see:</l>
<l id="h005-p1.18">Eternal Love, maintain Thy life in me.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h005-p2">P. Sidney</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth" progress="5.65%" prev="h005" next="h007" id="h006">
<hymn id="h006-p0.1">
<h3 id="h006-p0.2">VI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h006-p1">SOUL AND BODY</p>

<verse id="h006-p1.1">
<l id="h006-p1.2">Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth,</l>
<l id="h006-p1.3">[Fool'd by]<note n="41" id="h006-p1.4"><i>Fool'd by</i>: others conjecture <i>foil'd by</i></note> these rebel powers that thee array,</l>
<l id="h006-p1.5">Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,</l>
<l id="h006-p1.6">Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h006-p1.7">
<l id="h006-p1.8">Why so large cost, having so short a lease,</l>
<l id="h006-p1.9">Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?</l>
<l id="h006-p1.10">Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,</l>
<l id="h006-p1.11">Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h006-p1.12">
<l id="h006-p1.13">Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,</l>
<l id="h006-p1.14">And let that pine to aggravate thy store;</l>
<l id="h006-p1.15">Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;</l>
<l id="h006-p1.16">Within be fed, without be rich no more:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h006-p1.17">
<l class="t" id="h006-p1.18">So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,</l>
<l class="t" id="h006-p1.19">And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h006-p2">W. Shakespeare</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O mighty God, Which for us men" progress="5.77%" prev="h006" next="h008" id="h007">
<hymn id="h007-p0.1">
<h3 id="h007-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p14.2" id="h007-p0.3">VII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h007-p1">A PRAYER</p>

<verse id="h007-p1.1">
<l id="h007-p1.2">O mighty G<small id="h007-p1.3">OD</small>, Which for us men</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.4">Didst suffer on the Cross</l>
<l id="h007-p1.5">The painful pangs of bitter death,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.6">To save our souls from loss,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.7">I yield Thee here most hearty thanks,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.8">In that Thou dost vouchsafe,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.9">Of me most vile and sinful wretch,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.10">So great regard to have.</l>
<pb n="12" id="h007-Page_12" />
<l id="h007-p1.11">Alas, none ever had more cause</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.12">To magnify Thy name,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.13">Than I, to whom Thy mercies shew'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.14">Do witness well the same.</l>
<l id="h007-p1.15">So many brunts<note n="42" id="h007-p1.16"><i>brunts</i>, assaults</note> of fretting foes</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.17">Who ever could withstand,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.18">If Thou had'st not protected me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.19">With Thy most holy hand?</l>
<l id="h007-p1.20">A thousand times in shameful sort</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.21">My sinful life had ended,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.22">If by Thy gracious goodness, L<small id="h007-p1.23">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.24">I had not been defended.</l>
<l id="h007-p1.25">In stinking pools of filthy vice</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.26">So deeply was I drown'd,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.27">That none there was but Thee alone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.28">To set my foot on ground.</l>
<l id="h007-p1.29">When as the fiend had led my soul</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.30">E'en to the gates of hell,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.31">Thou call'dst me back, and dost me choose</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.32">In heaven with Thee to dwell:--</l>
<l id="h007-p1.33">Let furies now fret on their fill,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.34">Let Satan rage, and roar,</l>
<l id="h007-p1.35">As long as Thou art on my side,</l>
<l class="t" id="h007-p1.36">What need I care for more?</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h007-p2">H. Gifford</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Here is the spring where waters flow" progress="5.95%" prev="h007" next="h009" id="h008">
<hymn id="h008-p0.1">
<h3 id="h008-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p15.2" id="h008-p0.3">VIII</a></h3>


<p class="argument" id="h008-p1">THE BIBLE</p>

<verse id="h008-p1.1">
<l id="h008-p1.2">Here is the spring where waters flow,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.3">To quench our heat of sin;</l>
<l id="h008-p1.4">Here is the tree where truth doth grow</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.5">To lead our lives therein;</l>
<l id="h008-p1.6">Here is the judge that stints<note n="43" id="h008-p1.7"><i>stints</i>, stays</note> the strife</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.8">When men's devises fail:</l>
<l id="h008-p1.9">Here is the bread that feeds the life</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.10">Which death cannot assail.</l>
<l id="h008-p1.11">The tidings of salvation dear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.12">Comes to our ears from hence;</l>
<l id="h008-p1.13">The fortress of our faith is here;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.14">The shield of our defence.</l>
<l id="h008-p1.15">Then be not like the hog that hath</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.16">A pearl at his desire,</l>
<pb n="13" id="h008-Page_13" />
<l id="h008-p1.17">And takes more pleasure in the trough</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.18">And wallowing in the mire.</l>
<l id="h008-p1.19">Read not this book in any case</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.20">But with a single eye:</l>
<l id="h008-p1.21">Read not, but first desire G<small id="h008-p1.22">OD</small>'s grace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.23">To understand thereby.</l>
<l id="h008-p1.24">Pray still in faith with this respect</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.25">To fructify therein;</l>
<l id="h008-p1.26">That knowledge may bring this effect,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.27">To mortify thy sin.</l>
<l id="h008-p1.28">Then happy thou in all thy life,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.29">Whatso to thee befalls;</l>
<l id="h008-p1.30">Yea, doubly happy shalt thou be</l>
<l class="t2" id="h008-p1.31">When G<small id="h008-p1.32">OD</small> by death thee calls.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h008-p2">Anon.</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet Music, sweeter far" progress="6.11%" prev="h008" next="h010" id="h009">
<hymn id="h009-p0.1">
<h3 id="h009-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p16.2" id="h009-p0.3">IX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h009-p1">A CAROL</p>

<verse id="h009-p1.1">
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.2">Sweet Music, sweeter far</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.3">Than any song is sweet:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.4">Sweet Music heavenly rare,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.5">Mine ears, (O peers<note n="44" id="h009-p1.6"><i>peers</i>, mates</note>) doth greet.</l>
<l id="h009-p1.7">Yon gentle flocks, whose fleeces, pearl'd with dew,</l>
<l id="h009-p1.8">Resemble heaven, whom golden drops make bright:</l>
<l id="h009-p1.9">Listen, O listen, now;--O not to you</l>
<l id="h009-p1.10">Our pipes make sport to shorten weary night:--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.11">But voices most divine</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.12">Make blissful harmony:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.13">Voices that seem to shine,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.14">For what else clears the sky?</l>
<l id="h009-p1.15">Tunes can we hear, but not the singers see;</l>
<l id="h009-p1.16">The tunes divine, and so the singers be.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h009-p1.17">
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.18">Lo, how the firmament</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.19">Within an azure fold</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.20">The flock of stars hath pent,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.21">That we might them behold.</l>
<l id="h009-p1.22">Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light,</l>
<l id="h009-p1.23">Nor can their crystals such reflection give.</l>
<l id="h009-p1.24">What then doth make the element<note n="45" id="h009-p1.25"><i>element</i>, ethereal sky</note> so bright?</l>
<l id="h009-p1.26">The heavens are come down upon earth to live.</l>
<pb n="14" id="h009-Page_14" />
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.27">But hearken to the song:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.28">Glory to glory's King,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.29">And peace all men among,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.30">These queristers do sing.</l>
<l id="h009-p1.31">Angels they are, as also (Shepherds) He,</l>
<l id="h009-p1.32">Whom in our fear we do admire to see.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h009-p1.33">
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.34">Let not amazement blind</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.35">Your souls, (said he) annoy:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.36">To you and all mankind,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.37">My message bringeth joy.</l>
<l id="h009-p1.38">For lo! the world's great Shepherd now is born,</l>
<l id="h009-p1.39">A blesséd babe, an infant full of power:</l>
<l id="h009-p1.40">After long night, up-risen is the morn,</l>
<l id="h009-p1.41">Renowning Bethlem in the Savïour.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.42">Sprung is the perfect day,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.43">By prophets seen afar:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.44">Sprung is the mirthful May,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h009-p1.45">Which Winter cannot mar.</l>
<l id="h009-p1.46">In David's city doth this Sun appear,</l>
<l id="h009-p1.47">Clouded in flesh;--yet, Shepherds! sit we here.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h009-p2">E. Bolton</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="As I in hoary Winter's night stood shivering in the snow" progress="6.37%" prev="h009" next="h011" id="h010">
<hymn id="h010-p0.1">
<h3 id="h010-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p17.2" id="h010-p0.3">X</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h010-p1">THE BURNING BABE</p>

<verse id="h010-p1.1">
<l id="h010-p1.2">As I in hoary Winter's night stood shivering in the snow,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.3">Surprised I was with sudden heat, which made my heart to glow;</l>
<l id="h010-p1.4">And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.5">A pretty Babe all burning bright, did in the air appear;</l>
<l id="h010-p1.6">Who, scorchéd with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.7">As though His floods should quench His flames which with His tears were fed;</l>
<l id="h010-p1.8">Alas! quoth He, but newly born, in fiery heats I fry<note n="46" id="h010-p1.9"><i>fry</i>, used of old for burn</note>,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.10">Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel My fire but I!</l>
<l id="h010-p1.11">My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.12">Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;</l>
<l id="h010-p1.13">The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals;</l>
<l id="h010-p1.14">The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiléd souls,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.15">For which, as now on fire I am, to work them to their good,</l>
<l id="h010-p1.16">So will I melt into a bath to wash them in My blood.</l>
<l id="h010-p1.17">--With this He vanish'd out of sight, and swiftly shrunk away,--</l>
<l id="h010-p1.18">And straight I calléd unto mind that it was Christmas-day.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h010-p2">R. Southwell</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child" progress="6.56%" prev="h010" next="h012" id="h011">
<hymn id="h011-p0.1">
<h3 id="h011-p0.2">XI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h011-p1">A CHILD MY CHOICE</p>

<verse id="h011-p1.1">
<l id="h011-p1.2">Let folly praise that<note n="47" id="h011-p1.3"><i>that</i>, what</note> fancy loves, I praise and love that Child</l>
<l id="h011-p1.4">Whose heart no thought, Whose tongue no word, Whose hand no deed defiled.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.5">I praise Him most, I love Him best, all praise and love is His;</l>
<l id="h011-p1.6">While Him I love, in Him I live, and cannot live amiss.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.7">Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light,</l>
<l id="h011-p1.8">To love Him life, to leave Him death, to live in Him delight.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.9">He mine by gift, I His by debt, thus each to other due,</l>
<l id="h011-p1.10">First friend He was, best friend He is, all times will try Him true.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.11">Though young, yet wise, though small, yet strong; though man, yet G<small id="h011-p1.12">OD</small> He is;</l>
<l id="h011-p1.13">As wise He knows, as strong He can, as G<small id="h011-p1.14">OD</small> He loves to bliss.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.15">His knowledge rules, His strength defends, His love doth cherish all;</l>
<l id="h011-p1.16">His birth our joy, His life our light, His death our end of thrall.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.17">Alas! He weeps, He sighs, He pants, yet do His angels sing;</l>
<l id="h011-p1.18">Out of His tears, His sighs and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring.</l>
<l id="h011-p1.19">Almighty Babe, Whose tender arms can force all foes to fly,</l>
<l id="h011-p1.20">Correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die!</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Gracious God, O Saviour sweet" progress="6.75%" prev="h011" next="h013" id="h012">
<hymn id="h012-p0.1">
<h3 id="h012-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p19.2" id="h012-p0.3">XII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h012-p1">O THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE</p>

<verse id="h012-p1.1">
<l id="h012-p1.2">O Gracious G<small id="h012-p1.3">OD</small>, O Saviour sweet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.4">O J<small id="h012-p1.5">ESUS</small>, think on me,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.6">And suffer me to kiss Thy feet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.7">Though late I come to Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.8">
<l id="h012-p1.9">Behold, dear L<small id="h012-p1.10">ORD</small>, I come to Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.11">With sorrow and with shame,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.12">For when Thy bitter wounds I see,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.13">I know I caused the same.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.14">
<l id="h012-p1.15">Sweet J<small id="h012-p1.16">ESU</small>, who shall lend me wings</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.17">Of peace and perfect love,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.18">That I may rise from earthly things</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.19">To rest with Thee above?</l>
<pb n="14" id="h012-Page_14" />
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.20">
<l id="h012-p1.21">For sin and sorrow overflow</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.22">All earthly things so high,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.23">That I can find no rest below,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.24">But unto Thee I fly.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.25">
<l id="h012-p1.26">Wherefore my soul doth loathe the things</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.27">Which gave it once delight,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.28">And unto Thee, the King of kings,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.29">Would mount with all her might.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.30">
<l id="h012-p1.31">And yet the weight of flesh and blood</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.32">Doth so my wings restrain,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.33">That oft I strive and gain no good,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.34">But rise, to fall again.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.35">
<l id="h012-p1.36">Yet when this fleshly misery</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.37">Is master'd by the mind,</l>
<l id="h012-p1.38">I cry, 'avaunt, all vanity':</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.39">And 'Satan, stand behind.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.40">
<l id="h012-p1.41">So thus, sweet L<small id="h012-p1.42">ORD</small>, I fly about</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.43">In weak and weary case</l>
<l id="h012-p1.44">Like the lone dove which Noah sent [out],</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.45">And found no resting place.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h012-p1.46">
<l id="h012-p1.47">My weary wings, sweet J<small id="h012-p1.48">ESU</small>, mark,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.49">And when Thou thinkest best</l>
<l id="h012-p1.50">Stretch forth Thy arm from out the ark,</l>
<l class="t" id="h012-p1.51">And take me to Thy rest.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h012-p2">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Heavenly Messias, (sweet anointed King" progress="6.96%" prev="h012" next="h014" id="h013">
<hymn id="h013-p0.1">
<h3 id="h013-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p20.2" id="h013-p0.3">XIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h013-p0.4">
<l id="h013-p0.5">Heavenly Messias, (sweet anointed King,</l>
<l class="t" id="h013-p0.6">Whose glory round about the world doth reach,</l>
<l class="t" id="h013-p0.7">Which every beast, plant, rock, and river teach,</l>
<l id="h013-p0.8">And airy birds like Angels ever sing,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h013-p0.9">
<l id="h013-p0.10">And every gale of wind in gusts doth bring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h013-p0.11">And every man with reason ever preach),</l>
<l class="t" id="h013-p0.12">Behold, behold that lamentable breach,</l>
<l id="h013-p0.13">Which (my distresséd conscience to sting)</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h013-p0.14">
<l id="h013-p0.15">False spiteful Satan in my soul doth make:</l>
<l class="t" id="h013-p0.16">Oh, (sweet Messias), lend some gracious oil</l>
<l id="h013-p0.17">To cure that wound, e'en for Thy mercy's sake:</l>
<l class="t" id="h013-p0.18">Lest (by that breach) Thy temple he despoil.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h013-p0.19">
<l id="h013-p0.20">Help, help; my conscience thither him doth lead;</l>
<l id="h013-p0.21">And he will come, if Thou bruise not his head.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h013-p1">B. Barnes</p>
<pb n="17" id="h013-Page_17" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Who to the golden Sun's long restless race" progress="7.07%" prev="h013" next="h015" id="h014">
<hymn id="h014-p0.1">
<h3 id="h014-p0.2">XIV</h3>

<verse id="h014-p0.3">
<l id="h014-p0.4">Who to the golden Sun's long restless race</l>
<l class="t" id="h014-p0.5">Can limits set? What vessel can comprise</l>
<l class="t" id="h014-p0.6">The swelling winds? what cunning can devise</l>
<l id="h014-p0.7">(With quaint Arithmetic) in steadfast place</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h014-p0.8">
<l id="h014-p0.9">To number all the stars in heaven's paláce?</l>
<l class="t" id="h014-p0.10">What cunning Artist ever was so wise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h014-p0.11">Who, (by the stars and planets), could advise</l>
<l id="h014-p0.12">Of all adventures the just course and case?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h014-p0.13">
<l id="h014-p0.14">Who measured hath the waters of the seas?</l>
<l class="t" id="h014-p0.15">Who ever (in just balance) poised the air?</l>
<l id="h014-p0.16">As no man ever could the least of these</l>
<l class="t" id="h014-p0.17">Perform with human labour, strength and care,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h014-p0.18">
<l id="h014-p0.19">So who shall strive in volumes to contain</l>
<l id="h014-p0.20">G<small id="h014-p0.21">OD</small>'s praise ineffable, contends in vain.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Triumphant conqueror of death and hell" progress="7.18%" prev="h014" next="h016" id="h015">
<hymn id="h015-p0.1">
<h3 id="h015-p0.2">XV</h3>

<verse id="h015-p0.3">
<l id="h015-p0.4">Triumphant conqueror of death and hell,</l>
<l class="t" id="h015-p0.5">Behold what legions (though in vain) conspire,</l>
<l class="t" id="h015-p0.6">Thy Temple militant to set on fire,</l>
<l id="h015-p0.7">And Saints which in Thy sanctuary dwell</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h015-p0.8">
<l id="h015-p0.9">To burn, whilst they against Thy power rebel:</l>
<l class="t" id="h015-p0.10">See how like bloody tyrants they desire</l>
<l class="t" id="h015-p0.11">Ambitiously to rise, and mount up higher,</l>
<l id="h015-p0.12">Like Lucifer which to perdition fell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h015-p0.13">
<l id="h015-p0.14">Their forces are addrest against Thy Saints,</l>
<l class="t" id="h015-p0.15">Break thou their bows, knap Thou their spears in sunder:</l>
<l id="h015-p0.16">I know their spirit at Thy presence faints,</l>
<l class="t" id="h015-p0.17">Against their Cannon plant Thy dreadful thunder,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h015-p0.18">
<l id="h015-p0.19">Thy thunderbolts against their bullets dash,</l>
<l id="h015-p0.20">And on their beavers<note n="48" id="h015-p0.21"><i>beaver</i>, helmet</note> bright let lightning flash.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hierusalem, my happy home" progress="7.30%" prev="h015" next="h017" id="h016">
<hymn id="h016-p0.1">
<h3 id="h016-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p21.2" id="h016-p0.3">XVI</a></h3>

<verse id="h016-p0.4">
<l id="h016-p0.5">Hierusalem, my happy home,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.6">When shall I come to thee?</l>
<l id="h016-p0.7">When shall my sorrows have an end,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.8">Thy joys when shall I see?</l>
<pb n="18" id="h016-Page_18" />
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.9">
<l id="h016-p0.10">O happy harbour of the Saints!</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.11">O sweet and pleasant soil!</l>
<l id="h016-p0.12">In thee no sorrow may be found,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.13">No grief, no care, no toil.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.14">
<l id="h016-p0.15">There lust and lucre cannot dwell,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.16">There envy bears no sway;</l>
<l id="h016-p0.17">There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.18">But pleasure every way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.19">
<l id="h016-p0.20">Thy walls are made of precious stones,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.21">Thy bulwarks diamonds square;</l>
<l id="h016-p0.22">Thy gates are of right orient pearl,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.23">Exceeding rich and rare.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.24">
<l id="h016-p0.25">Thy turrets and thy pinnacles</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.26">With carbuncles do shine;</l>
<l id="h016-p0.27">Thy very streets are paved with gold,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.28">Surpassing clear and fine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.29">
<l id="h016-p0.30">Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.31">Would G<small id="h016-p0.32">OD</small> I were in thee!</l>
<l id="h016-p0.33">Would G<small id="h016-p0.34">OD</small> my woes were at an end,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.35">Thy joys that I might see!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.36">
<l id="h016-p0.37">Thy gardens and thy gallant walks</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.38">Continually are green,</l>
<l id="h016-p0.39">There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.40">As nowhere else are seen.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.41">
<l id="h016-p0.42">Quite through the streets, with silver sound,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.43">The flood of Life doth flow;</l>
<l id="h016-p0.44">Upon whose banks on every side</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.45">The wood of Life doth grow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.46">
<l id="h016-p0.47">There trees for evermore bear fruit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.48">And evermore do spring;</l>
<l id="h016-p0.49">There evermore the angels sit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.50">And evermore do sing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.51">
<l id="h016-p0.52">Our Lady sings <i>Magnificat</i></l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.53">With tones surpassing sweet;</l>
<l id="h016-p0.54">And all the virgins bear their part,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.55">Sitting about her feet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h016-p0.56">
<l id="h016-p0.57">Hierusalem, my happy home,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.58">Would G<small id="h016-p0.59">OD</small> I were in thee!</l>
<l id="h016-p0.60">Would G<small id="h016-p0.61">OD</small> my woes were at an end,</l>
<l class="t" id="h016-p0.62">Thy joys that I might see!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h016-p1">Anon.</p>
<pb n="19" id="h016-Page_19" />

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay" progress="7.55%" prev="h016" next="h018" id="h017">
<hymn id="h017-p0.1">
<h3 id="h017-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p22.2" id="h017-p0.3">XVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h017-p0.4">
<l id="h017-p0.5">Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay?</l>
<l class="t" id="h017-p0.6">Repair me now; for now mine end doth haste,</l>
<l class="t" id="h017-p0.7">I run to Death, and Death meets me as fast,</l>
<l id="h017-p0.8">And all my pleasures are like yesterday.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h017-p0.9">
<l id="h017-p0.10">I dare not move my dim eyes any way,</l>
<l class="t" id="h017-p0.11">Despair behind, and Death before doth cast</l>
<l class="t" id="h017-p0.12">Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste</l>
<l id="h017-p0.13">By sin in it, which it towards Hell doth weigh:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h017-p0.14">
<l id="h017-p0.15">Only Thou art above, and when towards Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h017-p0.16">By Thy leave I can look, I rise again;</l>
<l id="h017-p0.17">But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h017-p0.18">That not one hour myself I can sustain:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h017-p0.19">
<l id="h017-p0.20">Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art,</l>
<l id="h017-p0.21">And Thou like adamant<note n="49" id="h017-p0.22"><i>adamant</i>, magnet</note> draw mine iron heart.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h017-p1">J. Donne</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="As due by many titles, I resign" progress="7.66%" prev="h017" next="h019" id="h018">
<hymn id="h018-p0.1">
<h3 id="h018-p0.2">XVIII</h3>

<verse id="h018-p0.3">
<l id="h018-p0.4">As due by many titles, I resign</l>
<l class="t" id="h018-p0.5">Myself to Thee, O G<small id="h018-p0.6">OD</small>. First, I was made</l>
<l class="t" id="h018-p0.7">By Thee and for Thee, and when I was decay'd,</l>
<l id="h018-p0.8">Thy blood bought that the which before was Thine;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h018-p0.9">
<l id="h018-p0.10">I am Thy son, made with Thyself to shine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h018-p0.11">Thy servant, whose pains Thou hast still repaid,</l>
<l class="t" id="h018-p0.12">Thy sheep, Thine image, and, till I betray'd</l>
<l id="h018-p0.13">Myself, a temple of Thy Spirit divine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h018-p0.14">
<l id="h018-p0.15">Why doth the devil, then, usurp on me?</l>
<l class="t" id="h018-p0.16">Why doth he steal, nay ravish that's Thy right?</l>
<l id="h018-p0.17">Except Thou rise, and for Thine own work fight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h018-p0.18">Oh, I shall soon despair, when I do see</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h018-p0.19">
<l id="h018-p0.20">That Thou lov'st mankind well, yet will not choose me,</l>
<l id="h018-p0.21">And Satan hates me, yet is loth to loose me.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="At the round earth's imagined corners blow" progress="7.77%" prev="h018" next="h020" id="h019">
<hymn id="h019-p0.1">
<h3 id="h019-p0.2">XIX</h3>

<verse id="h019-p0.3">
<l id="h019-p0.4">At the round earth's imagined corners blow</l>
<l class="t" id="h019-p0.5">Your trumpets, Angels; and arise, arise</l>
<l class="t" id="h019-p0.6">From death, you numberless infinities</l>
<l id="h019-p0.7">Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go,</l>
<pb n="20" id="h019-Page_20" />
</verse>

<verse id="h019-p0.8">
<l id="h019-p0.9">All whom the Flood did, and Fire shall, o'erthrow;</l>
<l class="t" id="h019-p0.10">All whom Death, war, age, agues, tyrannies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h019-p0.11">Despair, law, chance hath slain; and you whose eyes</l>
<l id="h019-p0.12">Shall behold G<small id="h019-p0.13">OD</small>, and never taste death's woe;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h019-p0.14">
<l id="h019-p0.15">But let them sleep, L<small id="h019-p0.16">ORD</small>, and me mourn a space;</l>
<l class="t" id="h019-p0.17">For if above all those my sins abound,</l>
<l id="h019-p0.18">'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,</l>
<l class="t" id="h019-p0.19">When we are there. Here on this lowly ground</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h019-p0.20">
<l id="h019-p0.21">Teach me how to repent; for that's as good</l>
<l id="h019-p0.22">As if Thou'dst seal'd my pardon with my blood.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun" progress="7.89%" prev="h019" next="h021" id="h020">
<hymn id="h020-p0.1">
<h3 id="h020-p0.2">XX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h020-p1">A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER</p>

<verse id="h020-p1.1">
<l id="h020-p1.2">Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,</l>
<l class="t" id="h020-p1.3">Which was my sin, though it were done before?</l>
<l id="h020-p1.4">Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run</l>
<l class="t" id="h020-p1.5">And do run still, though still I do deplore?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h020-p1.6">When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h020-p1.7">For I have more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h020-p1.8">
<l id="h020-p1.9">Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won</l>
<l class="t" id="h020-p1.10">Others to sin, and made my sins their door<note n="50" id="h020-p1.11"><i>door</i>: by which others entered into sin</note>?</l>
<l id="h020-p1.12">Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun</l>
<l class="t" id="h020-p1.13">A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h020-p1.14">When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h020-p1.15">For I have more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h020-p1.16">
<l id="h020-p1.17">I have a sin of fear, that when I have<note n="51" id="h020-p1.18">pronounce <i>I've</i></note> spun</l>
<l class="t" id="h020-p1.19">My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;</l>
<l id="h020-p1.20">But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son</l>
<l class="t" id="h020-p1.21">Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h020-p1.22">And having done that, Thou hast done;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h020-p1.23">I fear no more.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lo, when back mine eye" progress="8.03%" prev="h020" next="h022" id="h021">
<hymn id="h021-p0.1">
<h3 id="h021-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p24.2" id="h021-p0.3">XXI</a></h3>

<verse id="h021-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.5">Lo, when back mine eye,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h021-p0.6">Pilgrim-like I cast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.7">What fearful ways I spy,</l>
<l id="h021-p0.8">Which, blinded, I securely past!</l>
<pb n="21" id="h021-Page_21" />
</verse>

<verse id="h021-p0.9">
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.10">But now heaven hath drawn</l>
<l class="t2" id="h021-p0.11">From my brows that night;</l>
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.12">As when the day doth dawn,</l>
<l id="h021-p0.13">So clears my long-imprison'd sight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h021-p0.14">
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.15">Straight the Caves of Hell</l>
<l class="t2" id="h021-p0.16">Dress'd with flowers I see,</l>
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.17">Wherein False Pleasures dwell,</l>
<l id="h021-p0.18">That, winning most, most deadly be.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h021-p0.19">
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.20">Throngs of maskéd fiends,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h021-p0.21">Wing'd like angels, fly;</l>
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.22">E'en in the gates of friends,</l>
<l id="h021-p0.23">In fair disguise black dangers lie.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h021-p0.24">
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.25">Straight to heaven I raised</l>
<l class="t2" id="h021-p0.26">My restoréd sight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.27">And with loud voice I praised</l>
<l id="h021-p0.28">The L<small id="h021-p0.29">ORD</small> of ever-during light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h021-p0.30">
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.31">And since I had stray'd</l>
<l class="t2" id="h021-p0.32">From His ways so wide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h021-p0.33">His grace I humbly pray'd</l>
<l id="h021-p0.34">Henceforth to be my guard and guide.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h021-p1">T. Campion</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="View me, Lord, a work of Thine" progress="8.16%" prev="h021" next="h023" id="h022">
<hymn id="h022-p0.1">
<h3 id="h022-p0.2">XXII</h3>

<verse id="h022-p0.3">
<l id="h022-p0.4">View me, L<small id="h022-p0.5">ORD</small>, a work of Thine!</l>
<l id="h022-p0.6">Shall I then lie drown'd in night?</l>
<l id="h022-p0.7">Might Thy grace in me but shine,</l>
<l id="h022-p0.8">I should seem made all of light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h022-p0.9">
<l id="h022-p0.10">But my soul still surfeits so</l>
<l id="h022-p0.11">On the poison'd baits of sin,</l>
<l id="h022-p0.12">That I strange and ugly grow;</l>
<l id="h022-p0.13">All is dark and foul within.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h022-p0.14">
<l id="h022-p0.15">Cleanse me, L<small id="h022-p0.16">ORD</small>, that I may kneel</l>
<l id="h022-p0.17">At Thine altar, pure and white:</l>
<l id="h022-p0.18">They that once Thy mercies feel,</l>
<l id="h022-p0.19">Gaze no more on earth's delight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h022-p0.20">
<l id="h022-p0.21">Worldly joys, like shadows, fade</l>
<l id="h022-p0.22">When the heavenly light appears;</l>
<l id="h022-p0.23">But the covenants Thou hast made,</l>
<l id="h022-p0.24">Endless, know nor days nor years.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h022-p0.25">
<l id="h022-p0.26">In Thy Word, L<small id="h022-p0.27">ORD</small>, is my trust,</l>
<l id="h022-p0.28">To Thy mercies fast I fly;</l>
<l id="h022-p0.29">Though I am but clay and dust,</l>
<l id="h022-p0.30">Yet Thy grace can lift me high!</l>
<pb n="22" id="h022-Page_22" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Seek the Lord, and in His ways perséver" progress="8.28%" prev="h022" next="h024" id="h023">
<hymn id="h023-p0.1">
<h3 id="h023-p0.2">XXIII</h3>

<verse id="h023-p0.3">
<l id="h023-p0.4">Seek the L<small id="h023-p0.5">ORD</small>, and in His ways perséver!</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.6">O faint not, but as eagles fly,</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.7">For His steep hill is high!</l>
<l id="h023-p0.8">Then striving gain the top and triumph ever!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h023-p0.9">
<l id="h023-p0.10">When with glory there thy brows are crownéd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.11">New joys so shall abound in thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.12">Such sights thy soul shall see,</l>
<l id="h023-p0.13">That worldly thoughts shall by their beams be drownéd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h023-p0.14">
<l id="h023-p0.15">Farewell, World, thou mass of mere confusion!</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.16">False light, with many shadows dimm'd!</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.17">Old witch, with new foils trimm'd!</l>
<l id="h023-p0.18">Thou deadly sleep of soul, and charm'd illusion!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h023-p0.19">
<l id="h023-p0.20">I the King will seek, of kings adoréd;</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.21">Spring of light; tree of grace and bliss,</l>
<l class="t" id="h023-p0.22">Whose fruit so sovereign is</l>
<l id="h023-p0.23">That all who taste it are from death restoréd.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="To music bent is my retired mind" progress="8.40%" prev="h023" next="h025" id="h024">
<hymn id="h024-p0.1">
<h3 id="h024-p0.2">XXIV</h3>

<verse id="h024-p0.3">
<l id="h024-p0.4">To music bent is my retired mind,</l>
<l id="h024-p0.5">And fain would I some song of pleasure sing;</l>
<l id="h024-p0.6">But in vain joys no comfort now I find;</l>
<l id="h024-p0.7">From heavenly thoughts all true delight doth spring:</l>
<l id="h024-p0.8">Thy power, O G<small id="h024-p0.9">OD</small>, Thy mercies to record,</l>
<l id="h024-p0.10">Will sweeten every note and every word.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h024-p0.11">
<l id="h024-p0.12">All earthly pomp or beauty to express</l>
<l id="h024-p0.13">Is but to carve in snow, on waves to write;</l>
<l id="h024-p0.14">Celestial things, though men conceive them less,</l>
<l id="h024-p0.15">Yet fullest are they in themselves of light:</l>
<l id="h024-p0.16">Such beams they yield as know no means to die;</l>
<l id="h024-p0.17">Such heat they cast as lifts the spirit high.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore" progress="8.49%" prev="h024" next="h026" id="h025">
<hymn id="h025-p0.1">
<h3 id="h025-p0.2">XXV</h3>

<verse id="h025-p0.3">
<l id="h025-p0.4">Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,</l>
<l id="h025-p0.5">Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more,</l>
<l id="h025-p0.6">Than  my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast.</l>
<l id="h025-p0.7">O come quickly, sweetest L<small id="h025-p0.8">ORD</small>, and take my soul to rest!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h025-p0.9">
<l id="h025-p0.10">Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise,</l>
<l id="h025-p0.11">Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:</l>
<l id="h025-p0.12">Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blesséd only see.</l>
<l id="h025-p0.13">O come quickly, glorious L<small id="h025-p0.14">ORD</small>, and raise my sprite to Thee!</l>
<pb n="23" id="h025-Page_23" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Let not the sluggish sleep" progress="8.58%" prev="h025" next="h027" id="h026">
<hymn id="h026-p0.1">
<h3 id="h026-p0.2">XXVI</h3>

<verse id="h026-p0.3">
<l id="h026-p0.4">Let not the sluggish sleep</l>
<l class="t" id="h026-p0.5">Close up thy waking eye,</l>
<l id="h026-p0.6">Until with judgment deep</l>
<l class="t" id="h026-p0.7">Thy daily deeds thou try:</l>
<l id="h026-p0.8">He that one sin in conscience keeps</l>
<l class="t" id="h026-p0.9">When he to quiet goes,</l>
<l id="h026-p0.10">More vent'rous is than he that sleeps</l>
<l class="t" id="h026-p0.11">With twenty mortal foes!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h026-p1">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="If I could shut the gate against my thoughts" progress="8.62%" prev="h026" next="h028" id="h027">
<hymn id="h027-p0.1">
<h3 id="h027-p0.2"><a href="#n027" id="h027-p0.3">XXVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h027-p0.4">
<l id="h027-p0.5">If I could shut the gate against my thoughts</l>
<l class="t" id="h027-p0.6">And keep out sorrow from this room within,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.7">Or memory could cancel all the notes</l>
<l class="t" id="h027-p0.8">Of my misdeeds, and I unthink my sin:</l>
<l id="h027-p0.9">How free, how clear, how clean my soul should lie,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.10">Discharged of such a loathsome company!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h027-p0.11">
<l id="h027-p0.12">Or were there other rooms without my heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h027-p0.13">That did not to my conscience join so near,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.14">Where I might lodge the thoughts of sin apart</l>
<l class="t" id="h027-p0.15">That I might not their clamorous crying hear,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.16">What peace, what joy, what ease should I possess,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.17">Freed from their horrors that my soul oppress!</l>
</verse>


<verse id="h027-p0.18">
<l id="h027-p0.19">But, O my Saviour, Who my refuge art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h027-p0.20">Let Thy dear mercies stand 'twixt them and me,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.21">And be the wall to separate my heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h027-p0.22">So that I may at length repose me free;</l>
<l id="h027-p0.23">That peace, and joy, and rest may be within,</l>
<l id="h027-p0.24">And I remain divided from my sin.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h027-p1">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I sing the Birth was born to-night" progress="8.76%" prev="h027" next="h029" id="h028">
<hymn id="h028-p0.1">
<h3 id="h028-p0.2">XXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h028-p1">THE NATIVITY</p>

<verse id="h028-p1.1">
<l id="h028-p1.2">I sing the Birth was born to-night,</l>
<l id="h028-p1.3">The Author both of life and light;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h028-p1.4">The angels so did sound it:--</l>
<l id="h028-p1.5">And like the ravish'd shepherds said,</l>
<l id="h028-p1.6">Who saw the light, and were afraid,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h028-p1.7">Yet search'd, and true they found it.</l>
<pb n="24" id="h028-Page_24" />
</verse>

<verse id="h028-p1.8">
<l id="h028-p1.9">The Son of G<small id="h028-p1.10">OD</small>, the eternal King,</l>
<l id="h028-p1.11">That did us all salvation bring,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h028-p1.12">And freed the soul from danger;</l>
<l id="h028-p1.13">He whom the whole world could not take,</l>
<l id="h028-p1.14">The Word, which heaven and earth did make,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h028-p1.15">Was now laid in a manger.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h028-p1.16">
<l id="h028-p1.17">What comfort by Him do we win,</l>
<l id="h028-p1.18">Who made Himself the price of sin,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h028-p1.19">To make us heirs of glory!</l>
<l id="h028-p1.20">To see this Babe, all innocence,</l>
<l id="h028-p1.21">A martyr born in our defence!--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h028-p1.22">Can man forget this story?</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h028-p2">B. Jonson</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hear me, O God" progress="8.88%" prev="h028" next="h030" id="h029">
<hymn id="h029-p0.1">
<h3 id="h029-p0.2">XXIX</h3>

<verse id="h029-p0.3">
<l id="h029-p0.4">Hear me, O G<small id="h029-p0.5">OD</small>!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.6">A broken heart</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.7">Is my best part:</l>
<l id="h029-p0.8">Use still Thy rod,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.9">That I may prove</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.10">Therein Thy love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h029-p0.11">
<l id="h029-p0.12">If Thou hadst not</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.13">Been stern to me,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.14">But left me free,</l>
<l id="h029-p0.15">I had forgot</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.16">Myself and Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h029-p0.17">
<l id="h029-p0.18">For sin's so sweet,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.19">As minds ill bent</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.20">Rarely repent,</l>
<l id="h029-p0.21">Until they meet</l>
<l class="t2" id="h029-p0.22">Their punishment.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="More oft than once Death whisper'd in mine ear" progress="8.93%" prev="h029" next="h031" id="h030">
<hymn id="h030-p0.1">
<h3 id="h030-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p25.4" id="h030-p0.3">XXX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h030-p1">DEATH'S LAST WILL</p>

<verse id="h030-p1.1">
<l id="h030-p1.2">More oft than once Death whisper'd in mine ear,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.3">Grave what thou hears in diämond and gold,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.4">I am that monarch whom all monarchs fear,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.5">Who hath in dust their far-stretch'd pride uproll'd;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h030-p1.6">
<l id="h030-p1.7">All, all is mine beneath moon's silver sphere,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.8">And nought, save virtue, can my power withhold:</l>
<l id="h030-p1.9">This, not believed, experience true thee told,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.10">By danger late when I to thee came near.</l>
<pb n="25" id="h030-Page_25" />
</verse>

<verse id="h030-p1.11">
<l id="h030-p1.12">As bugbear then my visage I did show,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.13">That of my horrors thou right use might'st make,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.14">And a more sacred path of living take:--</l>
<l id="h030-p1.15">Now still walk arméd for my ruthless blow:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h030-p1.16">
<l id="h030-p1.17">Trust flattering life no more, redeem time past,</l>
<l id="h030-p1.18">And live each day as if it were thy last.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h030-p2">W. Drummond</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="As are those apples, pleasant to the eye" progress="9.05%" prev="h030" next="h032" id="h031">
<hymn id="h031-p0.1">
<h3 id="h031-p0.2">XXXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h031-p1">HYPOCRISY</p>

<verse id="h031-p1.1">
<l id="h031-p1.2">As are those apples, pleasant to the eye,</l>
<l id="h031-p1.3">But full of smoke within, which use to grow</l>
<l id="h031-p1.4">Near that strange lake, where G<small id="h031-p1.5">OD</small> pour'd from the sky</l>
<l id="h031-p1.6">Huge showers of flames, worse flames to overthrow;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h031-p1.7">
<l id="h031-p1.8">Such are their works that with a glaring show</l>
<l id="h031-p1.9">Of humble holiness, in virtue's dye</l>
<l id="h031-p1.10">Would colour mischief, while within they glow</l>
<l id="h031-p1.11">With coals of sin, though none the smoke descry.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h031-p1.12">
<l id="h031-p1.13">Ill is that angel which erst fell from heaven,</l>
<l id="h031-p1.14">But not more ill than he, nor in worse case,</l>
<l id="h031-p1.15">Who hides a traitorous mind with smiling face,</l>
<l id="h031-p1.16">And with a dove's white feather masks a raven.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h031-p1.17">
<l id="h031-p1.18">Each sin some colour hath it to adorn;</l>
<l id="h031-p1.19">Hypocrisy, almighty G<small id="h031-p1.20">OD</small> doth scorn.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep" progress="9.17%" prev="h031" next="h033" id="h032">
<hymn id="h032-p0.1">
<h3 id="h032-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p26.2" id="h032-p0.3">XXXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h032-p1">MAN'S KNOWLEDGE</p>

<verse id="h032-p1.1">
<l id="h032-p1.2">Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep</l>
<l id="h032-p1.3">Of unaccessible and dimming light,</l>
<l id="h032-p1.4"><a href="#notes-p26.2" id="h032-p1.5">In silence</a>, ebon clouds more black than night,</l>
<l id="h032-p1.6">The world's great King His secrets hid doth keep:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h032-p1.7">
<l id="h032-p1.8">Through those thick mists, when any mortal wight</l>
<l id="h032-p1.9">Aspires, with halting pace and eyes that weep,</l>
<l id="h032-p1.10">To pore, and in His mysteries to creep,</l>
<l id="h032-p1.11">With thunders He and lightnings blasts their sight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h032-p1.12">
<l id="h032-p1.13">O Sun invisible, that dost abide</l>
<l id="h032-p1.14">Within Thy bright abysms, most fair, most dark,</l>
<l id="h032-p1.15">Where with Thy proper rays Thou dost Thee hide!</l>
<l id="h032-p1.16">O ever-shining, never full-seen mark!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h032-p1.17">
<l id="h032-p1.18">To guide me in life's night Thy light me show;--</l>
<l id="h032-p1.19">The more I search, of Thee the less I know.</l>
<pb n="26" id="h032-Page_26" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The last and greatest Herald of heaven's King" progress="9.29%" prev="h032" next="h034" id="h033">
<hymn id="h033-p0.1">
<h3 id="h033-p0.2">XXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h033-p1">SAINT JOHN BAPTIST</p>

<verse id="h033-p1.1">
<l id="h033-p1.2">The last and greatest Herald of heaven's King,</l>
<l id="h033-p1.3">Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,</l>
<l id="h033-p1.4">Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,</l>
<l id="h033-p1.5">Which he than man more harmless found and mild:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h033-p1.6">
<l id="h033-p1.7">His food was locusts, and what young doth spring,</l>
<l id="h033-p1.8">With honey that from virgin hives distill'd;</l>
<l id="h033-p1.9">Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing</l>
<l id="h033-p1.10">Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h033-p1.11">
<l id="h033-p1.12">There burst he forth: 'All ye, whose hopes rely</l>
<l id="h033-p1.13">On G<small id="h033-p1.14">OD</small>, with me amidst these deserts mourn;</l>
<l id="h033-p1.15">Repent, repent, and from old errors turn.'</l>
<l id="h033-p1.16">Who listen'd to his voice, obey'd his cry?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h033-p1.17">
<l id="h033-p1.18">Only the echoes, which he made relent,</l>
<l id="h033-p1.19">Rung from their marble caves, 'Repent, repent!'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Soul, which to hell wast thrall" progress="9.41%" prev="h033" next="h035" id="h034">
<hymn id="h034-p0.1">
<h3 id="h034-p0.2">XXXIV</h3>

<verse id="h034-p0.3">
<l id="h034-p0.4">Soul, which to hell wast thrall,</l>
<l id="h034-p0.5">He, He for thine offence</l>
<l id="h034-p0.6">Did suffer death, Who could not die at all.</l>
<l id="h034-p0.7">O sovereign excellence!</l>
<l id="h034-p0.8">O life of all that lives!</l>
<l id="h034-p0.9">Eternal bounty, which all goodness gives!</l>
<l id="h034-p0.10">How could Death mount so high?</l>
<l id="h034-p0.11">No wit this point can reach;</l>
<l id="h034-p0.12">Faith only doth us teach,</l>
<l id="h034-p0.13">For us He died, at all Who could not die.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Jerusalem, that place divine" progress="9.47%" prev="h034" next="h036" id="h035">
<hymn id="h035-p0.1">
<h3 id="h035-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p27.3" id="h035-p0.3">XXXV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h035-p1">URBS COELESTIS IERUSALEM</p>

<verse id="h035-p1.1">
<l id="h035-p1.2">Jerusalem, that place divine,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.3">The vision of sweet peace is named;</l>
<l id="h035-p1.4">In heaven her glorious turrets shine,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.5">Her walls of living stone are framed;</l>
<l id="h035-p1.6">While Angels guard her on each side,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.7">Fit company for such a bride.</l>
<pb n="27" id="h035-Page_27" />
</verse>

<verse id="h035-p1.8">
<l id="h035-p1.9">She, deck'd in new attire from heaven,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.10">Her wedding chamber, now descends,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.11">Prepared in marriage to be given</l>
<l id="h035-p1.12">To C<small id="h035-p1.13">HRIST</small>, on Whom her joy depends.</l>
<l id="h035-p1.14">Her walls, wherewith she is enclosed,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.15">And streets are of pure gold composed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h035-p1.16">
<l id="h035-p1.17">The gates adorn'd with pearls most bright</l>
<l id="h035-p1.18">The way to hidden glory show,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.19">And thither by the blesséd might</l>
<l id="h035-p1.20">Of faith in J<small id="h035-p1.21">ESUS</small>' merits go</l>
<l id="h035-p1.22">All those who are on earth distress'd,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.23">Because they have C<small id="h035-p1.24">HRIST</small>'s name profess'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h035-p1.25">
<l id="h035-p1.26">These stones the workmen dress and beat</l>
<l id="h035-p1.27">Before they throughly polish'd are;</l>
<l id="h035-p1.28">Then each is in his proper seat</l>
<l id="h035-p1.29">Establish'd by the Builder's care,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.30">In this fair frame to stand for ever,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.31">So join'd that them no force can sever.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h035-p1.32">
<l id="h035-p1.33">To G<small id="h035-p1.34">OD</small>, Who sits in highest seat,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.35">Glory and power given be;</l>
<l id="h035-p1.36">To Father, Son, and Paraclete,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.37">Who reign in equal dignity;</l>
<l id="h035-p1.38">Whose boundless power we still adore,</l>
<l id="h035-p1.39">And sing Their praise for evermore.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Methinks I draw but sickly breath" progress="9.67%" prev="h035" next="h037" id="h036">
<hymn id="h036-p0.1">
<h3 id="h036-p0.2">XXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h036-p1">THE FAREWELL</p>

<verse id="h036-p1.1">
<l id="h036-p1.2">Methinks I draw but sickly breath:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.3">Who knows but I</l>
<l id="h036-p1.4">Before next night may sleeping lie,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.5">Rock'd in the arms of death?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h036-p1.6">
<l id="h036-p1.7">The swift-foot minutes pass away;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.8">For Time hath wings,</l>
<l id="h036-p1.9">That flag not for the breath of kings,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.10">Nor brook the least delay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h036-p1.11">
<l id="h036-p1.12">And what a parcel of my sand</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.13">Is yet to pass,</l>
<l id="h036-p1.14">Or what may break the crazy glass,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.15">How shall I understand?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h036-p1.16">
<l id="h036-p1.17">Then, base delights and dunghill joys!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.18">Farewell, adieu!</l>
<l id="h036-p1.19">While yet I live I'm dead to you,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.20">And such-like toys.</l>
<pb n="28" id="h036-Page_28" />
</verse>

<verse id="h036-p1.21">
<l id="h036-p1.22">I would not longer own a thought</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.23">That crawls so low,</l>
<l id="h036-p1.24">Or lavish out my wishes so</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.25">In quest of less than nought.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h036-p1.26">
<l id="h036-p1.27">My soul is wing'd with quick desires</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.28">To pass the sky;</l>
<l id="h036-p1.29">Nothing below what is most high</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.30">Allays those noble fires.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h036-p1.31">
<l id="h036-p1.32">L<small id="h036-p1.33">ORD</small>, as the kindling is from Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.34">So Thine the breath</l>
<l id="h036-p1.35">That must continue it, till death</l>
<l class="t2" id="h036-p1.36">Be dead and cease to be.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h036-p2">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee" progress="9.82%" prev="h036" next="h038" id="h037">
<hymn id="h037-p0.1">
<h3 id="h037-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p28.2" id="h037-p0.3">XXXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h037-p1">INTROIT</p>

<verse id="h037-p1.1">
<l id="h037-p1.2">My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.3">Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn,</l>
<l id="h037-p1.4">Besides their other flames? Doth poetry</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.5">Wear Venus' livery? only serve her turn?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h037-p1.6">
<l id="h037-p1.7">Why are not sonnets made of Thee? and lays</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.8">Upon Thine altar burnt? Cannot Thy love</l>
<l id="h037-p1.9">Heighten a spirit to sound out Thy praise</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.10">As well as any She? Cannot Thy Dove</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h037-p1.11">
<l id="h037-p1.12">Outstrip their Cupid easily in flight?</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.13">Or, since Thy ways are deep, and still the same,</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.14">Will not a verse run smooth that bears Thy name?</l>
<l id="h037-p1.15">Why doth that fire, which by Thy power and might</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h037-p1.16">
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.17">Each breast does feel, no braver fuel choose</l>
<l class="t" id="h037-p1.18">Than that, which one day worms may chance refuse?</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h037-p2">G. Herbert</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Cho. Let all the world in every corner sing" progress="9.94%" prev="h037" next="h039" id="h038">
<hymn id="h038-p0.1">
<h3 id="h038-p0.2">XXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h038-p1">ANTIPHON</p>

<verse id="h038-p1.1">
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.2"><span class="r2" id="h038-p1.3"><i>Cho.</i> </span>Let all the world in every corner sing</l>
<l class="t7" id="h038-p1.4">My G<small id="h038-p1.5">OD</small> and King.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h038-p1.6">
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.7"><span class="r2" id="h038-p1.8"><i>Vers.</i> </span>The heavens are not too high</l>
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.9">His praise may thither fly;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.10">The earth is not too low</l>
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.11">His praises there may grow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h038-p1.12">
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.13"><span class="r2" id="h038-p1.14"><i>Cho.</i> </span>Let all the world in every corner sing</l>
<l class="t7" id="h038-p1.15">My G<small id="h038-p1.16">OD</small> and King.</l>
<pb n="29" id="h038-Page_29" />
</verse>

<verse id="h038-p1.17">
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.18"><span class="r2" id="h038-p1.19"><i>Vers.</i> </span>The Church with psalms must shout,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.20">No door can keep them out:</l>
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.21">But, above all, the heart</l>
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.22">Must bear the longest part.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h038-p1.23">
<l class="t3" id="h038-p1.24"><span class="r2" id="h038-p1.25"><i>Cho.</i> </span>Let all the world in every corner sing</l>
<l class="t7" id="h038-p1.26">My G<small id="h038-p1.27">OD</small> and King.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My Joy, my Life, my Crown" progress="10.02%" prev="h038" next="h040" id="h039">
<hymn id="h039-p0.1">
<h3 id="h039-p0.2">XXXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h039-p1">A TRUE HYMN</p>

<verse id="h039-p1.1">
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.2">My Joy, my Life, my Crown!</l>
<l class="t" id="h039-p1.3">My heart was meaning<note n="52" id="h039-p1.4"><i>meaning</i>, intending a good matter</note> all the day,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.5">Somewhat it fain would say,</l>
<l id="h039-p1.6">And still it runneth muttering up and down</l>
<l id="h039-p1.7">With  only this, My Joy, my Life, my Crown!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h039-p1.8">
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.9">Yet slight not these few words;</l>
<l class="t" id="h039-p1.10">If truly said, they may take part</l>
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.11">Among the best in art:</l>
<l id="h039-p1.12">The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords</l>
<l id="h039-p1.13">Is, when the soul unto the lines accords.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h039-p1.14">
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.15">He who craves all the mind,</l>
<l class="t" id="h039-p1.16">And all the soul, and strength, and time,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.17">If the words only rhyme,</l>
<l id="h039-p1.18">Justly complains that somewhat is behind</l>
<l id="h039-p1.19">To make His verse, or write a hymn in kind.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h039-p1.20">
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.21">Whereas, if th' heart be moved,</l>
<l class="t" id="h039-p1.22">Although the verse be somewhat scant,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h039-p1.23">G<small id="h039-p1.24">OD</small> doth supply the want;</l>
<l id="h039-p1.25">As when th' heart says, sighing to be approved,</l>
<l id="h039-p1.26">O, could I love!' and stops,--G<small id="h039-p1.27">OD</small> writeth, 'Loved.'</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round" progress="10.16%" prev="h039" next="h041" id="h040">
<hymn id="h040-p0.1">
<h3 id="h040-p0.2">XL</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h040-p1">SIN</p>

<verse id="h040-p1.1">
<l id="h040-p1.2">L<small id="h040-p1.3">ORD</small>, with what care hast Thou begirt us round!</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.4">Parents first season us; then schoolmasters</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.5">Deliver us to laws; they send us bound</l>
<l id="h040-p1.6">To rules of reason, holy messengers,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h040-p1.7">
<l id="h040-p1.8">Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin,</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.9">Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.10">Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in,</l>
<l id="h040-p1.11">Bibles laid open<note n="53" id="h040-p1.12"><i>Bibles ...</i> the first text seen was taken as a sign</note>, millions of surprises,</l>
<pb n="30" id="h040-Page_30" />
</verse>

<verse id="h040-p1.13">
<l id="h040-p1.14">Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness,</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.15">The sound of glory ringing in our ears;</l>
<l id="h040-p1.16">Without, our shame; within, our consciences;</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.17">Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h040-p1.18">
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.19">Yet all these fences and their whole array</l>
<l class="t" id="h040-p1.20">One cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="While that my soul repairs to her devotion" progress="10.28%" prev="h040" next="h042" id="h041">
<hymn id="h041-p0.1">
<h3 id="h041-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p32.2" id="h041-p0.3">XLI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h041-p1">CHURCH MONUMENTS<note n="54" id="h041-p1.1">See <a href="#notes-p32.2" id="h041-p1.2">Note</a></note></p>

<verse id="h041-p1.3">
<l id="h041-p1.4">While that my soul repairs to her devotion,</l>
<l id="h041-p1.5">Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes</l>
<l id="h041-p1.6">May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;</l>
<l id="h041-p1.7">To which the blast of Death's incessant motion,</l>
<l id="h041-p1.8">Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,</l>
<l id="h041-p1.9">Drives all at last. Therefore I gladly trust</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h041-p1.10">
<l id="h041-p1.11">My body to this school, that it may learn</l>
<l id="h041-p1.12">To spell his elements, and find his birth</l>
<l id="h041-p1.13">Written in dusty heraldry and lines:</l>
<l id="h041-p1.14">Which dissolution sure doth best discern,</l>
<l id="h041-p1.15">Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.</l>
<l id="h041-p1.16">These laugh at jet and marble, put for signs,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h041-p1.17">
<l id="h041-p1.18">To sever the good fellowship of dust,</l>
<l id="h041-p1.19">And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them</l>
<l id="h041-p1.20">When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat</l>
<l id="h041-p1.21">To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?</l>
<l id="h041-p1.22">Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem</l>
<l id="h041-p1.23">And true descent, that, when thou shalt grow fat,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h041-p1.24">
<l id="h041-p1.25">And wanton in thy cravings, thou may'st know,</l>
<l id="h041-p1.26">That flesh is but the glass which holds the dust</l>
<l id="h041-p1.27">That measures all our time; which also shall</l>
<l id="h041-p1.28">Be crumbled into dust. Mark here below</l>
<l id="h041-p1.29">How tame these ashes are, how free from lust--</l>
<l id="h041-p1.30">That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Mark you the floor? that square and speckled stone" progress="10.48%" prev="h041" next="h043" id="h042">
<hymn id="h042-p0.1">
<h3 id="h042-p0.2">XLII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h042-p1">THE CHURCH FLOOR</p>

<verse id="h042-p1.1">
<l id="h042-p1.2">Mark you the floor? that square and speckled stone,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h042-p1.3">Which looks so firm and strong,</l>
<l class="t7" id="h042-p1.4">Is P<small id="h042-p1.5">ATIENCE</small>:</l>
<pb n="31" id="h042-Page_31" />
</verse>

<verse id="h042-p1.6">
<l id="h042-p1.7">And the other black and grave, wherewith each one</l>
<l class="t3" id="h042-p1.8">Is checker'd all along,</l>
<l class="t7" id="h042-p1.9">H<small id="h042-p1.10">UMILITY</small>:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h042-p1.11">
<l id="h042-p1.12">The gentle rising, which on either hand</l>
<l class="t3" id="h042-p1.13">Leads to the quire above,</l>
<l class="t7" id="h042-p1.14">Is C<small id="h042-p1.15">ONFIDENCE</small>:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h042-p1.16">
<l id="h042-p1.17">But the sweet cement, which in one sure band</l>
<l class="t3" id="h042-p1.18">Ties the whole frame, is L<small id="h042-p1.19">OVE</small></l>
<l class="t7" id="h042-p1.20">And C<small id="h042-p1.21">HARITY</small>.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O day most calm, most bright" progress="10.55%" prev="h042" next="h044" id="h043">
<hymn id="h043-p0.1">
<h3 id="h043-p0.2">XLIII</h3>


<p class="argument" id="h043-p1">SUNDAY</p>

<verse id="h043-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.2">O day most calm, most bright,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.3">The fruit of this, the next world's bud,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.4">The indorsement of supreme delight,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.5">Writ by a Friend, and with His blood;</l>
<l id="h043-p1.6">The couch of Time, Care's balm and bay;</l>
<l id="h043-p1.7">The week were dark but for thy light;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.8">Thy torch doth show the way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h043-p1.9">
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.10">Sundays the pillars are,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.11">On which Heaven's Palace archéd lies:</l>
<l id="h043-p1.12">The other days fill up the spare</l>
<l id="h043-p1.13">And hollow room with vanities:</l>
<l id="h043-p1.14">They are the fruitful beds and borders</l>
<l id="h043-p1.15">In G<small id="h043-p1.16">OD</small>'s rich garden: that<note n="55" id="h043-p1.17"><i>that is bare</i>, the week-days</note> is bare</l>
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.18">Which parts their ranks and orders.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h043-p1.19">
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.20">The Sundays of man's life,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.21">Threaded together on Time's string,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.22">Make bracelets to adorn the Wife</l>
<l id="h043-p1.23">Of the eternal glorious King:</l>
<l id="h043-p1.24">On Sunday Heaven's gate stands ope;</l>
<l id="h043-p1.25">Blessings are plentiful and rife,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.26">More plentiful than hope.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h043-p1.27">
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.28">Thou art a day of mirth;</l>
<l id="h043-p1.29">And where the week-days trail on ground,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.30">Thy flight is higher, as thy birth:</l>
<l id="h043-p1.31">O let me take thee at the bound,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.32">Leaping with thee from seven to seven,</l>
<l id="h043-p1.33">Till that we both, being toss'd from Earth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h043-p1.34">Fly hand in hand to Heaven!</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="All after pleasures as I rid one day" progress="10.73%" prev="h043" next="h045" id="h044">
<pb n="32" id="h044-Page_32" />
<hymn id="h044-p0.1">
<h3 id="h044-p0.2">XLIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h044-p1">CHRISTMAS</p>

<verse id="h044-p1.1">
<l id="h044-p1.2">All after pleasures as I rid one day,</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.3">My horse and I, both tired, body and mind,</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.4">With full cry of affections, quite astray;</l>
<l id="h044-p1.5">I took up in the next inn I could find.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h044-p1.6">
<l id="h044-p1.7">There when I came, Whom found I but my dear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.8">My dearest L<small id="h044-p1.9">ORD</small>, expecting till the grief</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.10">Of pleasures brought me to Him, ready there</l>
<l id="h044-p1.11">To be all passengers' most sweet relief.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h044-p1.12">
<l id="h044-p1.13">O Thou, Whose glorious yet contracted light,</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.14">Wrapt in Night's mantle, stole into a manger;</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.15">Since my dark soul and brutish, is Thy right,--</l>
<l id="h044-p1.16">To Man, of all beasts, be not Thou a stranger:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h044-p1.17">
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.18">Furnish and deck my soul, that Thou may'st have</l>
<l class="t" id="h044-p1.19">A better lodging than a rack or grave.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart" progress="10.85%" prev="h044" next="h046" id="h045">
<hymn id="h045-p0.1">
<h3 id="h045-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p34.2" id="h045-p0.3">XLV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h045-p1">AFFLICTION<note n="56" id="h045-p1.1">See <a href="#notes-p34.2" id="h045-p1.2">Note</a></note></p>

<verse id="h045-p1.3">
<l id="h045-p1.4">When first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.5">I thought the service brave</l>
<l id="h045-p1.6">So many joys I writ down for my part,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.7">Besides what I might have</l>
<l id="h045-p1.8">Out of my stock of natural delights,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.9">Augmented with Thy gracious benefits.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.10">
<l id="h045-p1.11">What pleasures could I want, whose King I served,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.12">Where joys my fellows were?</l>
<l id="h045-p1.13">Thus argued into hopes, my thoughts reserved</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.14">No place for grief or fear;</l>
<l id="h045-p1.15">Therefore my sudden soul caught at the place,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.16">And made her youth and fierceness seek Thy face.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.17">
<l id="h045-p1.18">At first Thou gav'st me milk and sweetnesses;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.19">I had my wish and way;</l>
<l id="h045-p1.20">My days were strew'd with flowers and happiness;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.21">There was no month but May.</l>
<l id="h045-p1.22">But with my years sorrow did twist and grow,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.23">And made a party unawares for woe.</l>
<pb n="33" id="h045-Page_33" />
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.24">
<l id="h045-p1.25"><a href="#notes-p34.2" id="h045-p1.26">My flesh began</a> unto my soul in pain,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.27">Sicknesses cleave my bones,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.28">Consuming agues dwell in every vein,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.29">And tune my breath to groans:</l>
<l id="h045-p1.30">Sorrow was  all my soul; I scarce believed,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.31">Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.32">
<l id="h045-p1.33">When I got health, Thou took'st away my life</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.34">And more--for my friends die:</l>
<l id="h045-p1.35">My mirth and edge was lost, a blunted knife</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.36">Was of more use than I:</l>
<l id="h045-p1.37">Thus, thin and lean, without a fence or friend,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.38">I was blown through with every storm and wind.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.39">
<l id="h045-p1.40">Yet, lest perchance I should too happy be</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.41">In my unhappiness,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.42">Turning my purge to food, Thou throwest me</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.43">Into more sicknesses.</l>
<l id="h045-p1.44">Thus doth Thy power <a href="#notes-p34.2" id="h045-p1.45">cross-bias</a> me, not making</l>
<l id="h045-p1.46">Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.47">
<l id="h045-p1.48">Now I am here, what Thou wilt do with me</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.49">None of my books will show;</l>
<l id="h045-p1.50">I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.51">For sure, then, I should grow</l>
<l id="h045-p1.52">To fruit or shade; at least, some bird would trust</l>
<l id="h045-p1.53">Her household to me, and I should be just.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h045-p1.54">
<l id="h045-p1.55">Yet, though Thou troublest me, I must be meek;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.56">In weakness must be stout.</l>
<l id="h045-p1.57">Well, I will change the service, and go seek</l>
<l class="t3" id="h045-p1.58">Some other master out,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.59">Ah, my dear G<small id="h045-p1.60">OD</small>, though I am clean forgot,</l>
<l id="h045-p1.61">Let me not love Thee, if I love Thee not.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When my devotions could not pierce" progress="11.18%" prev="h045" next="h047" id="h046">
<hymn id="h046-p0.1">
<h3 id="h046-p0.2">XLVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h046-p1">DENIAL</p>

<verse id="h046-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h046-p1.2">When my devotions could not pierce</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.3">Thy silent ears,</l>
<l id="h046-p1.4">Then was my heart broken, as was my verse;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h046-p1.5">My breast was full of fears</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.6">And disorder;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h046-p1.7">
<l class="t" id="h046-p1.8">My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.9">Did fly asunder;</l>
<l id="h046-p1.10">Each took his way; some would to pleasures go,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h046-p1.11">Some to the wars and thunder</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.12">Of alarms.</l>
<pb n="34" id="h046-Page_34" />
</verse>

<verse id="h046-p1.13">
<l class="t" id="h046-p1.14">As good go anywhere, they say,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.15">As to benumb</l>
<l id="h046-p1.16">Both knees and heart, in crying night and day,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h046-p1.17">'Come, come, my G<small id="h046-p1.18">OD</small>, O come!'</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.19">But no hearing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h046-p1.20">
<l class="t" id="h046-p1.21">O that Thou shouldst give dust a tongue</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.22">To cry to Thee,</l>
<l id="h046-p1.23">And then not hear it crying! All day long</l>
<l class="t3" id="h046-p1.24">My heart was in my knee,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.25">But no hearing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h046-p1.26">
<l class="t" id="h046-p1.27">Therefore my soul lay out of sight,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.28">Untuned, unstrung;</l>
<l id="h046-p1.29">My feeble spirit, unable to look right,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h046-p1.30">Like a nipt blossom, hung</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.31">Discontented.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h046-p1.32">
<l class="t" id="h046-p1.33">O, cheer and tune my heartless breast,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.34">Defer no time;</l>
<l id="h046-p1.35">That so Thy favours granting my request,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h046-p1.36">They and my soul may chime,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h046-p1.37">And mend my rhyme.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright" progress="11.33%" prev="h046" next="h048" id="h047">
<hymn id="h047-p0.1">
<h3 id="h047-p0.2">XLVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h047-p1">VIRTUE</p>

<verse id="h047-p1.1">
<l id="h047-p1.2">Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright--</l>
<l id="h047-p1.3">The bridal of the earth and sky;</l>
<l id="h047-p1.4">The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h047-p1.5">For thou must die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h047-p1.6">
<l id="h047-p1.7">Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave<note n="57" id="h047-p1.8"><i>angry and brave</i>, piercing and dazzlingly splendid</note></l>
<l id="h047-p1.9">Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,</l>
<l id="h047-p1.10">Thy root is ever in its grave,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h047-p1.11">And thou must die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h047-p1.12">
<l id="h047-p1.13">Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,</l>
<l id="h047-p1.14">A box where sweets compacted lie,</l>
<l id="h047-p1.15">My music shows ye have your closes,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h047-p1.16">And all must die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h047-p1.17">
<l id="h047-p1.18">Only a sweet and virtuous soul,</l>
<l id="h047-p1.19">Like season'd timber, never gives<note n="58" id="h047-p1.20"><i>gives</i>, yields</note>;</l>
<l id="h047-p1.21">But though the whole world turn to coal,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h047-p1.22">Then chiefly lives.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, make me coy and tender to offend" progress="11.44%" prev="h047" next="h049" id="h048">
<pb n="35" id="h048-Page_35" />
<hymn id="h048-p0.1">
<h3 id="h048-p0.2">XLVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h048-p1">UNKINDNESS</p>

<verse id="h048-p1.1">
<l id="h048-p1.2">L<small id="h048-p1.3">ORD</small>, make me coy and tender to offend:</l>
<l id="h048-p1.4">In friendship, first I think, if that agree</l>
<l class="t6" id="h048-p1.5">Which I intend,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h048-p1.6">Unto my friend's intent and end;</l>
<l id="h048-p1.7">I would not use a friend as I use Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h048-p1.8">
<l id="h048-p1.9">If any touch my friend or his good name,</l>
<l id="h048-p1.10">It is my honour and my love to free</l>
<l class="t6" id="h048-p1.11">His blasted fame</l>
<l class="t2" id="h048-p1.12">From the least spot or thought of blame:</l>
<l id="h048-p1.13">I could not use a friend as I use Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h048-p1.14">
<l id="h048-p1.15">My friend may spit upon my curious floor;</l>
<l id="h048-p1.16">Would he have gold? I lend it instantly;</l>
<l class="t6" id="h048-p1.17">But let the poor,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h048-p1.18">And Thou within them, starve at door--</l>
<l id="h048-p1.19">I cannot use a friend as I use Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h048-p1.20">
<l id="h048-p1.21">When that my friend pretendeth to<note n="59" id="h048-p1.22"><i>pretendeth to</i>, seeks</note> a place,</l>
<l id="h048-p1.23">I quit my interest, and leave it free;</l>
<l class="t6" id="h048-p1.24">But when Thy grace</l>
<l class="t" id="h048-p1.25">Sues for my heart, I Thee displace;</l>
<l id="h048-p1.26">Nor would I use a friend as I use Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h048-p1.27">
<l id="h048-p1.28">Yet can a friend what Thou hast done fulfil?</l>
<l id="h048-p1.29">O, write in brass: 'My G<small id="h048-p1.30">OD</small> upon a tree</l>
<l class="t6" id="h048-p1.31">His blood did spill,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h048-p1.32">Only to purchase my good will:'</l>
<l id="h048-p1.33">Yet use I not my foes as I use Thee.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How soon doth man decay" progress="11.61%" prev="h048" next="h050" id="h049">
<hymn id="h049-p0.1">
<h3 id="h049-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p36.4" id="h049-p0.3">XLIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h049-p1">MORTIFICATION</p>

<verse id="h049-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h049-p1.2">How soon doth man decay!</l>
<l id="h049-p1.3">When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.4">To swaddle infants, whose young breath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h049-p1.5">Scarce knows the way,</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.6">Those clouts are little winding-sheets,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.7">Which do consign and send them unto Death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h049-p1.8">
<l class="t2" id="h049-p1.9">When boys go first to bed,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.10">They step into their voluntary graves;</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.11">Sleep binds them fast, only their breath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h049-p1.12">Makes them not dead;</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.13">Successive nights, like rolling waves,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.14">Convey them quickly who are bound for Death.</l>
<pb n="36" id="h049-Page_36" />
</verse>

<verse id="h049-p1.15">
<l class="t2" id="h049-p1.16">When Youth is frank and free,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.17">And calls for music, while his veins do swell,</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.18">All day exchanging mirth and breath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h049-p1.19">In company,</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.20">That music summons to the knell</l>
<l id="h049-p1.21">Which shall befriend him at the house of Death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h049-p1.22">
<l class="t2" id="h049-p1.23">When man grows staid and wise,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.24">Getting a house and home, where he may move</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.25">Within the circle of his breath,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h049-p1.26">Schooling his eyes;</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.27">That dumb enclosure maketh love</l>
<l id="h049-p1.28">Unto the coffin that attends his death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h049-p1.29">
<l class="t2" id="h049-p1.30">When Age grows low and weak,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.31">Marking his grave, and thawing every year,</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.32">Till all do melt, and drown his breath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h049-p1.33">When he would speak,</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.34">A chair or litter shows<note n="60" id="h049-p1.35"><i>shows</i>, prefigures</note> the bier</l>
<l id="h049-p1.36">Which shall convey him to the house of Death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h049-p1.37">
<l class="t2" id="h049-p1.38">Man, ere he is aware,</l>
<l id="h049-p1.39">Hath put together a solemnity,</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.40">And drest his hearse, while he has breath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h049-p1.41">As yet to spare;</l>
<l class="t" id="h049-p1.42">Yet, L<small id="h049-p1.43">ORD</small>, instruct us so to die</l>
<l id="h049-p1.44">That all these dyings may be L<small id="h049-p1.45">IFE</small> in D<small id="h049-p1.46">EATH</small>.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, Let the angels praise Thy name" progress="11.84%" prev="h049" next="h051" id="h050">
<hymn id="h050-p0.1">
<h3 id="h050-p0.2">L</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h050-p1">MISERY</p>

<verse id="h050-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.2">L<small id="h050-p1.3">ORD</small>, Let the angels praise Thy name;</l>
<l id="h050-p1.4">Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing;</l>
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.5">Folly and sin play all his game;</l>
<l id="h050-p1.6">His house still burns; and yet he still doth sing:</l>
<l class="t6" id="h050-p1.7">Man is but grass,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h050-p1.8">He knows it; 'fill the glass.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h050-p1.9">
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.10">They quarrel<note n="61" id="h050-p1.11"><i>quarrel</i>, used actively</note> Thee, and would give over</l>
<l id="h050-p1.12">The bargain made to serve Thee; but Thy love</l>
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.13">Holds them unto it, and doth cover</l>
<l id="h050-p1.14">Their follies with the wings of Thy mild Dove,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h050-p1.15">Not suffering those</l>
<l class="t5" id="h050-p1.16">Who would, to be Thy foes.</l>
<pb n="37" id="h050-Page_37" />
</verse>

<verse id="h050-p1.17">
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.18">Man cannot serve Thee: let him go</l>
<l id="h050-p1.19">And serve the swine--there, there is his delight:</l>
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.20">He doth not like this virtue, no;</l>
<l id="h050-p1.21">Give him his dirt to wallow in all night;</l>
<l class="t6" id="h050-p1.22">'These preachers make</l>
<l class="t5" id="h050-p1.23">His head to shoot and ache.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h050-p1.24">
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.25">O foolish man! where are thine eyes?</l>
<l id="h050-p1.26">How hast thou lost them in a crowd of cares!</l>
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.27">Thou pull'st the rug<note n="62" id="h050-p1.28"><i>rug</i>, apparently, counterpane</note>, and wilt not rise,</l>
<l id="h050-p1.29">No, not to purchase the whole pack of stars:</l>
<l class="t6" id="h050-p1.30">'There let them shine,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h050-p1.31">Thou must go sleep, or dine.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h050-p1.32">
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.33">The bird that sees a dainty bower</l>
<l id="h050-p1.34">Made in the tree where she was wont to sit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.35">Wonders and sings, but not His power</l>
<l id="h050-p1.36">Who made the arbour: this exceeds her wit.</l>
<l class="t6" id="h050-p1.37">But Man doth know</l>
<l class="t5" id="h050-p1.38">The spring whence all things flow:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h050-p1.39">
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.40">And yet, as though he knew it not,</l>
<l id="h050-p1.41">His knowledge winks, and lets his humours reign;</l>
<l class="t" id="h050-p1.42">They make his life a constant blot,</l>
<l id="h050-p1.43">And all the blood of G<small id="h050-p1.44">OD</small> to run in vain.</l>
<l class="t6" id="h050-p1.45">Ah, wretch! what verse</l>
<l class="t5" id="h050-p1.46">Can thy strange ways rehearse?</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The merry World did on a day" progress="12.08%" prev="h050" next="h052" id="h051">
<hymn id="h051-p0.1">
<h3 id="h051-p0.2">LI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h051-p1">THE QUIP<note n="63" id="h051-p1.1"><i>Quip</i>, smart turn, repartee</note></p>

<verse id="h051-p1.2">
<l id="h051-p1.3">The merry World did on a day</l>
<l id="h051-p1.4">With his train-bands<note n="64" id="h051-p1.5"><i>train-bands</i>, militia</note> and mates agree</l>
<l id="h051-p1.6">To meet together where I lay,</l>
<l id="h051-p1.7">And all in sport to jeer at me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h051-p1.8">
<l id="h051-p1.9">First Beauty crept into a rose;</l>
<l id="h051-p1.10">Which when I pluck'd not, 'Sir,' said she,</l>
<l id="h051-p1.11">'Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those?'</l>
<l id="h051-p1.12">But Thou shalt answer, L<small id="h051-p1.13">ORD</small>, for me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h051-p1.14">
<l id="h051-p1.15">Then Money came, and chinking still,</l>
<l id="h051-p1.16">'What tune is this, poor man?' said he;</l>
<l id="h051-p1.17">'I heard in music you had skill:'</l>
<l id="h051-p1.18">But Thou shalt answer, L<small id="h051-p1.19">ORD</small>, for me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h051-p1.20">
<l id="h051-p1.21">Then came brave Glory puffing by</l>
<l id="h051-p1.22">In silks that whistled, who but he!</l>
<l id="h051-p1.23">He scarce allow'd me half an eye:</l>
<l id="h051-p1.24">But Thou shalt answer, L<small id="h051-p1.25">ORD</small>, for me.</l>
<pb n="38" id="h051-Page_38" />
</verse>

<verse id="h051-p1.26">
<l id="h051-p1.27">Then came quick Wit and Conversation,</l>
<l id="h051-p1.28">And he would needs a comfort be,</l>
<l id="h051-p1.29">And, to be short, make an oration:</l>
<l id="h051-p1.30">But Thou shalt answer, L<small id="h051-p1.31">ORD</small>, for me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h051-p1.32">
<l id="h051-p1.33">Yet when the hour of Thy design</l>
<l id="h051-p1.34">To answer these fine things shall come,</l>
<l id="h051-p1.35">Speak not at large; say, 'I am Thine,'</l>
<l id="h051-p1.36">And then they have their answer home.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Meeting with Time, 'Slack thing,' said I" progress="12.25%" prev="h051" next="h053" id="h052">
<hymn id="h052-p0.1">
<h3 id="h052-p0.2">LII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h052-p1">TIME</p>

<verse id="h052-p1.1">
<l id="h052-p1.2">Meeting with Time, 'Slack thing,' said I,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.3">'Thy scythe is dull; whet it, for shame.'</l>
<l id="h052-p1.4">'No marvel, sir,' he did reply,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.5">'If it at length deserve some blame;</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.6">But where one man would have me grind it,</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.7">Twenty for one too sharp do find it.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h052-p1.8">
<l id="h052-p1.9">'Perhaps some such of old did pass,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.10">Who above all things loved this life;</l>
<l id="h052-p1.11">To whom thy scythe a hatchet was,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.12">Which now is but a pruning knife.</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.13">C<small id="h052-p1.14">HRIST</small>'s coming hath made man thy debtor,</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.15">Since by thy cutting he grows better.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h052-p1.16">
<l id="h052-p1.17">'And in His blessing thou art blest;</l>
<l id="h052-p1.18">For where thou only wert before</l>
<l id="h052-p1.19">An executioner at best,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.20">Thou art a gardener now; and more,</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.21">An usher to convey our souls</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.22">Beyond the utmost stars and poles.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h052-p1.23">
<l id="h052-p1.24">'And this is that makes life so long,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.25">While it detains us from our G<small id="h052-p1.26">OD</small>;</l>
<l id="h052-p1.27">E'en pleasures here increase the wrong,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.28">And length of days lengthens the rod.</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.29">Who wants the place where G<small id="h052-p1.30">OD</small> doth dwell,</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.31">Partakes already half of hell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h052-p1.32">
<l id="h052-p1.33">'Of what strange length must that needs be,</l>
<l id="h052-p1.34">Which e'en eternity excludes!'</l>
<l id="h052-p1.35">Thus far Time heard me patiently;</l>
<l id="h052-p1.36">Then chafing said: 'This man deludes;</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.37">What do I here before his door?</l>
<l class="t" id="h052-p1.38">He doth not crave less time, but more.'</l>
<pb n="39" id="h052-Page_39" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell,--I humbly crave" progress="12.45%" prev="h052" next="h054" id="h053">
<hymn id="h053-p0.1">
<h3 id="h053-p0.2">LIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h053-p1">PEACE</p>

<verse id="h053-p1.1">
<l id="h053-p1.2">Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell,--I humbly crave,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.3">Let me once know?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.4">I sought thee in a secret cave,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.5">And ask'd if Peace were there.</l>
<l id="h053-p1.6">A hollow wind did seem to answer, 'No;</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.7">Go seek elsewhere.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h053-p1.8">
<l id="h053-p1.9">I did; and going did a rainbow note:</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.10">Surely, thought I,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.11">This is the lace of Peace's coat:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.12">I will search out the matter.</l>
<l id="h053-p1.13">But while I look'd, the clouds immediately</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.14">Did break and scatter.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h053-p1.15">
<l id="h053-p1.16">Then went I to a garden, and did spy</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.17">A gallant flower,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.18">The Crown Imperial. Sure, said I,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.19">Peace at the root must dwell.</l>
<l id="h053-p1.20">But when I digg'd, I saw a worm devour</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.21">What show'd so well.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h053-p1.22">
<l id="h053-p1.23">At length I met a reverend good old man;</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.24">Whom when for Peace</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.25">I did demand, he thus began:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.26">'There was a Prince of old</l>
<l id="h053-p1.27">At Salem dwelt, Who lived with good increase</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.28">Of flock and fold.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h053-p1.29">
<l id="h053-p1.30">'He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.31">His life from foes.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.32">But after death out of His grave</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.33">There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;</l>
<l id="h053-p1.34">Which many wondering at, got some of those</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.35">To plant and set.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h053-p1.36">
<l id="h053-p1.37">'It prosper'd strangely, and did soon disperse</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.38">Through all the earth;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.39">For they that taste it do rehearse</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.40">That virtue lies therein:</l>
<l id="h053-p1.41">A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.42">By flight of sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h053-p1.43">
<l id="h053-p1.44">'Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.45">And grows for you:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h053-p1.46">Make bread of it; and that repose</l>
<l class="t4" id="h053-p1.47">And peace, which everywhere</l>
<l id="h053-p1.48">With so much earnestness you do pursue,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h053-p1.49">Is only there.'</l>
<pb n="40" id="h053-Page_40" />
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hark how the birds do sing" progress="12.69%" prev="h053" next="h055" id="h054">
<hymn id="h054-p0.1">
<h3 id="h054-p0.2">LIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h054-p1">MAN'S MEDLEY</p>

<verse id="h054-p1.1">
<l id="h054-p1.2">Hark how the birds do sing</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.3">And woods do ring:</l>
<l id="h054-p1.4">All creatures have their joy, and man hath his.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h054-p1.5">Yet if we rightly measure,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.6">Man's joy and pleasure</l>
<l id="h054-p1.7">Rather hereafter than in present is.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h054-p1.8">
<l id="h054-p1.9">To this life things of sense</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.10">Make their pretence;</l>
<l id="h054-p1.11">In the other Angels have a right by birth:</l>
<l class="t3" id="h054-p1.12">Man ties them both alone,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.13">And makes them one,</l>
<l id="h054-p1.14">With the one hand touching Heaven, with the other earth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h054-p1.15">
<l id="h054-p1.16">Not that he may not here</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.17">Taste of the cheer;</l>
<l id="h054-p1.18">But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h054-p1.19">So must he sip, and think</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.20">Of better drink</l>
<l id="h054-p1.21">He may attain to after he is dead.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h054-p1.22">
<l id="h054-p1.23">But as his joys are double,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.24">So is his trouble:</l>
<l id="h054-p1.25">He hath two winters, other things but one;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h054-p1.26">Both frosts and thoughts do nip</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.27">And bite his lip;</l>
<l id="h054-p1.28">And he of all things fears two deaths alone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h054-p1.29">
<l id="h054-p1.30">Yet ev'n the greatest griefs</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.31">May be reliefs,</l>
<l id="h054-p1.32">Could he but take them right and in their ways.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h054-p1.33">Happy is he whose heart</l>
<l class="t6" id="h054-p1.34">Hath found the art</l>
<l id="h054-p1.35">To turn his double pains to double praise!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The fleet astronomer can bore" progress="12.86%" prev="h054" next="h056" id="h055">
<hymn id="h055-p0.1">
<h3 id="h055-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p37.4" id="h055-p0.3">LV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h055-p1">VANITY</p>

<verse id="h055-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.2">The fleet astronomer can bore</l>
<l id="h055-p1.3">And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing mind;</l>
<l id="h055-p1.4">He views their stations, walks from door to door,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.5">Surveys, as if he had design'd</l>
<l id="h055-p1.6">To make a purchase there; he sees their dances,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h055-p1.7">And knoweth long before</l>
<l id="h055-p1.8">Both their full-eyed <a href="#notes-p37.4" id="h055-p1.9">aspects</a><note n="65" id="h055-p1.10"><i>aspects</i>, see <a href="#notes-p37.4" id="h055-p1.11">Note</a></note> and secret glances.</l>
<pb n="41" id="h055-Page_41" />
</verse>

<verse id="h055-p1.12">
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.13">The nimble diver with his side</l>
<l id="h055-p1.14">Cuts through the working waves, that he may fetch</l>
<l id="h055-p1.15">His dearly-earnéd pearl; which G<small id="h055-p1.16">OD</small> did hide</l>
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.17">On purpose from the venturous wretch,</l>
<l id="h055-p1.18">That He might save his life, and also hers</l>
<l class="t4" id="h055-p1.19">Who with excessive pride</l>
<l id="h055-p1.20">Her own destruction and his danger wears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h055-p1.21">
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.22">The subtle chymick can divest</l>
<l id="h055-p1.23">And strip the creature naked, till he find</l>
<l id="h055-p1.24">The <a href="#notes-p37.4" id="h055-p1.25">callow principles</a><note n="66" id="h055-p1.26"><i>callow principles</i>, see <a href="#notes-p37.4" id="h055-p1.27">Note</a></note> within their nest:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.28">There he imparts to them his mind,</l>
<l id="h055-p1.29">Admitted to their bed-chamber, before</l>
<l class="t4" id="h055-p1.30">They appear trim and drest</l>
<l id="h055-p1.31">To ordinary suitors at the door.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h055-p1.32">
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.33">What hath not man sought out and found,</l>
<l id="h055-p1.34">But his dear G<small id="h055-p1.35">OD</small>? Who yet His glorious law</l>
<l id="h055-p1.36">Embosoms in us, mellowing the ground</l>
<l class="t2" id="h055-p1.37">With showers and frosts, with love and awe;</l>
<l id="h055-p1.38">So that we need not say, Where's this command?</l>
<l class="t4" id="h055-p1.39">--Poor man, thou searchest round</l>
<l id="h055-p1.40">To find out death, but missest life at hand!</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay" progress="13.07%" prev="h055" next="h057" id="h056">
<hymn id="h056-p0.1">
<h3 id="h056-p0.2">LVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h056-p1">THE PILGRIMAGE</p>

<verse id="h056-p1.1">
<l id="h056-p1.2">I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.3">My expectation.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.4">A long it was and weary way:</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.5">The gloomy cave of Desperation</l>
<l id="h056-p1.6">I left on the one, and on the other side</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.7">The rock of Pride.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h056-p1.8">
<l id="h056-p1.9">And so I came to Fancy's meadow, strow'd</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.10">With many a flower:</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.11">Fain would I here have made abode,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.12">But I was quicken'd by my hour.</l>
<l id="h056-p1.13">So to Care's copse I came, and there got through</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.14">With much ado.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h056-p1.15">
<l id="h056-p1.16">That led me to the wild of Passion, which</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.17">Some call the wold;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.18">A wasted place, but sometimes rich.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.19">Here I was robb'd of all my gold,</l>
<l id="h056-p1.20">Save one good angel<note n="67" id="h056-p1.21"><i>angel</i>, also a coin</note>, which a friend had tied</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.22">Close to my side.</l>
<pb n="42" id="h056-Page_42" />
</verse>

<verse id="h056-p1.23">
<l id="h056-p1.24">At length I got unto the gladsome hill,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.25">Where lay my hope,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.26">Where lay my heart; and climbing still,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.27">When I had gain'd the brow and top,</l>
<l id="h056-p1.28">A lake of brackish waters on the ground</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.29">Was all I found.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h056-p1.30">
<l id="h056-p1.31">With that abash'd and struck with many a sting</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.32">Of swarming fears,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.33">I fell and cried, 'Alas, my King,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.34">Can both the way and end be tears?'</l>
<l id="h056-p1.35">Yet taking heart, I rose, and then perceived</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.36">I was deceived.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h056-p1.37">
<l id="h056-p1.38">My hill was further: so I flung away,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.39">Yet heard a cry</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.40">Just as I went, 'None goes that way</l>
<l class="t3" id="h056-p1.41">And lives.' 'If that be all,' said I,</l>
<l id="h056-p1.42">After so foul a journey death is fair,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h056-p1.43">And but a chair<note n="68" id="h056-p1.44"><i>chair</i>, presumably, a restful <i>litter</i></note>.'</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="King of glory, King of peace" progress="13.29%" prev="h056" next="h058" id="h057">
<hymn id="h057-p0.1">
<h3 id="h057-p0.2">LVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h057-p1">PRAISE</p>

<verse id="h057-p1.1">
<l id="h057-p1.2">King of glory, King of peace,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.3">I will love Thee;</l>
<l id="h057-p1.4">And that love may never cease,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.5">I will move Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h057-p1.6">
<l id="h057-p1.7">Thou hast granted my request,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.8">Thou hast heard me;</l>
<l id="h057-p1.9">Thou didst note my working breast,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.10">Thou hast spared me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h057-p1.11">
<l id="h057-p1.12">Wherefore with my utmost art</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.13">I will sing Thee,</l>
<l id="h057-p1.14">And the cream of all my heart</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.15">I will bring Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h057-p1.16">
<l id="h057-p1.17">Though my sins against me cried,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.18">Thou didst clear me;</l>
<l id="h057-p1.19">And alone, when they replied,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.20">Thou didst hear me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h057-p1.21">
<l id="h057-p1.22">Seven whole days, not one in seven,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.23">I will praise Thee;</l>
<l id="h057-p1.24">In my heart, though not in Heaven,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.25">I can raise Thee.</l>
<pb n="43" id="h057-Page_43" />
</verse>

<verse id="h057-p1.26">
<l id="h057-p1.27">Thou grew'st soft and moist with tears,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.28">Thou relentedst,</l>
<l id="h057-p1.29">And when Justice call'd for fears,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.30">Thou dissentedst.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h057-p1.31">
<l id="h057-p1.32">Small it is, in this poor sort</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.33">To enrol Thee;</l>
<l id="h057-p1.34">E'en eternity is too short</l>
<l class="t5" id="h057-p1.35">To extol Thee.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="With sick and famish'd eyes" progress="13.42%" prev="h057" next="h059" id="h058">
<hymn id="h058-p0.1">
<h3 id="h058-p0.2">LVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h058-p1">LONGING</p>


<verse id="h058-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.2">With sick and famish'd eyes,</l>
<l id="h058-p1.3">With doubling knees, and weary bones,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.4">To Thee my cries,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.5">To Thee my groans,</l>
<l id="h058-p1.6">To Thee my sighs, my tears ascend:</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.7">No end?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.8">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.9">My throat, my soul is hoarse;</l>
<l id="h058-p1.10">My heart is wither'd like a ground</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.11">Which Thou dost curse;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.12">My thoughts turn round,</l>
<l id="h058-p1.13">And make me giddy: L<small id="h058-p1.14">ORD</small>, I fall,</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.15">Yet call.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.16">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.17">Bowels of pity, hear;</l>
<l id="h058-p1.18">L<small id="h058-p1.19">ORD</small> of my soul, love of my mind,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.20">Bow down Thine ear;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.21">Let not the wind</l>
<l id="h058-p1.22">Scatter my words, and in the same</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.23">Thy name.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.24">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.25">Look on my sorrows round;</l>
<l id="h058-p1.26">Mark well my furnace. O, what flames,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.27">What heats abound!</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.28">What griefs, what shames!</l>
<l id="h058-p1.29">Consider, L<small id="h058-p1.30">ORD</small>; L<small id="h058-p1.31">ORD</small>, bow thine ear,</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.32">And hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.33">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.34">L<small id="h058-p1.35">ORD</small> J<small id="h058-p1.36">ESU</small>, Thou didst bow</l>
<l id="h058-p1.37">Thy dying head upon the tree;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.38">O, be not now</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.39">More dead to me.</l>
<l id="h058-p1.40">L<small id="h058-p1.41">ORD</small>, hear. Shall He that made the ear</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.42">Not hear?</l>
<pb n="44" id="h058-Page_44" />
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.43">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.44">To Thee help appertains:</l>
<l id="h058-p1.45">Hast Thou left all things to their course,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.46">And laid the reins</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.47">Upon the horse?</l>
<l id="h058-p1.48">Is all lock'd? hath a sinner's plea</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.49">No key?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.50">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.51">Thou tarriest, while I die,</l>
<l id="h058-p1.52">And fall to nothing: Thou dost reign,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.53">And rule on high,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.54">While I remain</l>
<l id="h058-p1.55">In bitter grief; yet am I styled</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.56">Thy child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h058-p1.57">
<l class="t2" id="h058-p1.58">My Love, my Sweetness, hear:</l>
<l id="h058-p1.59">By these Thy feet, at which my heart</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.60">Lies all the year,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h058-p1.61">Pluck out Thy dart,</l>
<l id="h058-p1.62">And heal my troubled breast, which cries,</l>
<l class="t7" id="h058-p1.63">Which dies.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Away despair! my gracious Lord doth hear" progress="13.64%" prev="h058" next="h060" id="h059">
<hymn id="h059-p0.1">
<h3 id="h059-p0.2">LIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h059-p1">THE BAG</p>

<verse id="h059-p1.1">
<l id="h059-p1.2">Away despair! my gracious L<small id="h059-p1.3">ORD</small> doth hear;</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.4">Though winds and waves assault my keel,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.5">He doth preserve it; He doth steer,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.6">Ev'n when the boat seems most to reel.</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.7">Storms are the triumph of His art;</l>
<l id="h059-p1.8">Well may He close His eyes, but not His heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h059-p1.9">
<l id="h059-p1.10">Hast thou not heard that my L<small id="h059-p1.11">ORD</small> J<small id="h059-p1.12">ESUS</small> died?</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.13">Then let me tell thee a strange story:</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.14">The G<small id="h059-p1.15">OD</small> of power, as He did ride</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.16">In His majestic robes of glory,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.17">Resolved to 'light, and so one day</l>
<l id="h059-p1.18">He did descend, undressing all the way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h059-p1.19">
<l id="h059-p1.20">The stars His tire of light and rings obtain'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.21">The cloud His bow, the fire His spear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.22">The sky His azure mantle gain'd;</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.23">And when they ask'd what He would wear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.24">He smiled, and said as He did go,</l>
<l id="h059-p1.25">He had new clothes a-making here below.</l>
<pb n="45" id="h059-Page_45" />
</verse>

<verse id="h059-p1.26">
<l id="h059-p1.27">When He was come, as travellers are wont,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.28">He did repair unto an inn.</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.29">Both then, and after, many a brunt</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.30">He did endure to cancel sin;</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.31">And having given the rest before,</l>
<l id="h059-p1.32">Here He gave up His life to pay our score.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h059-p1.33">
<l id="h059-p1.34">But as He was returning, there came one</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.35">That ran upon Him with a spear.</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.36">He, who came hither all alone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.37">Bringing nor man, nor arms, nor fear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.38">Received the blow upon His side,</l>
<l id="h059-p1.39">And straight He turn'd, and to His brethren cried,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h059-p1.40">
<l id="h059-p1.41">'If ye have anything to send or write--</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.42">I have no bag, but here is room--</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.43">Unto My Father's hands and sight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.44">Believe Me, it shall safely come.</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.45">That I shall mind what you impart,</l>
<l id="h059-p1.46">Look, you may put it very near my heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h059-p1.47">
<l id="h059-p1.48">'Or if hereafter any of My friends</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.49">Will use Me in this kind, the door</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.50">Shall still be open; what he sends</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.51">I will present, and somewhat more,</l>
<l class="t" id="h059-p1.52">Not to his hurt: sighs will convey</l>
<l id="h059-p1.53">Anything to Me.' Hark, Despair, away!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When God at first made Man" progress="13.92%" prev="h059" next="h061" id="h060">
<hymn id="h060-p0.1">
<h3 id="h060-p0.2">LX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h060-p1">THE PULLEY</p>

<verse id="h060-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.2">When G<small id="h060-p1.3">OD</small> at first made Man,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.4">Having a glass of blessings standing by,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.5">'Let us,' said He, 'pour on him all we can;</l>
<l id="h060-p1.6">Let the world's riches, which disperséd lie,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.7">Contract into a span.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h060-p1.8">
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.9">So strength first made a way;</l>
<l id="h060-p1.10">Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure:</l>
<l id="h060-p1.11">When almost all was out, G<small id="h060-p1.12">OD</small> made a stay,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.13">Perceiving that, alone of all His treasure,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.14">Rest in the bottom lay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h060-p1.15">
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.16">'For if I should,' said He,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.17">'Bestow this jewel also on My creature,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.18">He would adore My gifts instead of Me,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.19">And rest in Nature, not the G<small id="h060-p1.20">OD</small> of Nature;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.21">So both should losers be.</l>
<pb n="46" id="h060-Page_46" />
</verse>

<verse id="h060-p1.22">
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.23">'Yet let him keep the rest,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.24">But keep them with repining restlessness;</l>
<l id="h060-p1.25">Let him be rich and weary, that at least,</l>
<l id="h060-p1.26">If goodness lead him not, yet weariness</l>
<l class="t2" id="h060-p1.27">May toss him to My breast.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean" progress="14.06%" prev="h060" next="h062" id="h061">
<hymn id="h061-p0.1">
<h3 id="h061-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p38.4" id="h061-p0.3">LXI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h061-p1">THE FLOWER</p>

<verse id="h061-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.2">How fresh, O L<small id="h061-p1.3">ORD</small>, how sweet and clean</l>
<l id="h061-p1.4">Are Thy returns! e'en as the flowers in Spring</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.5">To which, besides their own <a href="#notes-p38.4" id="h061-p1.6">demesne</a>,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.7">The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.8">Grief melts away</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.9">Like snow in May,</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.10">As if there were no such cold thing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h061-p1.11">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.12">Who would have thought my shrivell'd heart</l>
<l id="h061-p1.13">Could have recover'd greenness? It was gone</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.14">Quite underground; as flowers depart</l>
<l id="h061-p1.15">To see their mother-root, when they have blown,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.16">Where they together</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.17">All the hard weather,</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.18">Dead to the world, keep house unknown.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h061-p1.19">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.20">These are Thy wonders, L<small id="h061-p1.21">ORD</small> of power,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.22">Killing and quickening, bringing down to Hell</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.23">And up to Heaven in an hour;</l>
<l id="h061-p1.24">Making a <a href="#notes-p38.4" id="h061-p1.25">chiming of a passing bell</a>.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.26">We say amiss,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.27">This or that is;</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.28">Thy Word is all, if we could spell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h061-p1.29">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.30">O that I once past changing were,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.31">Fast in Thy Paradise, where no flower can wither!</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.32">Many a Spring I shoot up fair,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.33"><a href="#notes-p38.4" id="h061-p1.34">Offering at Heaven</a>, growing and groaning thither;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.35">Nor doth my flower</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.36">Want a Spring-shower,</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.37">My sins and I joining together.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h061-p1.38">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.39">But while I grow in a straight line,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.40">Still upwards bent, as if Heaven were mine own,</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.41">Thy anger comes, and I decline:</l>
<l id="h061-p1.42">What frost to that? what pole is not the zone</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.43">Where all things burn,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.44">When Thou dost turn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.45">And the least frown of Thine is shown?</l>
<pb n="47" id="h061-Page_47" />
</verse>

<verse id="h061-p1.46">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.47">And now in age I bud again,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.48">After so many deaths I live and write;</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.49">I once more smell the dew and rain,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.50">And relish versing: O my only Light,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.51">It cannot be</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.52">That I am he</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.53">On whom Thy tempests fell all night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h061-p1.54">
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.55">These are Thy wonders, L<small id="h061-p1.56">ORD</small> of love,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.57">To make us see we are but flowers that glide;</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.58">Which when we once can find and prove,</l>
<l id="h061-p1.59">Thou hast a garden for us where to bide.--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.60">Who would be more,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h061-p1.61"><a href="#notes-p38.4" id="h061-p1.62">Swelling through store</a>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h061-p1.63">Forfeit their Paradise by their pride.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h061-p2">See <a href="#notes-p38.4" id="h061-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When first Thy sweet and gracious eye" progress="14.36%" prev="h061" next="h063" id="h062">
<hymn id="h062-p0.1">
<h3 id="h062-p0.2">LXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h062-p1">THE GLANCE</p>

<verse id="h062-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h062-p1.2">When first Thy sweet and gracious eye</l>
<l id="h062-p1.3">Vouchsafed, e'en in the midst of youth and night,</l>
<l id="h062-p1.4">To look upon me, who before did lie</l>
<l class="t6" id="h062-p1.5">Weltering in sin,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h062-p1.6">I felt a sugar'd strange delight,</l>
<l id="h062-p1.7">Passing all cordials made by any art,</l>
<l id="h062-p1.8">Bedew, embalm, and overrun my heart,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h062-p1.9">And take it in.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h062-p1.10">
<l class="t2" id="h062-p1.11">Since that time many a bitter storm</l>
<l id="h062-p1.12">My soul hath felt, ev'n able to destroy,</l>
<l id="h062-p1.13">Had the malicious and ill-meaning harm</l>
<l class="t6" id="h062-p1.14">His swing and sway;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h062-p1.15">But still Thy sweet original joy</l>
<l id="h062-p1.16">Sprung from Thine eye, did work within my soul,</l>
<l id="h062-p1.17">And surging griefs, when they grew bold, control,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h062-p1.18">And got the day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h062-p1.19">
<l class="t2" id="h062-p1.20">If Thy first glance so powerful be--</l>
<l id="h062-p1.21">A mirth<note n="69" id="h062-p1.22"><i>mirth</i>, joy; as in St. 2</note> but open'd, and seal'd up again--</l>
<l id="h062-p1.23">What wonders shall we feel when we shall see</l>
<l class="t6" id="h062-p1.24">Thy full-eyed love!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h062-p1.25">When Thou shalt look us out of pain,</l>
<l id="h062-p1.26">And one aspect of Thine spend in delight</l>
<l id="h062-p1.27">More than a thousand suns disburse in light,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h062-p1.28">In Heaven above!</l>
</verse>



<pb n="48" id="h062-Page_48" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="If we could see below" progress="14.52%" prev="h062" next="h064" id="h063">
<hymn id="h063-p0.1">
<h3 id="h063-p0.2">LXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h063-p1">THE FOIL</p>

<verse id="h063-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h063-p1.2">If we could see below</l>
<l id="h063-p1.3">The sphere of Virtue and each shining grace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h063-p1.4">As plainly as that above doth show,</l>
<l id="h063-p1.5">This were the better sky, the brighter place.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h063-p1.6">
<l class="t2" id="h063-p1.7">G<small id="h063-p1.8">OD</small> hath made stars the foil</l>
<l id="h063-p1.9">To set-off virtues, griefs to set-off sinning;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h063-p1.10">Yet in this wretched world we toil,</l>
<l id="h063-p1.11">As if grief were not foul, nor virtue winning.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Let wits contest" progress="14.58%" prev="h063" next="h065" id="h064">
<hymn id="h064-p0.1">
<h3 id="h064-p0.2">LXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h064-p1">THE POSY</p>

<verse id="h064-p1.1">
<l class="t3" id="h064-p1.2">Let wits contest,</l>
<l id="h064-p1.3">And with their words and posies windows fill;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h064-p1.4">'Less than the least</l>
<l id="h064-p1.5">Of all Thy mercies,' is my posy still.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h064-p1.6">
<l class="t3" id="h064-p1.7">This on my ring,</l>
<l id="h064-p1.8">This by my picture, in my book I write;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h064-p1.9">Whether I sing,</l>
<l id="h064-p1.10">Or say, or dictate, this is my delight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h064-p1.11">
<l class="t3" id="h064-p1.12">Invention, rest;</l>
<l id="h064-p1.13">Comparisons, go play; wit, use thy will;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h064-p1.14">'Less than the least</l>
<l id="h064-p1.15">Of all G<small id="h064-p1.16">OD</small>'s mercies' is my posy still.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="A wreathéd garland of deservéd praise" progress="14.65%" prev="h064" next="h066" id="h065">
<hymn id="h065-p0.1">
<h3 id="h065-p0.2">LXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h065-p1">A WREATH</p>

<verse id="h065-p1.1">
<l id="h065-p1.2">A wreathéd garland of deservéd praise,</l>
<l id="h065-p1.3">Of praise deservéd, unto Thee I give,</l>
<l id="h065-p1.4">I give to Thee, Who knowest all my ways,</l>
<l id="h065-p1.5">My crookéd winding ways, wherein I live--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h065-p1.6">
<l id="h065-p1.7">Wherein I die, not live; for life is straight,</l>
<l id="h065-p1.8">Straight as a line, and ever tends to Thee--</l>
<l id="h065-p1.9">To Thee, Who art more far above deceit,</l>
<l id="h065-p1.10">Than deceit seems above simplicity.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h065-p1.11">
<l id="h065-p1.12">Give me simplicity, that I may live;</l>
<l id="h065-p1.13">So live and like, that I may know Thy ways;</l>
<l id="h065-p1.14">Know them and practise them; then shall I give,</l>
<l id="h065-p1.15">For this poor wreath, give Thee a crown of praise.</l>
<pb n="49" id="h065-Page_49" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Throw away Thy rod" progress="14.74%" prev="h065" next="h067" id="h066">
<hymn id="h066-p0.1">
<h3 id="h066-p0.2">LXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h066-p1">DISCIPLINE</p>

<verse id="h066-p1.1">
<l id="h066-p1.2">Throw away Thy rod,</l>
<l id="h066-p1.3">Throw away Thy wrath;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.4">O my G<small id="h066-p1.5">OD</small>,</l>
<l id="h066-p1.6">Take the gentle path.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h066-p1.7">
<l id="h066-p1.8">For my heart's desire</l>
<l id="h066-p1.9">Unto Thine is bent;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.10">I aspire</l>
<l id="h066-p1.11">To a full consent.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h066-p1.12">
<l id="h066-p1.13">Though I fail, I weep;</l>
<l id="h066-p1.14">Though I halt in pace,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.15">Yet I creep</l>
<l id="h066-p1.16">To the throne of grace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h066-p1.17">
<l id="h066-p1.18">Then let wrath remove;</l>
<l id="h066-p1.19">Love will do the deed;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.20">For with love</l>
<l id="h066-p1.21">Stony hearts will bleed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h066-p1.22">
<l id="h066-p1.23">Love is swift of foot;</l>
<l id="h066-p1.24">Love's a man of war,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.25">And can shoot,</l>
<l id="h066-p1.26">And can hit from far.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h066-p1.27">
<l id="h066-p1.28">Who can 'scape his bow?</l>
<l id="h066-p1.29">That which wrought on Thee,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.30">Brought Thee low,</l>
<l id="h066-p1.31">Needs must work on me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h066-p1.32">
<l id="h066-p1.33">Throw away Thy rod:</l>
<l id="h066-p1.34">Though man frailties hath,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h066-p1.35">Thou art G<small id="h066-p1.36">OD</small>;</l>
<l id="h066-p1.37">Throw away Thy wrath.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Teach me, my God and King" progress="14.85%" prev="h066" next="h068" id="h067">
<hymn id="h067-p0.1">
<h3 id="h067-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p40.3" id="h067-p0.3">LXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h067-p1">THE ELIXIR</p>

<verse id="h067-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.2">Teach me, my G<small id="h067-p1.3">OD</small> and King,</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.4">In all things Thee to see,</l>
<l id="h067-p1.5">And what I do in anything,</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.6">To do it as for Thee.</l>
<pb n="50" id="h067-Page_50" />
</verse>

<verse id="h067-p1.7">
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.8">All may of Thee partake:</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.9">Nothing can be so mean</l>
<l id="h067-p1.10">Which with his tincture<note n="70" id="h067-p1.11"><i>his tincture</i>, see <a href="#notes-p40.3" id="h067-p1.12">Note</a></note>, For Thy sake,</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.13">Will not grow bright and clean.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h067-p1.14">
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.15">A servant with this clause</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.16">Makes drudgery divine;</l>
<l id="h067-p1.17">Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.18">Makes that and the action fine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h067-p1.19">
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.20">This is the famous stone</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.21">That turneth all to gold;</l>
<l id="h067-p1.22">For that which G<small id="h067-p1.23">OD</small> doth touch and own</l>
<l class="t" id="h067-p1.24">Cannot for less be told<note n="71" id="h067-p1.25"><i>told</i>, reckoned</note>.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing" progress="14.95%" prev="h067" next="h069" id="h068">
<hymn id="h068-p0.1">
<h3 id="h068-p0.2">LXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h068-p1">DEATH</p>

<verse id="h068-p1.1">
<l id="h068-p1.2">Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h068-p1.3">Nothing but bones,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h068-p1.4">The sad effect of sadder groans:</l>
<l id="h068-p1.5">Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h068-p1.6">
<l id="h068-p1.7">For we consider'd thee as at some six</l>
<l class="t4" id="h068-p1.8">Or ten years hence,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h068-p1.9">After the loss of life and sense;</l>
<l id="h068-p1.10">Flesh being turn'd to dust, and bones to sticks.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h068-p1.11">
<l id="h068-p1.12">We look'd   on this side of thee, shooting short,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h068-p1.13">Where we did find</l>
<l class="t2" id="h068-p1.14">The shells of fledge-souls left behind;</l>
<l id="h068-p1.15">Dry dust, which sheds no tears, but may extort.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h068-p1.16">
<l id="h068-p1.17">But since our Saviour's death did put some blood</l>
<l class="t4" id="h068-p1.18">Into thy face,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h068-p1.19">Thou art grown fair and full of grace,</l>
<l id="h068-p1.20">Much in request, much sought for, as a good.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h068-p1.21">
<l id="h068-p1.22">For we do now behold thee gay and glad,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h068-p1.23">As at doomsday,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h068-p1.24">When souls shall wear their new array,</l>
<l id="h068-p1.25">And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h068-p1.26">
<l id="h068-p1.27">Therefore we can go die as sleep, and trust</l>
<l class="t4" id="h068-p1.28">Half that we have</l>
<l class="t2" id="h068-p1.29">Unto an honest faithful grave,</l>
<l id="h068-p1.30">Making our pillows either down, or dust.</l>
<pb n="51" id="h068-Page_51" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back" progress="15.11%" prev="h068" next="h070" id="h069">
<hymn id="h069-p0.1">
<h3 id="h069-p0.2">LXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h069-p1">LOVE</p>

<verse id="h069-p1.1">
<l id="h069-p1.2">Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.3">Guilty of dust and sin.</l>
<l id="h069-p1.4">But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.5">From my first entrance in,</l>
<l id="h069-p1.6">Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.7">If I lack'd anything.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h069-p1.8">
<l id="h069-p1.9">'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:'</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.10">Love said, 'You shall be he.'</l>
<l id="h069-p1.11">'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.12">I cannot look on Thee.'</l>
<l id="h069-p1.13">Love took my hand, and smiling, did reply,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.14">'Who made the eyes but I?'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h069-p1.15">
<l id="h069-p1.16">'Truth, L<small id="h069-p1.17">ORD</small>, but I have marr'd them; let my shame</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.18">Go where it doth deserve.'</l>
<l id="h069-p1.19">'And know you not,' says Love, 'who bore the blame?'</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.20">'My dear, then I will serve.'</l>
<l id="h069-p1.21">You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'</l>
<l class="t4" id="h069-p1.22">So I did sit and eat.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Iesu is in my heart; His sacred name" progress="15.23%" prev="h069" next="h071" id="h070">
<hymn id="h070-p0.1">
<h3 id="h070-p0.2">LXX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h070-p1">IESU</p>

<verse id="h070-p1.1">
<l id="h070-p1.2">IESU is in my heart; His sacred name</l>
<l id="h070-p1.3">Is deeply carvéd there: but th' other week</l>
<l id="h070-p1.4">A great affliction broke the little frame,</l>
<l id="h070-p1.5">Ev'n all to pieces; which I went to seek:</l>
<l id="h070-p1.6">And first I found the corner where was I,</l>
<l id="h070-p1.7">After, where ES, and next where U was graved.</l>
<l id="h070-p1.8">When I had got these parcels, instantly</l>
<l id="h070-p1.9">I sat me down to spell them, and perceived</l>
<l id="h070-p1.10">That to my broken heart He was <i>I ease you</i>,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h070-p1.11">And to my whole is IESU.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Alas! my Lord is going" progress="15.30%" prev="h070" next="h072" id="h071">
<hymn id="h071-p0.1">
<h3 id="h071-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p41.3" id="h071-p0.3">LXXI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h071-p1">COMFORT IN EXTREMITY</p>

<verse id="h071-p1.1">
<l id="h071-p1.2">Alas! my L<small id="h071-p1.3">ORD</small> is going,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.4">Oh my woe!</l>
<l id="h071-p1.5">It will be mine undoing;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.6">If He go,</l>
<pb n="52" id="h071-Page_52" />
<l id="h071-p1.7">I'll run and overtake Him;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.8">If He stay,</l>
<l id="h071-p1.9">I'll cry aloud, and make Him</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.10">Look this way.</l>
<l class="t" id="h071-p1.11">O stay, my L<small id="h071-p1.12">ORD</small>, my Love, 'tis I;</l>
<l class="t" id="h071-p1.13">Comfort me quickly, or I die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h071-p1.14">
<l id="h071-p1.15">'Cheer up thy drooping spirits;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.16">I am here.</l>
<l id="h071-p1.17">Mine all-sufficient merits</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.18">Shall appear</l>
<l id="h071-p1.19">Before the throne of glory</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.20">In thy stead:</l>
<l id="h071-p1.21">I'll put into thy story</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.22">What I did.</l>
<l class="t" id="h071-p1.23">Lift up thine eyes, sad soul, and see</l>
<l class="t" id="h071-p1.24">Thy Saviour here. Lo, I am He.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h071-p1.25">
<l id="h071-p1.26">Alas! shall I present</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.27">My sinfulness</l>
<l id="h071-p1.28">To Thee? Thou wilt resent</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.29">The loathsomeness.</l>
<l id="h071-p1.30">'Be not afraid, I'll take</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.31">Thy sins on Me,</l>
<l id="h071-p1.32">And all My favour make</l>
<l class="t5" id="h071-p1.33">To shine on thee.'</l>
<l class="t" id="h071-p1.34">L<small id="h071-p1.35">ORD</small>, what Thou'lt have me, Thou must make me.</l>
<l class="t" id="h071-p1.36">'As I have made thee now, I take thee.'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h071-p2">C. Harvey</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What am I who dare call Thee, God" progress="15.44%" prev="h071" next="h073" id="h072">
<hymn id="h072-p0.1">
<h3 id="h072-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p42.2" id="h072-p0.3">LXXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h072-p1">DEUS DEUS MEUS</p>

<verse id="h072-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.2">What am I who dare call Thee, G<small id="h072-p1.3">OD</small>!</l>
<l id="h072-p1.4">And raise my fancy to discourse Thy power?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.5">To whom dust is the period,</l>
<l id="h072-p1.6">Who am not sure to farm<note n="72" id="h072-p1.7"><i>farm</i>, possess or rent: (see <a href="#h075" id="h072-p1.8"><small id="h072-p1.9">LXXV</small>, St. 6</a>)</note> this very hour?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.10">For how know I the latest sand</l>
<l id="h072-p1.11">In my frail glass of life, doth not now fall?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.12">And while I thus astonish'd stand</l>
<l id="h072-p1.13">I but prepare for my own funeral?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.14">Death doth with man no order keep:</l>
<l id="h072-p1.15">It reckons not by the expense<note n="73" id="h072-p1.16"><i>expense</i>, expenditure</note> of years,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.17">But makes the Queen and beggar weep,</l>
<l id="h072-p1.18">And ne'er distinguishes between their tears.</l>
<pb n="53" id="h072-Page_53" />
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.19">He who the victory doth gain</l>
<l id="h072-p1.20">Falls as he him pursues, who from him flies,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.21">And is by too good fortune slain:</l>
<l id="h072-p1.22">The lover in his amorous courtship dies:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.23">The statesman suddenly expires</l>
<l id="h072-p1.24">While he for others ruin doth prepare:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.25">And the gay Lady while she admires</l>
<l id="h072-p1.26">Her pride, and curls in wanton nets her hair.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.27">No state of man is fortified</l>
<l id="h072-p1.28">'Gainst the assault of th' universal doom:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h072-p1.29">But who the Almighty fear, deride</l>
<l id="h072-p1.30">Pale Death, and meet with triumph in the tomb.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h072-p2">W. Habington</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Welcome, thou safe retreat" progress="15.62%" prev="h072" next="h074" id="h073">
<hymn id="h073-p0.1">
<h3 id="h073-p0.2">LXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h073-p1">SOLUM MIHI SUPEREST SEPULCHRUM</p>

<verse id="h073-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h073-p1.2">Welcome, thou safe retreat!</l>
<l id="h073-p1.3">Where th' injured man may fortify</l>
<l id="h073-p1.4">'Gainst the invasions of the great:</l>
<l id="h073-p1.5">Where the lean slave, who th' oar doth ply,</l>
<l id="h073-p1.6">Soft as his admiral may lie.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h073-p1.7">
<l class="t" id="h073-p1.8">Great statist! 'tis your doom,</l>
<l id="h073-p1.9">Though your designs swell high and wide,</l>
<l id="h073-p1.10">To be contracted in a tomb!</l>
<l id="h073-p1.11">And all your happy cares provide</l>
<l id="h073-p1.12">But for your heir authórized pride.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h073-p1.13">
<l class="t" id="h073-p1.14">Nor shall your shade delight</l>
<l id="h073-p1.15">I' th' pomp of your proud obsequies:</l>
<l id="h073-p1.16">And should the present flattery write</l>
<l id="h073-p1.17">A glorious epitaph, the wise</l>
<l id="h073-p1.18">Will say, 'The poet's wit here lies.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h073-p1.19">
<l class="t" id="h073-p1.20">How reconciled to fate</l>
<l id="h073-p1.21">Will grow the aged villager,</l>
<l id="h073-p1.22">When he shall see your funeral state!</l>
<l id="h073-p1.23">Since death will him as warm inter</l>
<l id="h073-p1.24">As you in your gay sepulchre.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h073-p1.25">
<l class="t" id="h073-p1.26">The great decree of G<small id="h073-p1.27">OD</small></l>
<l id="h073-p1.28">Makes every path of mortals lead</l>
<l id="h073-p1.29">To this dark common period.</l>
<l id="h073-p1.30">For what by-ways soe'er we tread,</l>
<l id="h073-p1.31">We end our journey 'mong the dead.</l>
<pb n="54" id="h073-Page_54" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="You Spirits! who have thrown away" progress="15.77%" prev="h073" next="h075" id="h074">
<hymn id="h074-p0.1">
<h3 id="h074-p0.2">LXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h074-p1">LAUDATE DOMINUM DE CAELIS</p>

<verse id="h074-p1.1">
<l id="h074-p1.2">You Spirits! who have thrown away</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.3">That envious weight of clay,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.4">Which your celestial flight denied:</l>
<l id="h074-p1.5">Who by your glorious troops supply</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.6">The wingéd Hierarchy,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.7">So broken in the Angels' pride!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h074-p1.8">
<l id="h074-p1.9">O you! whom your Creator's sight</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.10">Inebriates with delight!</l>
<l id="h074-p1.11">Sing forth the triumphs of His name</l>
<l id="h074-p1.12">All you enamour'd souls! agree</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.13">In a loud symphony,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.14">To give expressions to your flame!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h074-p1.15">
<l id="h074-p1.16">To Him, His own great works relate,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.17">Who deign'd to elevate</l>
<l id="h074-p1.18">You 'bove the frailty of your birth:</l>
<l id="h074-p1.19">Where you stand safe from that rude war,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.20">With which we troubled are</l>
<l id="h074-p1.21">By the rebellion of our earth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h074-p1.22">
<l id="h074-p1.23">While a corrupted air beneath</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.24">Here in this world we breathe,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.25">Each hour some passion us assails:</l>
<l id="h074-p1.26">Now lust casts wild-fire in the blood,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.27">Or that it may seem good,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.28">Itself in wit or beauty veils.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h074-p1.29">
<l id="h074-p1.30">Then envy circles us with hate,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.31">And lays a siege so streight,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.32">No heavenly succour enters in:</l>
<l id="h074-p1.33">But if revenge admittance find,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.34">For ever hath the mind</l>
<l id="h074-p1.35">Made forfeit of itself to sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h074-p1.36">
<l id="h074-p1.37">Assaulted thus, how dare we raise</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.38">Our minds to think His praise,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.39">Who is eternal and immense?</l>
<l id="h074-p1.40">How dare we force our feeble wit</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.41">To speak Him infinite,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.42">So far above the search of sense?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h074-p1.43">
<l id="h074-p1.44">O you! who are immaculate</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.45">His name may celebrate</l>
<l id="h074-p1.46">In your soul's bright expansión:</l>
<l id="h074-p1.47">You whom your virtues did unite</l>
<l class="t3" id="h074-p1.48">To His perpetual light,</l>
<l id="h074-p1.49">That even with Him you now shine one.</l>
<pb n="55" id="h074-Page_55" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Time! where didst thou those years inter" progress="16.01%" prev="h074" next="h076" id="h075">
<hymn id="h075-p0.1">
<h3 id="h075-p0.2">LXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h075-p1">RECOGITABO TIBI OMNES ANNOS MEOS</p>

<verse id="h075-p1.1">
<l id="h075-p1.2">Time! where didst thou those years inter</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.3">Which I have seen decease?</l>
<l id="h075-p1.4">My soul's at war, and truth bids her</l>
<l id="h075-p1.5">Find out their hidden sepulchre,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.6">To give her troubles peace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h075-p1.7">
<l id="h075-p1.8">Pregnant with flowers doth not the Spring</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.9">Like a late bride appear?</l>
<l id="h075-p1.10">Whose feather'd music<note n="74" id="h075-p1.11"><i>music</i>, used here plurally for <i>musicians</i></note> only bring</l>
<l id="h075-p1.12">Caresses, and no requiem sing</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.13">On the departed year?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h075-p1.14">
<l id="h075-p1.15">The Earth, like some rich wanton heir</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.16">Whose parents coffin'd lie,</l>
<l id="h075-p1.17">Forgets it once look'd pale and bare,</l>
<l id="h075-p1.18">And doth for vanities prepare,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.19">As the Spring ne'er should die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h075-p1.20">
<l id="h075-p1.21">The present hour, flatter'd by all,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.22">Reflects not on the last;</l>
<l id="h075-p1.23">But I, like a sad factor<note n="75" id="h075-p1.24"><i>factor</i>, business-manager</note>, shall</l>
<l id="h075-p1.25">To account my life each moment call,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.26">And only weep the past.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h075-p1.27">
<l id="h075-p1.28">My memory tracks each several way</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.29">Since reason did begin</l>
<l id="h075-p1.30">Over my actions her first sway:</l>
<l id="h075-p1.31">And teacheth me that each new day</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.32">Did only vary sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h075-p1.33">
<l id="h075-p1.34">Poor bankrupt Conscience! where are those</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.35">Rich hours but farm'd to thee?</l>
<l id="h075-p1.36">How carelessly I some did lose,</l>
<l id="h075-p1.37">And other to my lust dispose,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.38">As no rent-day should be!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h075-p1.39">
<l id="h075-p1.40">I have infected with impure</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.41">Disorders my first years.</l>
<l id="h075-p1.42">But I'll to penitence inure</l>
<l id="h075-p1.43">Those that succeed. There is no cure</l>
<l class="t3" id="h075-p1.44">Nor antidote but tears.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When I survey the bright" progress="16.23%" prev="h075" next="h077" id="h076">
<pb n="56" id="h076-Page_56" />
<hymn id="h076-p0.1">
<h3 id="h076-p0.2">LXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h076-p1">NOX NOCTI INDICAT SCIENTIAM</p>

<verse id="h076-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.2">When I survey the bright</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.3">Celestial sphere;</l>
<l id="h076-p1.4">So rich with jewels hung, that Night</l>
<l id="h076-p1.5">Doth like an Ethiop bride appear;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.6">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.7">My soul her wings doth spread</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.8">And heaven-ward flies,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.9">The Almighty's mysteries to read</l>
<l id="h076-p1.10">In the large volumes of the skies.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.11">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.12">For the bright firmament</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.13">Shoots forth no flame</l>
<l id="h076-p1.14">So silent, but is eloquent</l>
<l id="h076-p1.15">In speaking the Creator's name.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.16">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.17">No unregarded star</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.18">Contracts its light</l>
<l id="h076-p1.19">Into so small a character,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.20">Removed far from our human sight,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.21">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.22">But if we steadfast look</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.23">We shall discern</l>
<l id="h076-p1.24">In it, as in some holy book,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.25">How man may heavenly knowledge learn.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.26">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.27">It tells the conqueror,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.28">That far-stretch'd power,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.29">Which his proud dangers traffic for,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.30">Is but the triumph of an hour:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.31">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.32">That from the farthest North,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.33">Some nation may,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.34">Yet undiscover'd, issue forth,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.35">And o'er his new-got conquest sway:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.36">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.37">Some nation yet shut in</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.38">With hills of ice</l>
<l id="h076-p1.39">May be let out to scourge his sin,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.40">Till they shall equal him in vice.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.41">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.42">And then they likewise shall</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.43">Their ruin have;</l>
<l id="h076-p1.44">For as yourselves your empires fall,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.45">And every kingdom hath a grave.</l>
<pb n="57" id="h076-Page_57" />
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.46">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.47">Thus those celestial fires,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.48">Though seeming mute,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.49">The fallacy of our desires</l>
<l id="h076-p1.50">And all the pride of life confute:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h076-p1.51">
<l class="t" id="h076-p1.52">For they have watch'd since first</l>
<l class="t4" id="h076-p1.53">The World had birth:</l>
<l id="h076-p1.54">And found sin in itself accurst,</l>
<l id="h076-p1.55">And nothing permanent on Earth.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Show me more love, my dearest Lord" progress="16.46%" prev="h076" next="h078" id="h077">
<hymn id="h077-p0.1">
<h3 id="h077-p0.2">LXXVII</h3>

<verse id="h077-p0.3">
<l id="h077-p0.4">Show me more love, my dearest L<small id="h077-p0.5">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h077-p0.6">Oh turn away Thy clouded face,</l>
<l id="h077-p0.7">Give me some secret look or word</l>
<l id="h077-p0.8">That may betoken love and grace;</l>
<l id="h077-p0.9">No day or time is black to me</l>
<l id="h077-p0.10">But that wherein I see not Thee.</l>
<l id="h077-p0.11">Show me more love: a clouded face</l>
<l id="h077-p0.12">Strikes deeper than an angry blow;</l>
<l id="h077-p0.13">Love me and kill me by Thy grace,</l>
<l id="h077-p0.14">I shall not much bewail my woe.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h077-p0.15">But even to be</l>
<l class="t3" id="h077-p0.16">In heaven unloved of Thee,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h077-p0.17">Were hell in heaven for to see.</l>
<l id="h077-p0.18">Then hear my cry and help afford:</l>
<l id="h077-p0.19">Show me more love, my dearest L<small id="h077-p0.20">ORD</small>!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h077-p0.21">
<l id="h077-p0.22">Show me more love, my dearest L<small id="h077-p0.23">ORD</small>,--</l>
<l id="h077-p0.24">I cannot think, nor speak, nor pray;</l>
<l id="h077-p0.25">Thy work stands still, my strength is stored</l>
<l id="h077-p0.26">In Thee alone. Oh come away,</l>
<l id="h077-p0.27">Show me Thy beauties, call them mine,</l>
<l id="h077-p0.28">My heart and tongue will soon be Thine.</l>
<l id="h077-p0.29">Show me more love; or if my heart</l>
<l id="h077-p0.30">Too common be for such a guest,</l>
<l id="h077-p0.31">Let Thy good Spirit, by Its art,</l>
<l id="h077-p0.32">Make entry and put out the rest;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h077-p0.33">For 'tis Thy nest.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h077-p0.34">Then he's of heaven possest,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h077-p0.35">That heaven hath in his breast.</l>
<l id="h077-p0.36">Then hear my cry, and help afford;</l>
<l id="h077-p0.37">Show me more love, my dearest L<small id="h077-p0.38">ORD</small>!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h077-p1">Anon.</p>
<pb n="58" id="h077-Page_58" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, what unvalued pleasures crown'd" progress="16.64%" prev="h077" next="h079" id="h078">
<hymn id="h078-p0.1">
<h3 id="h078-p0.2">LXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h078-p1">THE INVITATION</p>

<verse id="h078-p1.1">
<l id="h078-p1.2">L<small id="h078-p1.3">ORD</small>, what unvalued pleasures crown'd</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.4">The days of old;</l>
<l id="h078-p1.5">When Thou wert so familiar found,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.6">Those days were gold;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h078-p1.7">
<l id="h078-p1.8">When Abram wish'd Thou couldst afford</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.9">With him to feast;</l>
<l id="h078-p1.10">When Lot but said, 'Turn in, my L<small id="h078-p1.11">ORD</small>,'</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.12">Thou wert his guest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h078-p1.13">
<l id="h078-p1.14">But, ah! this heart of mine doth pant,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.15">And beat for Thee;</l>
<l id="h078-p1.16">Yet Thou art strange, and wilt not grant</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.17">Thyself to me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h078-p1.18">
<l id="h078-p1.19">What, shall Thy people be so dear</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.20">To Thee no more?</l>
<l id="h078-p1.21">Or is not heaven to earth as near</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.22">As heretofore?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h078-p1.23">
<l id="h078-p1.24">The famish'd raven's hoarser cry</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.25">Finds out Thine ear;</l>
<l id="h078-p1.26">My soul is famish'd, and I die</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.27">Unless Thou hear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h078-p1.28">
<l id="h078-p1.29">O Thou great A<small id="h078-p1.30">LPHA</small>! King of kings!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.31">Or bow to me,</l>
<l id="h078-p1.32">Or lend my soul seraphic wings,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h078-p1.33">To get to Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h078-p2">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Eternal Mover, whose diffuséd glory" progress="16.77%" prev="h078" next="h080" id="h079">
<hymn id="h079-p0.1">
<h3 id="h079-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p43.2" id="h079-p0.3">LXXIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h079-p1">D. O. M.</p>

<verse id="h079-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.2">Eternal Mover, whose diffuséd glory,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.3">To show our grovelling reason what Thou art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.4">Unfolds itself in clouds of nature's story,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.5">Where Man, Thy proudest creature, acts his part;</l>
<l id="h079-p1.6">Whom yet, alas, I know not why, we call</l>
<l id="h079-p1.7">The world's contracted sum, the little all;</l>
<pb n="59" id="h079-Page_59" />
</verse>

<verse id="h079-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.9">For what are we but lumps of walking clay?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.10">Why should we swell? whence should our spirits rise?</l>
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.11">Are not brute beasts as strong, and birds as gay,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.12">Trees longer lived, and creeping things as wise?</l>
<l id="h079-p1.13">Only our souls were left an inward light,</l>
<l id="h079-p1.14">To feel our weakness, and confess Thy might.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h079-p1.15">
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.16">Thou then, our strength, Father of life and death,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.17">To whom our thanks, our vows, ourselves we owe,</l>
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.18">From me, Thy tenant of this fading breath,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.19">Accept those lines which from Thy goodness flow;</l>
<l id="h079-p1.20">And Thou, that wert Thy regal Prophet's muse,</l>
<l id="h079-p1.21">Do not Thy praise in weaker strains refuse!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h079-p1.22">
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.23">Let these poor notes ascend unto Thy throne,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.24">Where majesty doth sit with mercy crown'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.25">Where my Redeemer lives, in Whom alone</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.26">The errors of my wandering life are drown'd:</l>
<l id="h079-p1.27">Where all the choir of Heaven resound the same,</l>
<l id="h079-p1.28">That only Thine, Thine is the saving Name!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h079-p1.29">
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.30">Well, then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.31">Thy C<small id="h079-p1.32">HRIST</small>, that conquer'd Hell, shall from above</l>
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.33">With greater triumph yet return again,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.34">And conquer His own justice with His love;</l>
<l id="h079-p1.35">Commanding earth and seas to render those</l>
<l id="h079-p1.36">Unto His bliss, for whom He paid His woes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h079-p1.37">
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.38">Now have I done; now are my thoughts at peace;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.39">And now my joys are stronger than my grief:</l>
<l class="t" id="h079-p1.40">I feel those comforts, that shall never cease,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h079-p1.41">Future in hope, but present in belief;</l>
<l id="h079-p1.42">Thy words are true, Thy promises are just,</l>
<l id="h079-p1.43">And Thou wilt find Thy dearly-bought in dust!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h079-p2">H. Wotton</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven" progress="17.06%" prev="h079" next="h081" id="h080">
<hymn id="h080-p0.1">
<h3 id="h080-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p44.2" id="h080-p0.3">LXXX</a></h3>

<verse id="h080-p0.4">
<l id="h080-p0.5">Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven,</l>
<l class="t" id="h080-p0.6">And with divinest contemplation use</l>
<l id="h080-p0.7">Thy time, where Time's eternity is given,</l>
<l class="t" id="h080-p0.8">And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse;</l>
<l id="h080-p0.9">But down in [midnight] darkness let them lie;</l>
<l id="h080-p0.10">And live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h080-p0.11">
<l id="h080-p0.12">And thou, my soul, inspired with holy flame,</l>
<l class="t" id="h080-p0.13">View and review, with most regardful eye,</l>
<l id="h080-p0.14">That holy Cross, whence thy salvation came,</l>
<l class="t" id="h080-p0.15">On which thy Saviour and thy sin did die!</l>
<pb n="60" id="h080-Page_60" />
<l id="h080-p0.16">For in that sacred object is much pleasure,</l>
<l id="h080-p0.17">And in that Saviour is my life, my treasure.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h080-p0.18">
<l id="h080-p0.19">To thee, O J<small id="h080-p0.20">ESU</small>! I direct my eyes;</l>
<l class="t" id="h080-p0.21">To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees;</l>
<l id="h080-p0.22">To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice;</l>
<l class="t" id="h080-p0.23">To Thee my thoughts, Who my thoughts only sees:</l>
<l id="h080-p0.24">To Thee myself,--myself and all I give;</l>
<l id="h080-p0.25">To Thee I die; to Thee I only live!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h080-p1">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="This is the month, and this the happy morn" progress="17.21%" prev="h080" next="h082" id="h081">
<hymn id="h081-p0.1">
<h3 id="h081-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p45.2" id="h081-p0.3">LXXXI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h081-p1">ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY</p>

<verse id="h081-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.2">This is the month, and this the happy morn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.3">Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.4">Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.5">Our great redemption from above did bring;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.6">For so the holy sages once did sing,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.7">That He our deadly forfeit should release,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.8">And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.9">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.10">That glorious Form, that light unsufferable,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.11">And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.12">Wherewith He wont at Heaven's high council-table</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.13">To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.14">He laid aside; and, here with us to be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.15">Forsook the courts of everlasting day,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.16">And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.17">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.18">Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.19">Afford a present to the Infant G<small id="h081-p1.20">OD</small>?</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.21">Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.22">To welcome Him to this His new abode,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.23">Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.24">Hath took no print of the approaching light,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.25">And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.26">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.27">See how from far upon the eastern road</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.28">The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet!</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.29">Oh run, prevent them with thy humble ode,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.30">And lay it lowly at His blesséd feet;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.31">Have thou the honour first thy L<small id="h081-p1.32">ORD</small> to greet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.33">And join thy voice unto the angel quire,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.34">From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.</l>
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</verse>

<h4 id="h081-p1.35">THE HYMN</h4>

<verse id="h081-p1.36">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.37">It was the winter wild,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.38">While the heaven-born Child</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.39">All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.40">Nature, in awe to Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.41">Had doff'd her gaudy trim,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.42">With her great Master so to sympathize:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.43">It was no season then for her</l>
<l id="h081-p1.44">To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.45">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.46"><a id="h081-p1.47">Only with speeches fair</a></l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.48">She woos the gentle air</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.49">To hide her <a href="#notes-p45.2" id="h081-p1.50">guilty front</a> with innocent snow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.51">And on her naked shame,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.52">Pollute with sinful blame,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.53">The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.54">Confounded, that her Maker's eyes</l>
<l id="h081-p1.55">Should look so near upon her foul deformities.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.56">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.57">But He, her fears to cease,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.58">Sent down the meek-eyed Peace;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.59">She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.60">Down through the turning sphere<note n="76" id="h081-p1.61"><i>turning sphere</i>, of the Universe</note></l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.62">His ready harbinger,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.63">With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.64">And waving wide her myrtle wand,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.65">She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.66">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.67">No war, or battle's sound,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.68">Was heard the world around;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.69">The idle spear and shield were high uphung;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.70">The hookéd chariot stood,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.71">Unstain'd with hostile blood;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.72">The trumpet spake not to the arméd throng;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.73">And kings sat still with awful eye,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.74">As if they surely knew their sovran L<small id="h081-p1.75">ORD</small> was by.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.76">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.77">But peaceful was the night,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.78">Wherein the Prince of Light</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.79">His reign of peace upon the earth began:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.80">The winds with wonder whist<note n="77" id="h081-p1.81"><i>whist</i>, hushed</note></l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.82">Smoothly the waters kiss'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.83">Whispering new joys to the mild Oceán;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.84">Who now hath quite forgot to rave,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.85">While birds of calm sit brooding on the charméd wave.</l>
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</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.86">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.87">The stars with deep amaze</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.88">Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.89">Bending one way their precious influence;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.90">And will not take their flight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.91">For all the morning light,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.92">Or Lucifer<note n="78" id="h081-p1.93"><i>Lucifer</i>, the Morning Star</note> that often warn'd them thence;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.94">But in their glimmering orbs did glow,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.95">Until their Lord Himself bespake, and bid them go.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.96">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.97">And though the shady gloom</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.98">Had given day her room,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.99">The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.100">And bid his head for shame,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.101">As his inferior flame</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.102">The new-enlighten'd world no more should need:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.103">He saw a greater Sun appear</l>
<l id="h081-p1.104">Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.105">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.106">The shepherds on the lawn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.107">Or ere the point of dawn,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.108">Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.109">Full little thought they than<note n="79" id="h081-p1.110"><i>than</i>, then</note>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.111">That the mighty Pan<note n="80" id="h081-p1.112"><i>Pan</i>, used here for God</note></l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.113">Was kindly come to live with them below;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.114">Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.115">Was all that did their silly<note n="81" id="h081-p1.116"><i>silly</i>, simple</note> thoughts so busy keep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.117">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.118">When such music sweet</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.119">Their hearts and cars did greet,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.120">As never was by mortal finger strook;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.121">Divinely-warbled voice</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.122">Answering the stringéd noise,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.123">As all their souls in blissful rapture took:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.124">The air, such pleasure loth to lose,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.125">With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.126">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.127">Nature that heard such sound</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.128">Beneath the hollow round</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.129">Of Cynthia's<note n="82" id="h081-p1.130"><i>Cynthia</i>, the Moon</note> seat, the airy region thrilling,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.131">Now was almost won</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.132">To think her part was done,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.133">And that her reign had here its last fulfilling;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.134">She knew such harmony alone</l>
<l id="h081-p1.135">Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.136">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.137">At last surrounds their sight</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.138">A globe of circular light,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.139">That with long beams the shame-faced night array'd:</l>
<pb n="63" id="h081-Page_63" />
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.140">The helméd Cherubim,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.141">And sworded Seraphim,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.142">Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.143">Harping in loud and solemn quire</l>
<l id="h081-p1.144">With unexpressive<note n="83" id="h081-p1.145"><i>unexpressive</i>, inexpressible</note> notes to Heaven's new-born Heir.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.146">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.147">Such music (as 'tis said)</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.148">Before was never made,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.149">But when of old the Sons of Morning sung,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.150">While the Creator great</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.151">His constellations set,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.152">And the well-balanced World on hinges hung,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.153">And cast the dark foundations deep,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.154">And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.155">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.156">Ring out, ye crystal spheres!</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.157">Once bless our human ears,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.158">(If ye have power to touch our senses so,)</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.159">And let your silver chime</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.160">Move in melodious time,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.161">And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.162">And with your ninefold harmony</l>
<l id="h081-p1.163">Wake up full consort<note n="84" id="h081-p1.164"><i>consort</i>, concert</note> to the angelic symphony.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.165">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.166">For if such holy song</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.167">Enwrap our fancy long,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.168">Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.169">And speckled Vanity</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.170">Will sicken soon and die,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.171">And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.172">And Hell itself will pass away,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.173">And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.174">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.175">Yea, Truth and Justice then</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.176">Will down return to men,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.177">Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.178">Mercy will sit between,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.179">Throned in celestial sheen,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.180">With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.181">And Heaven, as at some festival,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.182">Will open wide the gates of her high palace-hall.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.183">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.184">But wisest Fate says No,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.185">This must not yet be so:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.186">The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.187">That on the bitter Cross</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.188">Must redeem our loss;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.189">So both Himself and us to glorify:</l>
<pb n="64" id="h081-Page_64" />
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.190">Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.191">The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.192">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.193">With such a horrid clang</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.194">As on Mount Sinai rang,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.195">While the red fire and smouldering clouds out-brake:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.196">The aged Earth aghast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.197">With terror of that blast,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.198">Shall from the surface to the centre shake;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.199">When, at the world's last sessión,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.200">The dreadful judge in middle air shall spread His throne.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.201">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.202">And then at last our bliss</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.203">Full and perfect is,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.204">But now begins; for from this happy day</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.205">The old Dragon under ground</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.206">In straiter limits bound,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.207">Not half so far casts his usurpéd sway,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.208">And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.209">Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.210">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.211">The oracles are dumb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.212">No voice or hideous hum</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.213">Runs through the archéd roof in words deceiving:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.214">Apollo from his shrine</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.215">Can no more divine,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.216">With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.217">No nightly trance, or breathéd spell,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.218">Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.219">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.220">The lonely mountains o'er,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.221">And the resounding shore,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.222">A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.223">From haunted spring and dale,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.224">Edged with poplar pale,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.225">The parting Genius is with sighing sent;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.226">With flower-inwoven tresses torn</l>
<l id="h081-p1.227">The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.228">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.229">In consecrated earth,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.230">And on the holy hearth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.231">The <a href="#notes-p46.3" id="h081-p1.232">Lars and Lemurés</a> moan with midnight plaint;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.233">In urns and altars round,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.234">A drear and dying sound</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.235">Affrights the <a href="#notes-p46.3" id="h081-p1.236">Flamens</a> at their service quaint;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.237">And the chill marble seems to sweat,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.238">While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.</l>
<pb n="65" id="h081-Page_65" />
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.239">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.240">Peor and Baälim</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.241">Forsake their temples dim,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.242">With that <a href="#notes-p47.4" id="h081-p1.243">twice batter'd god</a> of Palestine;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.244">And moonéd Ashtaroth,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.245">Heaven's queen and mother both,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.246">Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.247">The <a href="#notes-p47.4" id="h081-p1.248">Libyc Hammon</a> shrinks his horn,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.249">In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.250">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.251">And sullen Moloch, fled,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.252">Hath left in shadows dread</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.253">His burning idol all of blackest hue;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.254">In vain with cymbals' ring</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.255">They call the grisly king,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.256">In dismal dance about the furnace blue;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.257">The brutish gods of Nile as fast,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.258">Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.259">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.260">Nor is <a href="#notes-p47.4" id="h081-p1.261">Osiris</a> seen</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.262">In Memphian grove or green,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.263">Trampling the unshower'd<note n="85" id="h081-p1.264"><i>unshower'd</i>, watered by Nile only</note> grass with lowings loud</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.265">Nor can he be at rest</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.266">Within his sacred chest,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.267">Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.268">In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark</l>
<l id="h081-p1.269">The sable-stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.270">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.271">He feels from Juda's land</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.272">The dreaded Infant's hand;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.273">The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.274">Nor all the gods beside,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.275">Longer dare abide,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.276">Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.277">Our Babe, to show His Godhead true,</l>
<l id="h081-p1.278">Can in His swaddling bands control the damnéd crew.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.279">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.280">So when the sun in bed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.281">Curtain'd with cloudy red,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.282">Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.283">The flocking shadows pale</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.284">Troop to the infernal jail;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.285">Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.286">And, the yellow-skirted Fays</l>
<l id="h081-p1.287">Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h081-p1.288">
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.289">--But see! the Virgin blest</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.290">Hath laid her Babe to rest:--</l>
<pb n="66" id="h081-Page_66" />
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.291">Time is our tedious song should here have ending;</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.292">Heaven's youngest-teeméd<note n="86" id="h081-p1.293"><i>teeméd</i>, born</note> star</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.294">Hath fix'd her polish'd car,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h081-p1.295">Her sleeping L<small id="h081-p1.296">ORD</small> with handmaid lamp attending:</l>
<l class="t" id="h081-p1.297">And all about the courtly stable</l>
<l id="h081-p1.298">Bright harness'd<note n="87" id="h081-p1.299"><i>harness'd</i>, armoured</note> Angels sit in order serviceable.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h081-p2">J. Milton</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ye flaming Powers, and wingéd warriors bright" progress="18.82%" prev="h081" next="h083" id="h082">
<hymn id="h082-p0.1">
<h3 id="h082-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p48.5" id="h082-p0.3">LXXXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h082-p1">UPON THE CIRCUMCISION</p>

<verse id="h082-p1.1">
<l id="h082-p1.2">Ye flaming Powers, and wingéd warriors bright,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.3">That erst with music, and triumphant song,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.4">First heard by happy watchful shepherds' ear,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.5">So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along</l>
<l id="h082-p1.6">Through the soft silence of the listening night;</l>
<l id="h082-p1.7"><a id="h082-p1.8">Now</a> mourn; and if<note n="88" id="h082-p1.9">See <a href="#notes-p48.5" id="h082-p1.10">Note</a></note>, sad share with us to bear,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.11">Your fiery essence can distil no tear,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.12">Burn in your sighs, and borrow</l>
<l id="h082-p1.13">Seas wept from our deep sorrow:</l>
<l id="h082-p1.14">He Who with all Heaven's heraldry whilere</l>
<l id="h082-p1.15">Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease;</l>
<l id="h082-p1.16">Alas, how soon our sin</l>
<l class="t" id="h082-p1.17">Sore doth begin</l>
<l class="t2" id="h082-p1.18">His Infancy to seize!</l>
<l id="h082-p1.19">O more exceeding love, or law more just?</l>
<l id="h082-p1.20">Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!</l>
<l id="h082-p1.21">For we by rightful doom remediless</l>
<l id="h082-p1.22">Were lost in death, till He that dwelt above</l>
<l id="h082-p1.23">High throned in secret bliss, for us frail dust</l>
<l id="h082-p1.24">Emptied His glory, even to nakedness;</l>
<l id="h082-p1.25">And that great covenant which we still transgress</l>
<l id="h082-p1.26">Entirely satisfied,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.27">And the full wrath beside</l>
<l id="h082-p1.28">Of vengeful justice bore for our excess,</l>
<l id="h082-p1.29">And seals obedience first with wounding smart</l>
<l id="h082-p1.30">This day; but O! ere long</l>
<l id="h082-p1.31">Huge pangs and strong</l>
<l class="t" id="h082-p1.32">Will pierce more near His heart.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race" progress="19.02%" prev="h082" next="h084" id="h083">
<pb n="67" id="h083-Page_67" />
<hymn id="h083-p0.1">
<h3 id="h083-p0.2">LXXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h083-p1">ON TIME</p>

<verse id="h083-p1.1">
<l id="h083-p1.2">Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race;</l>
<l id="h083-p1.3">Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.4">Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;</l>
<l id="h083-p1.5">And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.6">Which is no more than what is false and vain,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.7">And merely mortal dross;</l>
<l id="h083-p1.8">So little is our loss,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.9">So little is thy gain!</l>
<l id="h083-p1.10">For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.11">And last of all thy greedy self consumed,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.12">Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss</l>
<l id="h083-p1.13">With an individual kiss;</l>
<l id="h083-p1.14">And joy shall over-take us as a flood:</l>
<l id="h083-p1.15">When every thing that is sincerely good</l>
<l id="h083-p1.16">And perfectly divine,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.17">With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine</l>
<l id="h083-p1.18">About the supreme Throne</l>
<l id="h083-p1.19">Of Him, t'Whose happy-making sight alone</l>
<l id="h083-p1.20">When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.21">Then, all this earthy grossness quit,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.22">Attired with stars, we shall for ever sit,</l>
<l id="h083-p1.23">Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy" progress="19.17%" prev="h083" next="h085" id="h084">
<hymn id="h084-p0.1">
<h3 id="h084-p0.2">LXXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h084-p1">AT A SOLEMN MUSIC</p>

<verse id="h084-p1.1">
<l id="h084-p1.2">Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.3">Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.4">Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.5">Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce;</l>
<l id="h084-p1.6">And to our high-raised phantasy present</l>
<l id="h084-p1.7">That undisturbéd song of pure concent<note n="89" id="h084-p1.8"><i>concent</i>, symphony</note>,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.9">Aye sung before the sapphire-colour'd Throne</l>
<l id="h084-p1.10">To Him that sits thereon,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.11">With saintly shout and solemn jubilee;</l>
<l id="h084-p1.12">Where the bright Seraphim in burning row</l>
<l id="h084-p1.13">Their loud uplifted Angel-trumpets blow,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.14">And the Cherubic host in thousand quires</l>
<l id="h084-p1.15">Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.16">With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.17">Hymns devout and holy psalms</l>
<l id="h084-p1.18">Singing everlastingly:</l>
<pb n="68" id="h084-Page_68" />
<l id="h084-p1.19">That we on Earth, with undiscording voice,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.20">May rightly answer that melodious noise;</l>
<l id="h084-p1.21">As once we did, till disproportion'd sin</l>
<l id="h084-p1.22">Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din</l>
<l id="h084-p1.23">Broke the fair music that all creatures made</l>
<l id="h084-p1.24">To their great L<small id="h084-p1.25">ORD</small>, Whose love their motion sway'd</l>
<l id="h084-p1.26">In perfect diapason, whilst they stood</l>
<l id="h084-p1.27">In first obedience, and their state of good.</l>
<l id="h084-p1.28">O may we soon again renew that song,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.29">And keep in tune with Heaven, till G<small id="h084-p1.30">OD</small> ere long</l>
<l id="h084-p1.31">To His celestial consort<note n="90" id="h084-p1.32"><i>consort</i>, concert</note> us unite,</l>
<l id="h084-p1.33">To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When I consider how my light is spent" progress="19.39%" prev="h084" next="h086" id="h085">
<hymn id="h085-p0.1">
<h3 id="h085-p0.2">LXXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h085-p1">ON HIS BLINDNESS</p>

<verse id="h085-p1.1">
<l id="h085-p1.2">When I consider how my light is spent,</l>
<l class="t" id="h085-p1.3">Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide</l>
<l class="t" id="h085-p1.4">And that one talent, which is death to hide,</l>
<l id="h085-p1.5">Lodged with me useless,--though my soul more bent</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h085-p1.6">
<l id="h085-p1.7">To serve therewith my Maker, and present</l>
<l class="t" id="h085-p1.8">My true account, lest He, returning, chide,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h085-p1.9">'Doth G<small id="h085-p1.10">OD</small> exact day-labour, light denied?'</l>
<l id="h085-p1.11">I fondly ask: But Patience, to prevent</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h085-p1.12">
<l id="h085-p1.13">That murmur, soon replies, 'G<small id="h085-p1.14">OD</small> doth not need</l>
<l class="t" id="h085-p1.15">Either man's work or His own gifts: Who best</l>
<l class="t2" id="h085-p1.16">Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best: His state</l>
<l id="h085-p1.17">Is Kingly: Thousands at His bidding speed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h085-p1.18">And post o'er land and ocean without rest:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h085-p1.19">They also serve who only stand and wait.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Frail Life! in which, through mists of human breath" progress="19.51%" prev="h085" next="h087" id="h086">
<hymn id="h086-p0.1">
<h3 id="h086-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p49.3" id="h086-p0.3">LXXXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h086-p1">LIFE AND DEATH</p>

<verse id="h086-p1.1">
<l id="h086-p1.2">Frail Life! in which, through mists of human breath</l>
<l id="h086-p1.3">We grope for truth, and make our progress slow,</l>
<l id="h086-p1.4">Because by passion blinded; till, by death</l>
<l id="h086-p1.5">Our passions ending, we begin to know.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h086-p1.6">
<l id="h086-p1.7">O reverend Death! whose looks can soon advise</l>
<l id="h086-p1.8">E'en scornful youth, whilst priests their doctrine waste;</l>
<l id="h086-p1.9">Yet mocks us too; for he does make us wise,</l>
<l id="h086-p1.10">When by his coming our affairs are past.</l>
<pb n="69" id="h086-Page_69" />
</verse>

<verse id="h086-p1.11">
<l id="h086-p1.12">O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave,</l>
<l id="h086-p1.13">The wise expect, the sorrowful invite,</l>
<l id="h086-p1.14">And all the good embrace, who know the grave</l>
<l id="h086-p1.15">A short dark passage to eternal light.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h086-p2">W. Davenant</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou Whose nature cannot sleep" progress="19.62%" prev="h086" next="h088" id="h087">
<hymn id="h087-p0.1">
<h3 id="h087-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p50.2" id="h087-p0.3">LXXXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h087-p1">EVENING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h087-p1.1">
<l id="h087-p1.2">Thou Whose nature cannot sleep,</l>
<l id="h087-p1.3">On my temples sentry keep!</l>
<l id="h087-p1.4">Guard me 'gainst those watchful foes,</l>
<l id="h087-p1.5">Whose eyes are open while mine close;</l>
<l id="h087-p1.6">Let no dreams my head infest,</l>
<l id="h087-p1.7">But such as Jacob's temples blest.</l>
<l id="h087-p1.8">While I do rest, my soul advance;</l>
<l id="h087-p1.9">Make me to sleep a holy trance,</l>
<l id="h087-p1.10">That I may, my rest being wrought,</l>
<l id="h087-p1.11">Awake into some holy thought;</l>
<l id="h087-p1.12">And with as active vigour run</l>
<l id="h087-p1.13">My course as doth the nimble sun.</l>
<l id="h087-p1.14">Sleep is a death; Oh! make me try,</l>
<l id="h087-p1.15">By sleeping, what it is to die</l>
<l id="h087-p1.16">And as gently lay my head</l>
<l id="h087-p1.17">On my grave, as now my bed.</l>
<l id="h087-p1.18">Howe'er I rest, great G<small id="h087-p1.19">OD</small>, let me</l>
<l id="h087-p1.20">Awake again at last with Thee.</l>
<l id="h087-p1.21">And thus assured, behold I lie</l>
<l id="h087-p1.22">Securely, or to wake or die.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h087-p2">T. Browne</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fairest of morning lights appear" progress="19.74%" prev="h087" next="h089" id="h088">
<hymn id="h088-p0.1">
<h3 id="h088-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p51.2" id="h088-p0.3">LXXXVIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h088-p1">PSALM FOR CHRISTMAS DAY</p>

<verse id="h088-p1.1">
<l id="h088-p1.2">Fairest of morning lights appear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.3">Thou blest and gaudy day<note n="91" id="h088-p1.4"><i>gaudy day</i>, festival</note>,</l>
<l id="h088-p1.5">On which was born our Saviour dear;</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.6">Arise and come away!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h088-p1.7">
<l id="h088-p1.8">This day prevents His day of doom;</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.9">His mercy now is nigh,</l>
<l id="h088-p1.10">The mighty G<small id="h088-p1.11">OD</small> of Love is come,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.12">The Dayspring from on high!</l>
<pb n="70" id="h088-Page_70" />
</verse>

<verse id="h088-p1.13">
<l id="h088-p1.14">Behold the great Creator makes</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.15">Himself an house of clay,</l>
<l id="h088-p1.16">A robe of Virgin-flesh He takes</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.17">Which He will wear for aye.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h088-p1.18">
<l id="h088-p1.19">Hark, hark, the wise Eternal Word</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.20">Like a weak infant cries:</l>
<l id="h088-p1.21">In form of servant is the L<small id="h088-p1.22">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.23">And G<small id="h088-p1.24">OD</small> in cradle lies.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h088-p1.25">
<l id="h088-p1.26">This wonder struck the world amazed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.27">It shook the starry frame;</l>
<l id="h088-p1.28">Squadrons of Spirits stood and gazed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.29">Then down in troops they came.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h088-p1.30">
<l id="h088-p1.31">Glad Shepherds ran to view this sight;</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.32">A quire of Angels sings;</l>
<l id="h088-p1.33">And eastern Sages with delight</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.34">Adore this King of kings.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h088-p1.35">
<l id="h088-p1.36">Join then, all hearts that are not stone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.37">And all our voices prove,</l>
<l id="h088-p1.38">To celebrate this Holy One,</l>
<l class="t" id="h088-p1.39">The G<small id="h088-p1.40">OD</small> of peace and love.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h088-p2">T. Pestel</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O sing the glories of our Lord" progress="19.90%" prev="h088" next="h090" id="h089">
<hymn id="h089-p0.1">
<h3 id="h089-p0.2">LXXXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h089-p1">A PSALM FOR SUNDAY NIGHT</p>

<verse id="h089-p1.1">
<l id="h089-p1.2">O sing the glories of our L<small id="h089-p1.3">ORD</small>;</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.4">His grace and truth resound,</l>
<l id="h089-p1.5">And His stupendous acts record,</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.6">Whose mercies have no bound!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h089-p1.7">
<l id="h089-p1.8">He made the all-informing light</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.9">And hosts of Angels fair;</l>
<l id="h089-p1.10">'Tis He with shadows clothes the night,</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.11">He clouds or clears the air.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h089-p1.12">
<l id="h089-p1.13">Those restless skies with stars enchased</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.14">He on firm hinges set;</l>
<l id="h089-p1.15">The wave-embracéd earth He placed</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.16">His hanging cabinet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h089-p1.17">
<l id="h089-p1.18">We in His summer-sunshine stand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.19">And by His favour grow;</l>
<l id="h089-p1.20">We gather what His bounteous hand</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.21">Is pleaséd to bestow.</l>
<pb n="71" id="h089-Page_71" />
</verse>

<verse id="h089-p1.22">
<l id="h089-p1.23">When He contracts His brow, we mourn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.24">And all our strength is vain;</l>
<l id="h089-p1.25">To former dust in death we turn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h089-p1.26">Till He inspire again.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In this world, the Isle of Dreams" progress="20.02%" prev="h089" next="h091" id="h090">
<hymn id="h090-p0.1">
<h3 id="h090-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p52.4" id="h090-p0.3">XC</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h090-p1">THE WHITE ISLAND</p>

<verse id="h090-p1.1">
<l id="h090-p1.2">In this world, (the Isle of Dreams),</l>
<l id="h090-p1.3">While we sit by sorrow's streams,</l>
<l id="h090-p1.4">Tears and terrors are our themes</l>
<l class="t6" id="h090-p1.5">Reciting:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h090-p1.6">
<l id="h090-p1.7">But when once from hence we fly,</l>
<l id="h090-p1.8">More and more approaching nigh</l>
<l id="h090-p1.9">Unto young Eternity</l>
<l class="t6" id="h090-p1.10">Uniting:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h090-p1.11">
<l id="h090-p1.12">In that whiter Island, where</l>
<l id="h090-p1.13">Things are evermore sincere;</l>
<l id="h090-p1.14">Candour<note n="92" id="h090-p1.15"><i>candour</i>, whiteness</note> here, and lustre there</l>
<l class="t6" id="h090-p1.16">Delighting:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h090-p1.17">
<l id="h090-p1.18">There no monstrous fancies shall</l>
<l id="h090-p1.19">Out of Hell an horror call,</l>
<l id="h090-p1.20">To create (or cause at all)</l>
<l class="t6" id="h090-p1.21">Affrighting.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h090-p1.22">
<l id="h090-p1.23">There in calm and cooling sleep</l>
<l id="h090-p1.24">We our eyes shall never steep;</l>
<l id="h090-p1.25">But eternal watch shall keep,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h090-p1.26">Attending<note n="93" id="h090-p1.27"><i>attending</i>, waiting for</note></l>
</verse>

<verse id="h090-p1.28">
<l id="h090-p1.29">Pleasures, such as shall pursue</l>
<l id="h090-p1.30">Me immortalized, and you;</l>
<l id="h090-p1.31">And fresh joys, as never too</l>
<l class="t6" id="h090-p1.32">Have ending.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h090-p2">R. Herrick</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou bidst me come away" progress="20.15%" prev="h090" next="h092" id="h091">
<hymn id="h091-p0.1">
<h3 id="h091-p0.2">XCI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h091-p1">DEATH</p>

<verse id="h091-p1.1">
<l id="h091-p1.2">Thou bidst me come away,</l>
<l id="h091-p1.3">And I'll no longer stay,</l>
<l id="h091-p1.4">Than for to shed some tears</l>
<l id="h091-p1.5">For faults of former years;</l>
<pb n="72" id="h091-Page_72" />
<l id="h091-p1.6">And to repent some crimes,</l>
<l id="h091-p1.7">Done in the present times:</l>
<l id="h091-p1.8">And next, to take a bit</l>
<l id="h091-p1.9">Of Bread, and Wine with it:</l>
<l id="h091-p1.10">To d'on<note n="94" id="h091-p1.11"><i>do'n</i>, so spelt for do on</note> my robes of love,</l>
<l id="h091-p1.12">Fit for the place above;</l>
<l id="h091-p1.13">To gird my loins about</l>
<l id="h091-p1.14">With charity throughout;</l>
<l id="h091-p1.15">And so to travel hence</l>
<l id="h091-p1.16">With feet of innocence:--</l>
<l id="h091-p1.17">These done, I'll only cry</l>
<l id="h091-p1.18">'G<small id="h091-p1.19">OD</small> mercy'; and so die.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Years! and Age! Farewell" progress="20.23%" prev="h091" next="h093" id="h092">
<hymn id="h092-p0.1">
<h3 id="h092-p0.2">XCII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h092-p1">ETERNITY</p>

<verse id="h092-p1.1">
<l id="h092-p1.2">O Years! and Age! Farewell:</l>
<l class="t5" id="h092-p1.3">Behold I go,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h092-p1.4">Where I do know</l>
<l id="h092-p1.5">Infinity to dwell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h092-p1.6">
<l id="h092-p1.7">And these mine eyes shall see</l>
<l class="t5" id="h092-p1.8">All times, how they</l>
<l class="t5" id="h092-p1.9">Are lost i' the Sea</l>
<l id="h092-p1.10">Of vast Eternity.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h092-p1.11">
<l id="h092-p1.12">Where never Moon shall sway</l>
<l class="t5" id="h092-p1.13">The Stars; but she,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h092-p1.14">And Night, shall be</l>
<l id="h092-p1.15">Drown'd in one endless Day.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What God gives, and what we take" progress="20.28%" prev="h092" next="h094" id="h093">
<hymn id="h093-p0.1">
<h3 id="h093-p0.2">XCIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h093-p1">GRACE FOR A CHILD</p>

<verse id="h093-p1.1">
<l id="h093-p1.2">What G<small id="h093-p1.3">OD</small> gives, and what we take,</l>
<l id="h093-p1.4">'Tis a gift for Christ His sake.</l>
<l id="h093-p1.5">Be the meal of beans and pease,</l>
<l id="h093-p1.6">G<small id="h093-p1.7">OD</small> be thank'd for those and these:</l>
<l id="h093-p1.8">Have we flesh, or have we fish,</l>
<l id="h093-p1.9">All are fragments from His dish.</l>
<l id="h093-p1.10">He His Church save, and the King,</l>
<l id="h093-p1.11">And our Peace here, like a Spring,</l>
<l id="h093-p1.12">Make it ever flourishing.</l>
<pb n="73" id="h093-Page_73" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, Thou hast given me a cell" progress="20.34%" prev="h093" next="h095" id="h094">
<hymn id="h094-p0.1">
<h3 id="h094-p0.2">XCIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h094-p1">A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE</p>

<verse id="h094-p1.1">
<l id="h094-p1.2">L<small id="h094-p1.3">ORD</small>, Thou hast given me a cell</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.4">Wherein to dwell;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.5">A little house, whose humble roof</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.6">Is weather-proof;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.7">Under the spars of which I lie</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.8">Both soft, and dry;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.9">Where Thou my chamber for to ward</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.10">Hast set a Guard</l>
<l id="h094-p1.11">Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.12">Me, while I sleep.</l>
<l id="h094-p1.13">Low is my porch, as is my Fate,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.14">Both void of state;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.15">And yet the threshold of my door</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.16">Is worn by the poor,</l>
<l id="h094-p1.17">Who thither come, and freely get</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.18">Good words, or meat:</l>
<l id="h094-p1.19">Like as my Parlour, so my Hall</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.20">And Kitchen's small:</l>
<l id="h094-p1.21">A little Buttery, and therein</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.22">A little Bin,</l>
<l id="h094-p1.23">Which keeps my little loaf of Bread</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.24">Unchipt, unflead<note n="95" id="h094-p1.25"><i>unflead</i>, may be, unmouldy, or, unchipped</note>:</l>
<l id="h094-p1.26">Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.27">Make me a fire,</l>
<l id="h094-p1.28">Close by whose living coal I sit,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.29">And glow like it.</l>
<l id="h094-p1.30">L<small id="h094-p1.31">ORD</small>, I confess too, when I dine,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.32">The Pulse is Thine,</l>
<l id="h094-p1.33">And all those other bits, that be</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.34">There placed by Thee;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.35">The Worts, the Purslain, and the mess</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.36">Of water-cress,</l>
<l id="h094-p1.37">Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.38">And my content</l>
<l id="h094-p1.39">Makes those, and my belovéd Beet,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.40">To be more sweet.</l>
<l id="h094-p1.41">'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering Hearth</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.42">With guiltless mirth;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.43">And giv'st me Wassail-bowls to drink,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.44">Spiced to the brink.</l>
<l id="h094-p1.45">Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.46">That soils<note n="96" id="h094-p1.47"><i>soils</i>, manures</note> my land;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.48">And giv'st me, for my bushel sown,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.49">Twice ten for one:</l>
<pb n="74" id="h094-Page_74" />
<l id="h094-p1.50">Thou mak'st my teeming Hen to lay</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.51">Her egg each day:</l>
<l id="h094-p1.52">Besides my healthful Ewes to bear</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.53">Me twins each year:</l>
<l id="h094-p1.54">The while the conduits of my Kine</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.55">Run Cream, (for Wine,)</l>
<l id="h094-p1.56">All these, and better, Thou dost send</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.57">Me, to this end,</l>
<l id="h094-p1.58">That I should render, for my part,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.59">A thankful heart;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.60">Which, fired with incense, I resign,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.61">As wholly Thine;</l>
<l id="h094-p1.62">But the acceptance,--that must be,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h094-p1.63">My C<small id="h094-p1.64">HRIST</small>, by Thee.</l>
</verse>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In the hour of my distress" progress="20.64%" prev="h094" next="h096" id="h095">
<hymn id="h095-p0.1">
<h3 id="h095-p0.2">XCV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h095-p1">LITANY</p>

<verse id="h095-p1.1">
<l id="h095-p1.2">In the hour of my distress,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.3">When temptations me oppress,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.4">And when I my sins confess,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.5">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.6">
<l id="h095-p1.7">When I lie within my bed,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.8">Sick in heart and sick in head,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.9">And with doubts discomforted,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.10">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.11">
<l id="h095-p1.12">When the house doth sigh and weep,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.13">And the world is drown'd in sleep,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.14">Yet mine eyes the watch do keep;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.15">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.16">
<l id="h095-p1.17">When the artless Doctor sees</l>
<l id="h095-p1.18">No one hope, but of his fees,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.19">And his skill runs on the lees;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.20">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.21">
<l id="h095-p1.22">When his potion and his pill</l>
<l id="h095-p1.23">Has or none, or little skill,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.24">Meet for nothing, but to kill;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.25">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.26">
<l id="h095-p1.27">When the passing-bell doth toll,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.28">And the Furies in a shoal</l>
<l id="h095-p1.29">Come to fright a parting soul;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.30">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
<pb n="75" id="h095-Page_75" />
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.31">
<l id="h095-p1.32">When the tapers now burn blue,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.33">And the comforters are few,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.34">And that number more than true;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.35">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.36">
<l id="h095-p1.37">When the Priest his last hath pray'd,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.38">And I nod to what is said,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.39">'Cause my speech is now decay'd;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.40">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.41">
<l id="h095-p1.42">When (G<small id="h095-p1.43">OD</small> knows) I'm toss'd about,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.44">Either with despair, or doubt;</l>
<l id="h095-p1.45">Yet before the glass be out,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.46">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.47">
<l id="h095-p1.48">When the Tempter me pursu'th</l>
<l id="h095-p1.49">With the sins of all my youth,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.50">And half damns me with untruth;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.51">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h095-p1.52">
<l id="h095-p1.53">When the judgment is reveal'd,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.54">And that open'd which was seal'd,</l>
<l id="h095-p1.55">When to Thee I have appeal'd;--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h095-p1.56">Sweet Spirit comfort me!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Each thing below here hath its day" progress="20.88%" prev="h095" next="h097" id="h096">
<hymn id="h096-p0.1">
<h3 id="h096-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p54.6" id="h096-p0.3">XCVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h096-p1">ON EASTER DAY</p>

<verse id="h096-p1.1">
<l id="h096-p1.2">Each thing below here hath its day,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.3">As in the Proverb's said;</l>
<l id="h096-p1.4">And so it comes to pass that they<note n="97" id="h096-p1.5"><i>they</i> [who]</note></l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.6">Conquer are Conqueréd.</l>
<l id="h096-p1.7">For He who for man's fault assign'd</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.8">Death, and a Grave's reward,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.9">Was pleased those bands for to unbind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.10">And so Himself not spared;</l>
<l id="h096-p1.11">But issuing forth His heavenly throne,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.12">Vouchsafes the earth to bless,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.13">And became here a little One,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.14">To make our crimes go less:</l>
<l id="h096-p1.15">Not that our disobedience can</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.16">In weight or measure shrink,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.17">But that this Great Physician</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.18">Before us takes the drink,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.19">That bitter potión we had</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.20">Deserved to quaff; and thus</l>
<l id="h096-p1.21">He weeps Himself, and becomes sad</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.22">To purchase joy for us.</l>
<pb n="76" id="h096-Page_76" />
<l id="h096-p1.23">And more than so: for everyone</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.24">Will for his friend lay down</l>
<l id="h096-p1.25">Some spark of love: but He alone</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.26">His enemies to crown</l>
<l id="h096-p1.27">Refused not Death; so deep from high</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.28">His mercies did extend;</l>
<l id="h096-p1.29">And if you ask the reason why,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.30">'Twas mere for Mercy's end.</l>
<l id="h096-p1.31">Yet that grim Death and mouldy Grave</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.32">No longer be His prison</l>
<l id="h096-p1.33">Than He Himself alone would have,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.34">He bides not there, but's risen,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.35">And if we would as Conquerors rise</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.36">With Him who vanquish'd those,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.37">We must not fear, where danger lies,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.38">For Him all to expose,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.39">But though the grave do open stand</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.40">And persecutions reign</l>
<l id="h096-p1.41">At Hell's desire and Death's command,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.42">Look on our Sovereign.</l>
<l id="h096-p1.43">His Banner doth present the Cross</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.44">He bore, and bare Him too</l>
<l id="h096-p1.45">For us; and we must count it loss</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.46">To fail what He did do.</l>
<l id="h096-p1.47">Thus Sin and Hell, the Grave and Death,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.48">Must quit the field and fly,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.49">Whilst, in contempt of borrow'd breath,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.50">We'd live Eternally.</l>
<l id="h096-p1.51">--Thrice happy day, whereon the Sun</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.52">Of Righteousness did rise,</l>
<l id="h096-p1.53">And such a glorious conquest won,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.54">By being our Sacrifice!</l>
<l id="h096-p1.55">And as unhappy he, that shall</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.56">Not find the white<note n="98" id="h096-p1.57"><i>white</i>, put for <i>whitest</i></note> and best</l>
<l id="h096-p1.58">Of Stones, to mark the same withal,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h096-p1.59">And prize't above the rest.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h096-p2">M. Lord Westmoreland</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Justice doth call for vengeance on my sins" progress="21.19%" prev="h096" next="h098" id="h097">
<hymn id="h097-p0.1">
<h3 id="h097-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p55.2" id="h097-p0.3">XCVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h097-p1">ON JUSTICE AND MERCY</p>

<verse id="h097-p1.1">
<l id="h097-p1.2">Justice doth call for vengeance on my sins,</l>
<l class="t" id="h097-p1.3">And threatens death as guerdon for the same;</l>
<l id="h097-p1.4">Mercy to plead for pardon then begins,</l>
<l class="t" id="h097-p1.5">With saying, C<small id="h097-p1.6">HRIST</small> hath undergone the shame.</l>
<pb n="77" id="h097-Page_77" />
<l id="h097-p1.7">Justice shews me an angry G<small id="h097-p1.8">OD</small> offended,</l>
<l class="t" id="h097-p1.9">And Mercy shews a Saviour crucified:</l>
<l id="h097-p1.10">Justice says, I that sinn'd must be condemnéd:</l>
<l id="h097-p1.11">Mercy replies, C<small id="h097-p1.12">HRIST</small> for my sins hath died.</l>
<l id="h097-p1.13">Grim justice threats with a revengeful rod:</l>
<l id="h097-p1.14">Meek Mercy shews me an appeaséd G<small id="h097-p1.15">OD</small>.</l>
<l class="t" id="h097-p1.16">L<small id="h097-p1.17">ORD</small>! though my sins make me for Justice fit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h097-p1.18">Through C<small id="h097-p1.19">HRIST</small> let Mercy triumph over it.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h097-p2">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I sought for Peace, but could not find" progress="21.29%" prev="h097" next="h099" id="h098">
<hymn id="h098-p0.1">
<h3 id="h098-p0.2">XCVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h098-p1">PEACE</p>

<verse id="h098-p1.1">
<l id="h098-p1.2">I sought for Peace, but could not find;</l>
<l class="t" id="h098-p1.3">I sought it in the city,</l>
<l id="h098-p1.4">But they were of another mind,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h098-p1.5">The more's the pity.</l>
<l id="h098-p1.6">I sought for Peace of country swain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h098-p1.7">But yet I could not find;</l>
<l id="h098-p1.8">So I, returning home again,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h098-p1.9">Left Peace behind.</l>
<l id="h098-p1.10">Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? said I;--</l>
<l class="t" id="h098-p1.11">Methought a voice was given,</l>
<l id="h098-p1.12">'Peace dwelt not here, long since did fly</l>
<l class="t2" id="h098-p1.13">To G<small id="h098-p1.14">OD</small> in heaven.'</l>
<l id="h098-p1.15">Thought I, this echo is but vain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h098-p1.16">To folly 'tis of kin;</l>
<l id="h098-p1.17">Anon, I heard it tell me plain,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h098-p1.18">'Twas kill'd by sin.</l>
<l id="h098-p1.19">Then I believed the former voice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h098-p1.20">And rested well content;</l>
<l id="h098-p1.21">Laid down and slept, rose, did rejoice,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h098-p1.22">And then to Heaven went.</l>
<l id="h098-p1.23">There I enquired for Peace, and found it true:--</l>
<l id="h098-p1.24">An heavenly plant it was, and sweetly grew.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h098-p2">Anon.</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Where the remote Bermudas ride" progress="21.42%" prev="h098" next="h100" id="h099">
<hymn id="h099-p0.1">
<h3 id="h099-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p56.3" id="h099-p0.3">XCIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h099-p1">SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA</p>

<verse id="h099-p1.1">
<l id="h099-p1.2">Where the remote Bermudas ride</l>
<l id="h099-p1.3">In the ocean's bosom unespied,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.4">From a small boat that row'd along</l>
<l id="h099-p1.5">The listening winds received this song:</l>
<l id="h099-p1.6">'What should we do but sing His praise</l>
<l id="h099-p1.7">That led us through the watery maze</l>
<pb n="78" id="h099-Page_78" />
<l id="h099-p1.8">Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.9">That lift the deep upon their backs,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.10">Unto an isle so long unknown,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.11">And yet far kinder than our own?</l>
<l id="h099-p1.12">He lands us on a grassy stage,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.13">Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage:</l>
<l id="h099-p1.14">He gave us this eternal Spring</l>
<l id="h099-p1.15">Which here enamels everything,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.16">And sends the fowls to us in care</l>
<l id="h099-p1.17">On daily visits through the air.</l>
<l id="h099-p1.18">He hangs in shades the orange bright</l>
<l id="h099-p1.19">Like golden lamps in a green night,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.20">And does in the pomegranates close</l>
<l id="h099-p1.21">Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:</l>
<l id="h099-p1.22">He makes the figs our mouths to meet,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.23">And throws the melons at our feet;</l>
<l id="h099-p1.24">But <a href="#notes-p56.3" id="h099-p1.25">apples</a> plants of such a price,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.26">No tree could ever bear them twice.</l>
<l id="h099-p1.27">With cedars chosen by His hand</l>
<l id="h099-p1.28">From Lebanon He stores the land;</l>
<l id="h099-p1.29">And makes the hollow seas that roar</l>
<l id="h099-p1.30">Proclaim the ambergris on shore.</l>
<l id="h099-p1.31">He cast (of which we rather boast)</l>
<l id="h099-p1.32">The Gospel's pearl upon our coast;</l>
<l id="h099-p1.33">And in these rocks for us did frame</l>
<l id="h099-p1.34">A temple where to sound His name.</l>
<l id="h099-p1.35">O let our voice His praise exalt</l>
<l id="h099-p1.36">Till it arrive at Heaven's vault,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.37">Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may</l>
<l id="h099-p1.38">Echo beyond the Mexique bay!'</l>
<l id="h099-p1.39">--Thus sung they in the English boat</l>
<l id="h099-p1.40">A holy and a cheerful note:</l>
<l id="h099-p1.41">And all the way, to guide their chime,</l>
<l id="h099-p1.42">With falling oars they kept the time.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h099-p2">A. Marvell</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When for the thorns with which I long, too long" progress="21.68%" prev="h099" next="h101" id="h100">
<hymn id="h100-p0.1">
<h3 id="h100-p0.2">C</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h100-p1">THE CORONET</p>

<verse id="h100-p1.1">
<l id="h100-p1.2">When for the thorns with which I long, too long,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h100-p1.3">With many a piercing wound,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h100-p1.4">My Saviour's head have crown'd,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.5">I seek with garlands to redress that wrong:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.6">Through every garden, every mead,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.7">I gather flowers--(my fruits are only flowers),</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.8">Dismantling all the fragrant towers<note n="99" id="h100-p1.9"><i>towers</i>, garlands to crown a girl</note></l>
<l id="h100-p1.10">That once adorn'd my shepherdesse's head:</l>
<pb n="79" id="h100-Page_79" />
<l id="h100-p1.11">And now, when I have summ'd up all my store,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.12">Thinking, (so I myself deceive),</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.13">So rich a chaplet thence to weave</l>
<l id="h100-p1.14">As never yet the King of Glory wore:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.15">Alas! I find the Serpent old,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.16">That, twining-in his speckled breast,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.17">About the flowers disguised, does fold</l>
<l class="t2" id="h100-p1.18">With wreaths of fame and interest.</l>
<l id="h100-p1.19">Ah, foolish man, that would'st debase with them,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.20">And mortal glory, Heaven's diadem!</l>
<l id="h100-p1.21">--But Thou Who only could'st the Serpent tame,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.22">Either his slippery knots at once untie,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.23">And disentangle all his winding snare;</l>
<l id="h100-p1.24">Or shatter too, with him, my curious frame<note n="100" id="h100-p1.25"><i>frame</i>, his own ingenious poetry</note>,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.26">And let these wither--so that he may die--</l>
<l id="h100-p1.27">Though set with skill, and chosen out with care:</l>
<l id="h100-p1.28">That they, while Thou on both their spoils dost tread,</l>
<l id="h100-p1.29">May crown Thy feet, that could not crown Thy head.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Dear Lord, 'tis finish'd! and now he" progress="21.88%" prev="h100" next="h102" id="h101">
<hymn id="h101-p0.1">
<h3 id="h101-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p58.4" id="h101-p0.3">CI</a></h3>

<p class="Center" id="h101-p1">To my most merciful, my most loving, and dearly-loved R<small id="h101-p1.1">EDEEMER</small>,
<br />the ever-blessed, the only H<small id="h101-p1.3">OLY</small> and J<small id="h101-p1.4">UST</small> O<small id="h101-p1.5">NE</small>,
<br />JESUS CHRIST,
<br /><i>The Son of the living God, and the Sacred Virgin Mary.</i></p>

<verse id="h101-p1.8">
<l id="h101-p1.9">Dear L<small id="h101-p1.10">ORD</small>, 'tis finish'd! and now he</l>
<l id="h101-p1.11">That copied it, presents it Thee.</l>
<l id="h101-p1.12">'Twas Thine first, and to Thee returns,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.13">From Thee it shined, though here it burns.</l>
<l id="h101-p1.14">If the sun rise on rocks, is't right,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.15">To call it their inherent light?</l>
<l id="h101-p1.16">No, nor can I say, this is mine,--</l>
<l id="h101-p1.17">For, dearest J<small id="h101-p1.18">ESUS</small>, 'tis all Thine,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.19">As Thy clothes,--when Thou with clothes wert clad--</l>
<l id="h101-p1.20">Both light from Thee, and virtue had;</l>
<l id="h101-p1.21">And now--as then--within this place</l>
<l id="h101-p1.22">Thou to poor rags dost still give grace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h101-p1.23">
<l id="h101-p1.24">My dear Redeemer, the world's light,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.25">And life too, and my heart's delight!</l>
<l id="h101-p1.26">For all Thy mercies and Thy truth,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.27">Shew'd to me in my sinful youth,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.28">For my sad failings and my wild</l>
<l id="h101-p1.29">Murmurings at Thee, when most mild;</l>
<pb n="80" id="h101-Page_80" />
<l id="h101-p1.30">For all my secret faults, and each</l>
<l id="h101-p1.31">Frequent relapse and wilful breach,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.32">For all designs meant against Thee,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.33">And every publish'd vanity</l>
<l id="h101-p1.34">Which Thou divinely hast forgiven,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.35">While Thy blood wash'd me white as Heaven,--</l>
<l id="h101-p1.36">I nothing have to give to Thee,</l>
<l id="h101-p1.37">But this Thy own gift, given to me.</l>
<l id="h101-p1.38">Refuse it not! for now Thy token</l>
<l id="h101-p1.39">Can tell Thee where a heart is broken.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h101-p2">H. Vaughan</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Happy those early days, when I" progress="22.10%" prev="h101" next="h103" id="h102">
<hymn id="h102-p0.1">
<h3 id="h102-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p60.2" id="h102-p0.3">CII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h102-p1">THE RETREAT</p>

<verse id="h102-p1.1">
<l id="h102-p1.2">Happy those early days, when I</l>
<l id="h102-p1.3">Shined in my Angel-infancy!</l>
<l id="h102-p1.4">Before I understood this place</l>
<l id="h102-p1.5">Appointed for my second race,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.6">Or taught my soul to fancy ought</l>
<l id="h102-p1.7">But a white celestial thought;</l>
<l id="h102-p1.8">When yet I had not walk'd above</l>
<l id="h102-p1.9">A mile or two from my first Love,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.10">And looking back--at that short space--</l>
<l id="h102-p1.11">Could see a glimpse of His bright face:--</l>
<l id="h102-p1.12">When on some gilded cloud, or flower,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.13">My gazing soul would dwell an hour,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.14">And in those weaker glories spy</l>
<l id="h102-p1.15">Some shadows of eternity:--</l>
<l id="h102-p1.16">Before I taught my tongue to wound</l>
<l id="h102-p1.17">My Conscience with a sinful sound,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.18">Or had the black art to dispense</l>
<l id="h102-p1.19">A several sin to every sense,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.20">But felt through all this fleshly dress</l>
<l id="h102-p1.21">Bright shoots of everlastingness.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h102-p1.22">
<l class="t" id="h102-p1.23">O how I long to travel back,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.24">And tread again that ancient track!</l>
<l id="h102-p1.25">That I might once more reach that plain</l>
<l id="h102-p1.26">Where first I left my glorious train<note n="101" id="h102-p1.27">See <a href="#notes-p60.2" id="h102-p1.28">Note</a></note>;</l>
<l id="h102-p1.29">From whence the enlighten'd spirit sees</l>
<l id="h102-p1.30">That shady City of Palm-trees.</l>
<l id="h102-p1.31">But ah! my soul with too much stay</l>
<l id="h102-p1.32">Is drunk, and staggers in the way!</l>
<l id="h102-p1.33">Some men a forward motion love,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.34">But I by backward steps would move;</l>
<l id="h102-p1.35">And when this dust falls to the urn,</l>
<l id="h102-p1.36">In that state I came, return.</l>
</verse>


<pb n="81" id="h102-Page_81" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I cannot reach it; and my striving eye" progress="22.30%" prev="h102" next="h104" id="h103">
<hymn id="h103-p0.1">
<h3 id="h103-p0.2">CIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h103-p1">CHILDHOOD</p>

<verse id="h103-p1.1">
<l id="h103-p1.2">I cannot reach it; and my striving eye</l>
<l id="h103-p1.3">Dazzles at it, as at eternity.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h103-p1.4">Were now that Chronicle alive,</l>
<l id="h103-p1.5">Those white<note n="102" id="h103-p1.6"><i>white</i>, innocent</note> designs which children drive<note n="103" id="h103-p1.7"><i>drive</i>, pursue</note>,</l>
<l id="h103-p1.8">And the thoughts of each harmless hour,</l>
<l id="h103-p1.9">With their content, too, in my power,</l>
<l id="h103-p1.10">Quickly would I make my path even,</l>
<l id="h103-p1.11">And by mere playing go to Heaven.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h103-p1.12">
<l id="h103-p1.13">Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span</l>
<l id="h103-p1.14">Where weeping Virtue parts with man;</l>
<l id="h103-p1.15">Where love without lust dwells, and bends</l>
<l id="h103-p1.16">What way we please without self-ends.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h103-p1.17">
<l id="h103-p1.18">An age of mysteries! which he</l>
<l id="h103-p1.19">Must live twice<note n="104" id="h103-p1.20">See S. John; iii, 3</note> that would God's face see;</l>
<l id="h103-p1.21">Which angels guard, and with it play;--</l>
<l id="h103-p1.22">Angels! which foul men drive away.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h103-p1.23">
<l id="h103-p1.24">How do I study now, and scan</l>
<l id="h103-p1.25">Thee more than e'er I studied man,</l>
<l id="h103-p1.26">And only see through a long night</l>
<l id="h103-p1.27">Thy edges and Thy bordering light!</l>
<l id="h103-p1.28">O for Thy centre and mid-day!</l>
<l id="h103-p1.29">For sure that is the narrow way.<note n="105" id="h103-p1.30">Apparently, O that I knew how to carry childhood through later life</note></l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O let me climb" progress="22.47%" prev="h103" next="h105" id="h104">
<hymn id="h104-p0.1">
<h3 id="h104-p0.2">CIV</h3>

<verse id="h104-p0.3">
<l class="t5" id="h104-p0.4">O let me climb</l>
<l id="h104-p0.5">When I lie down! The pious soul by night</l>
<l id="h104-p0.6">Is like a clouded star, whose beams, though said</l>
<l class="t5" id="h104-p0.7">To shed their light</l>
<l class="t5" id="h104-p0.8">Under some cloud,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h104-p0.9">Yet are above,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h104-p0.10">And shine and move</l>
<l class="t4" id="h104-p0.11">Beyond that misty shroud.</l>
<l class="t5" id="h104-p0.12">So in my bed,</l>
<l id="h104-p0.13">--That curtain'd grave,--though sleep, like ashes, hide</l>
<l id="h104-p0.14">My lamp and life,--both shall in Thee abide.</l>
<pb n="82" id="h104-Page_82" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave" progress="22.53%" prev="h104" next="h106" id="h105">
<hymn id="h105-p0.1">
<h3 id="h105-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p61.2" id="h105-p0.3">CV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h105-p1">RULES AND LESSONS</p>

<verse id="h105-p1.1">
<l id="h105-p1.2">When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave</l>
<l id="h105-p1.3">To do the like; our bodies but forerun</l>
<l id="h105-p1.4">The spirit's duty. True hearts spread, and heave</l>
<l id="h105-p1.5">Unto their G<small id="h105-p1.6">OD</small>, as flowers do to the sun.</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.7">Give Him thy first thoughts then; so shalt thou keep</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.8">Him company all day, and in Him sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h105-p1.9">
<l id="h105-p1.10">Yet never sleep the sun up;--Praÿer should</l>
<l id="h105-p1.11">Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours</l>
<l id="h105-p1.12">'Twixt Heaven, and us. The manna was not good</l>
<l id="h105-p1.13">After sun-rising; fair<note n="106" id="h105-p1.14"><i>fair</i>, in original text (1650), <i>far</i></note>-day sullies flowers.</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.15">Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut,</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.16">And Heaven's gate opens, when this world's is shut.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h105-p1.17">
<l id="h105-p1.18">Walk with thy fellow-creatures: note the hush</l>
<l id="h105-p1.19">And whispers amongst them. There's not a spring,</l>
<l id="h105-p1.20">Or leaf but hath his morning-hymn; Each bush</l>
<l id="h105-p1.21">And oak doth know I AM. Canst thou not sing?</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.22">O leave thy cares and follies! go this way,</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.23">And thou art sure to prosper all the day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h105-p1.24">
<l id="h105-p1.25">To heighten thy devotions, and keep low</l>
<l id="h105-p1.26">All mutinous thoughts, what business e'er thou hast,</l>
<l id="h105-p1.27">Observe G<small id="h105-p1.28">OD</small> in His works; here fountains flow,</l>
<l id="h105-p1.29">Birds sing, beasts feed, fish leap, and th' earth stands fast;</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.30"><a href="#notes-p61.2" id="h105-p1.31">Above are restless motions</a>, running lights,</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.32">Vast circling azure, giddy clouds, days, nights.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h105-p1.33">
<l id="h105-p1.34">When Seasons change, then lay before thine eyes</l>
<l id="h105-p1.35">His wondrous method; mark the various scenes</l>
<l id="h105-p1.36">In heaven; hail, thunder, rain-bows, snow, and ice,</l>
<l id="h105-p1.37">Calms, tempests, light, and darkness, by His means;</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.38">Thou canst not miss His praise; each tree, herb, flower</l>
<l class="t" id="h105-p1.39">Are shadows of His wisdom, and His power.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss" progress="22.79%" prev="h105" next="h107" id="h106">
<hymn id="h106-p0.1">
<h3 id="h106-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p63.3" id="h106-p0.3">CVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h106-p1">SON-DAYS<note n="107" id="h106-p1.1"><i>Son-days</i>, so spelt here, probably only for <i>Sundays</i></note></p>

<verse id="h106-p1.2">
<l id="h106-p1.3">Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h106-p1.4">Heaven once a week;</l>
<l id="h106-p1.5">The next world's gladness prepossest in this;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h106-p1.6">A day to seek;</l>
<pb n="83" id="h106-Page_83" />
</verse>

<verse id="h106-p1.7">
<l class="t" id="h106-p1.8">Eternity in time; the steps by which</l>
<l id="h106-p1.9">We climb above all ages; Lamps that light</l>
<l id="h106-p1.10">Man through his heap of dark days; and the rich</l>
<l id="h106-p1.11">And full redemption of the whole week's flight!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h106-p1.12">
<l id="h106-p1.13">The pulleys<note n="108" id="h106-p1.14"><i>pulleys</i>, ropes to restrain or guide</note> unto headlong man; Time's bower;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h106-p1.15">The narrow way;</l>
<l id="h106-p1.16">Transplanted Paradise; G<small id="h106-p1.17">OD</small>'s walking hour,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h106-p1.18">The cool o' th' day:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h106-p1.19">
<l class="t" id="h106-p1.20">The Creature's jubilee--God's parle with dust;</l>
<l id="h106-p1.21">Heaven here; <a href="#notes-p63.3" id="h106-p1.22">Man</a><note n="109" id="h106-p1.23">See <a href="#notes-p63.3" id="h106-p1.24">Note</a></note> on those hills of myrrh, and flowers;</l>
<l id="h106-p1.25">Angels descending; the returns of trust;</l>
<l id="h106-p1.26">A gleam of glory, after six-days-showers!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love" progress="22.92%" prev="h106" next="h108" id="h107">
<hymn id="h107-p0.1">
<h3 id="h107-p0.2">CVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h107-p1">THE FAVOUR</p>

<verse id="h107-p1.1">
<l id="h107-p1.2">O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love</l>
<l id="h107-p1.3">Shown, and but shown, me from above!</l>
<l id="h107-p1.4">Rare looks! that can dispense such joy</l>
<l id="h107-p1.5">As without wooing wins the coy,</l>
<l id="h107-p1.6">And makes him mourn, and pine and die,</l>
<l id="h107-p1.7">Like a starved eaglet for Thine eye.</l>
<l id="h107-p1.8">Some kind herbs here, though low and far,</l>
<l id="h107-p1.9">Watch for and know their loving star.</l>
<l id="h107-p1.10">O let no star compare with Thee!</l>
<l id="h107-p1.11">Nor any herb out-duty me!</l>
<l id="h107-p1.12">So shall my nights and mornings be</l>
<l id="h107-p1.13">Thy time to shine, and mine to see.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Eternal God! Maker of all" progress="23.01%" prev="h107" next="h109" id="h108">
<hymn id="h108-p0.1">
<h3 id="h108-p0.2">CVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h108-p1">THE BOOK</p>

<verse id="h108-p1.1">
<l id="h108-p1.2">Eternal G<small id="h108-p1.3">OD</small>! Maker of all</l>
<l id="h108-p1.4">That have lived here since the Man's fall!</l>
<l id="h108-p1.5">The Rock of Ages! in whose shade</l>
<l id="h108-p1.6">They live unseen, when here they fade;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h108-p1.7">
<l class="t" id="h108-p1.8">Thou knew'st this paper when it was</l>
<l id="h108-p1.9">Mere seed, and after that, but grass;</l>
<l id="h108-p1.10">Before 'twas drest or spun; and when</l>
<l id="h108-p1.11">Made linen, who did wear it then:</l>
<l id="h108-p1.12">What were their lives, their thoughts and deeds,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.13">Whether good corn, or fruitless weeds.</l>
<pb n="84" id="h108-Page_84" />
</verse>

<verse id="h108-p1.14">
<l class="t" id="h108-p1.15">Thou knew'st this tree, when a green shade</l>
<l id="h108-p1.16">Cover'd it, since a cover<note n="110" id="h108-p1.17"><i>cover</i>, literal <i>boards</i></note> made,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.18">And where it flourish'd, grew, and spread,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.19">As if it never should be dead.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h108-p1.20">
<l class="t" id="h108-p1.21">Thou knew'st this harmless beast, when he</l>
<l id="h108-p1.22">Did live and feed by Thy decree</l>
<l id="h108-p1.23">On each green thing; then slept, well-fed--</l>
<l id="h108-p1.24">Clothed with this skin, which now lies spread</l>
<l id="h108-p1.25">A covering o'er this aged book,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.26">Which makes me wisely weep, and look</l>
<l id="h108-p1.27">On my own dust; mere dust it is,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.28">But not so dry and clean as this.</l>
<l id="h108-p1.29">Thou knew'st and saw'st them all, and though</l>
<l id="h108-p1.30">Now scatter'd thus, dost know them so.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h108-p1.31">
<l class="t" id="h108-p1.32">O knowing, glorious Spirit! when</l>
<l id="h108-p1.33">Thou shalt restore trees, beasts and men,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.34">When Thou shalt make all new again,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.35">Destroying only death and pain,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.36">Give him amongst Thy works a place,</l>
<l id="h108-p1.37">Who in them loved and sought Thy face!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Book! Life's guide! how shall we part" progress="23.22%" prev="h108" next="h110" id="h109">
<hymn id="h109-p0.1">
<h3 id="h109-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p64.3" id="h109-p0.3">CIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h109-p1">TO THE HOLY BIBLE</p>

<verse id="h109-p1.1">
<l id="h109-p1.2">O Book! Life's guide! how shall we part,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.3">And thou so long seized<note n="111" id="h109-p1.4"><i>seized</i>, legal term for <i>possessed of</i></note> of my heart;</l>
<l id="h109-p1.5">Take this last kiss; and let me weep</l>
<l id="h109-p1.6">True thanks to thee before I sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h109-p1.7">
<l id="h109-p1.8">Thou wert the first put in my hand</l>
<l id="h109-p1.9">When yet I could not understand,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.10">And daily didst my young eyes lead</l>
<l id="h109-p1.11">To letters, till I learnt to read.</l>
<l id="h109-p1.12">But as rash youths, when once grown strong,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.13">Fly from their nurses to the throng,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.14">Where they new consorts choose, and stick</l>
<l id="h109-p1.15">To those till either hurt or sick;</l>
<l id="h109-p1.16">So with that first light gain'd from thee</l>
<l id="h109-p1.17">Ran I in chase of vanity,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.18">Cried<note n="112" id="h109-p1.19"><i>cried</i>, cried up</note> dross for gold, and never thought</l>
<l id="h109-p1.20">My first <a href="#notes-p64.3" id="h109-p1.21">cheap books</a> had all I sought.</l>
<l id="h109-p1.22">Long reign'd this vogue; and thou, cast by,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.23">With meek, dumb looks didst woo mine eye,</l>
<pb n="85" id="h109-Page_85" />
<l id="h109-p1.24">And oft left open, would'st convey</l>
<l id="h109-p1.25">A sudden and most searching ray</l>
<l id="h109-p1.26">Into my soul, with whose quick touch</l>
<l id="h109-p1.27">Refining still<note n="113" id="h109-p1.28">See <a href="#notes-p64.3" id="h109-p1.29">Note</a></note>, I struggled much.</l>
<l id="h109-p1.30">By this mild art of love at length</l>
<l id="h109-p1.31">Thou overcam'st my sinful strength,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.32">And having brought me home, didst there</l>
<l id="h109-p1.33">Shew me that pearl I sought elsewhere,--</l>
<l id="h109-p1.34">Gladness, and peace, and hope, and love,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.35">The secret favours of the Dove<note n="114" id="h109-p1.36"><i>the Dove</i>, the Holy Spirit</note>;</l>
<l id="h109-p1.37">Her quickening kindness, smiles and kisses,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.38">Exalted pleasures, crowning blisses,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.39">Fruition, union, glory, life,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.40">Thou didst lead to, and still all strife.</l>
<l id="h109-p1.41">Living, thou wert my soul's sure ease,</l>
<l id="h109-p1.42">And dying mak'st me go in peace:--</l>
<l id="h109-p1.43">Thy next effects no tongue can tell;</l>
<l id="h109-p1.44">Farewell, O book of G<small id="h109-p1.45">OD</small>! farewell!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fair, solitary path! whose blesséd shades" progress="23.48%" prev="h109" next="h111" id="h110">
<hymn id="h110-p0.1">
<h3 id="h110-p0.2">CX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h110-p1">RIGHTEOUSNESS</p>

<verse id="h110-p1.1">
<l id="h110-p1.2">Fair, solitary path! whose blesséd shades</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.3">The old, white prophets planted first and drest;</l>
<l id="h110-p1.4">Leaving for us--whose goodness quickly fades,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.5">A shelter all the way, and bowers to rest;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.6">
<l id="h110-p1.7">Who is the man that walks in thee? who loves</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.8">Heaven's secret solitude, those fair abodes,</l>
<l id="h110-p1.9">Where turtles build, and careless sparrows move,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.10">Without to-morrow's evils and future loads?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.11">
<l id="h110-p1.12">Who hath the upright heart, the single eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.13">The clean, pure hand, which never meddled pitch?</l>
<l id="h110-p1.14">Who sees invisibles, and doth comply<note n="115" id="h110-p1.15"><i>comply</i>, accord with</note></l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.16">With hidden treasures that make truly rich?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.17">
<l id="h110-p1.18"> </l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.19">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.20">He that doth seek and love</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.21">The things above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.22">Whose spirit ever poor, is meek and low;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.23">Who simple still and wise,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.24">Still homewards flies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.25">Quick to advance, and to retreat most slow.</l>
<pb n="86" id="h110-Page_86" />
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.26">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.27">Whose acts, words, and pretence,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.28">Have all one sense,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.29">One aim and end; who walks not by his sight;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.30">Whose eyes are both put out,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.31">And goes about</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.32">Guided by faith, not by exterior light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.33">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.34">Who spills no blood, nor spreads</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.35">Thorns in the beds</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.36">Of the distrest, hasting their overthrow;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.37">Making the time they had</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.38">Bitter and sad</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.39">Like chronic pains<note n="116" id="h110-p1.40">Misprinted <i>prayers</i> (Grosart)</note>, which surely kill, though slow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.41">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.42">Who knows Earth nothing hath</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.43">Worth love or wrath,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.44">But in his Hope and Rock is ever glad:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.45">Who seeks and follows peace,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.46">When with the ease</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.47">And health of conscience it is to be had.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.48">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.49">Who bears his cross with joy,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.50">And doth employ</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.51">His heart and tongue in prayers for his foes;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.52">Who lends, not to be paid,--</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.53">And gives full aid</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.54">Without that bribe which usurers impose.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.55">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.56">Who never looks on<note n="117" id="h110-p1.57"><i>looks on</i>, regards</note> Man</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.58">Fearful and wan,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.59">But firmly trusts in G<small id="h110-p1.60">OD</small>; The great man's measure,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.61">Though high and haughty, must</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.62">Be ta'en in dust;</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.63">But the good man is G<small id="h110-p1.64">OD</small>'s peculiar treasure.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h110-p1.65">
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.66">--Who doth thus, and doth not</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.67">These good deeds blot</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.68">With bad, or with neglect; and heaps not wrath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h110-p1.69">By secret filth, nor feeds</l>
<l class="t6" id="h110-p1.70">Some snake, or weeds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h110-p1.71">Cheating himself;--That man walks in this path.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My God and King! to Thee" progress="23.82%" prev="h110" next="h112" id="h111">
<pb n="87" id="h111-Page_87" />
<hymn id="h111-p0.1">
<h3 id="h111-p0.2">CXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h111-p1">ANGUISH</p>

<verse id="h111-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h111-p1.2">My God and King! to Thee</l>
<l class="t4" id="h111-p1.3">I bow my knee;</l>
<l id="h111-p1.4">I bow my troubled soul, and greet</l>
<l id="h111-p1.5">With my foul heart Thy holy feet.</l>
<l id="h111-p1.6">Cast it<note n="118" id="h111-p1.7"><i>cast it</i>, [away]</note>, or tread it! it shall do</l>
<l id="h111-p1.8">Ev'n what Thou wilt, and praise Thee too.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h111-p1.9">
<l class="t2" id="h111-p1.10">My G<small id="h111-p1.11">OD</small>, could I weep blood,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h111-p1.12">Gladly I would;</l>
<l id="h111-p1.13">Or if Thou wilt give me that art,</l>
<l id="h111-p1.14">Which through the eyes pours out the heart,</l>
<l id="h111-p1.15">I will exhaust it all, and make</l>
<l id="h111-p1.16">Myself all tears, a weeping lake.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h111-p1.17">
<l class="t2" id="h111-p1.18">O! 'tis an easy thing</l>
<l class="t4" id="h111-p1.19">To write and sing;</l>
<l id="h111-p1.20">But to write true, unfeignéd verse</l>
<l id="h111-p1.21">Is very hard! O G<small id="h111-p1.22">OD</small>, disperse</l>
<l id="h111-p1.23">These weights, and give my spirit leave</l>
<l id="h111-p1.24">To act as well as to conceive!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h111-p1.25">
<l class="t2" id="h111-p1.26">O my G<small id="h111-p1.27">OD</small>, hear my cry;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h111-p1.28">Or let me die!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O God! I know and do confess" progress="23.93%" prev="h111" next="h113" id="h112">
<hymn id="h112-p0.1">
<h3 id="h112-p0.2">CXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h112-p1">THE AGREEMENT</p>

<verse id="h112-p1.1">
<l id="h112-p1.2">O G<small id="h112-p1.3">OD</small>! I know and do confess</l>
<l class="t" id="h112-p1.4">My sins are great and still prevail:</l>
<l id="h112-p1.5">Most heinous sins and numberless!</l>
<l class="t" id="h112-p1.6">But Thy compassions cannot fail:--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h112-p1.7">If Thy sure mercies can be broken,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h112-p1.8">Then all is true my foes have spoken.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h112-p1.9">
<l id="h112-p1.10">But while Time runs, and after it</l>
<l class="t" id="h112-p1.11">Eternity, which never ends,</l>
<l id="h112-p1.12">Quite through them both, still infinite,</l>
<l class="t" id="h112-p1.13">Thy Covenant by C<small id="h112-p1.14">HRIST</small> extends;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h112-p1.15">No sins of frailty, nor of youth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h112-p1.16">Can foil His merits, and Thy truth.</l>
<pb n="88" id="h112-Page_88" />
</verse>

<verse id="h112-p1.17">
<l id="h112-p1.18">Wherefore with tears--tears by Thee sent--</l>
<l class="t" id="h112-p1.19">I beg my faith may never fail!</l>
<l id="h112-p1.20">And when in death my speech is spent,</l>
<l class="t" id="h112-p1.21">O let that silence then prevail!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h112-p1.22">O chase in that cold calm my foes,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h112-p1.23">And hear my heart's last private throes!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Unfold! unfold! Take in His light" progress="24.05%" prev="h112" next="h114" id="h113">
<hymn id="h113-p0.1">
<h3 id="h113-p0.2">CXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h113-p1">THE REVIVAL</p>

<verse id="h113-p1.1">
<l id="h113-p1.2">Unfold! unfold! Take in His light,</l>
<l id="h113-p1.3">Who makes thy cares more short than night.</l>
<l id="h113-p1.4">The joys which with His day-star rise</l>
<l id="h113-p1.5">He deals to all but drowsy eyes;</l>
<l id="h113-p1.6">And, what the men of this world miss,</l>
<l id="h113-p1.7">Some drops and dews of future bliss.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h113-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h113-p1.9">Hark! how the winds have changed their note!</l>
<l id="h113-p1.10">And with warm whispers call thee out;</l>
<l id="h113-p1.11">The frosts are past, the storms are gone,</l>
<l id="h113-p1.12">And backward life at last comes on.</l>
<l id="h113-p1.13">The lofty groves in express joys</l>
<l id="h113-p1.14">Reply unto the turtle's voice;</l>
<l id="h113-p1.15">And here in dust and dirt, O here</l>
<l id="h113-p1.16">The lilies of His love appear!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Since I in storms used most to be" progress="24.15%" prev="h113" next="h115" id="h114">
<hymn id="h114-p0.1">
<h3 id="h114-p0.2">CXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h114-p1">THE WREATH</p>

<verse id="h114-p1.1">
<l id="h114-p1.2">Since I in storms used most to be,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.3">And seldom yielded flowers,</l>
<l class="t" id="h114-p1.4">How shall I get a wreath for Thee</l>
<l id="h114-p1.5">From those rude, barren hours?</l>
<l id="h114-p1.6">The softer dressings of the Spring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h114-p1.7">Or Summer's later store,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.8">I will not for Thy temples bring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h114-p1.9">Which thorns, not roses, wore.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h114-p1.10">
<l id="h114-p1.11">But a twined wreath of grief and praise,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.12">Praise soil'd with tears, and tears again</l>
<l id="h114-p1.13">Shining with joy, like dewy days,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.14">This day I bring for all Thy pain;</l>
<l id="h114-p1.15">Thy causeless pain! and, sad as death,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.16">Which sadness breeds in the most vain,</l>
<pb n="89" id="h114-Page_89" />
<l id="h114-p1.17">--O not in vain--now beg Thy breath,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.18">Thy quickening breath, which gladly bears</l>
<l id="h114-p1.19">Through saddest clouds to that glad place,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.20">Where cloudless quires sing without tears,</l>
<l id="h114-p1.21">Sing Thy just praise, and see Thy face.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Whither, O whither didst thou fly" progress="24.28%" prev="h114" next="h116" id="h115">
<hymn id="h115-p0.1">
<h3 id="h115-p0.2">CXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h115-p1">THE ECLIPSE</p>

<verse id="h115-p1.1">
<l id="h115-p1.2">Whither, O whither didst thou fly?</l>
<l id="h115-p1.3">When did I grieve Thine holy eye,</l>
<l id="h115-p1.4">When Thou didst mourn to see me lost,</l>
<l id="h115-p1.5">And all Thy care and counsels crost?</l>
<l id="h115-p1.6">O do not grieve, where'er Thou art!</l>
<l id="h115-p1.7">Thy grief is an undoing smart,</l>
<l id="h115-p1.8">Which doth not only pain, but break</l>
<l id="h115-p1.9">My heart, and makes me blush to speak.</l>
<l id="h115-p1.10">Thy anger I could kiss, and will;</l>
<l id="h115-p1.11">But--O--Thy grief, Thy grief, doth kill!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="If any have an ear" progress="24.35%" prev="h115" next="h117" id="h116">
<hymn id="h116-p0.1">
<h3 id="h116-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p65.4" id="h116-p0.3">CXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h116-p1">THE MEN OF WAR<note n="119" id="h116-p1.1">See <a href="#notes-p65.4" id="h116-p1.2">Note</a></note></p>

<verse id="h116-p1.3">
<l id="h116-p1.4">'If any have an ear'</l>
<l id="h116-p1.5">Saith holy John, 'then let him hear!</l>
<l id="h116-p1.6">He, that into captivity</l>
<l id="h116-p1.7">Leads others, shall a captive be.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.8">Who with the sword doth others kill,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.9">A sword shall his blood likewise spill.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.10">Here is the patience of the saints,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.11">And the true faith, which never faints.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h116-p1.12">
<l id="h116-p1.13">For in this bright, instructing verse</l>
<l id="h116-p1.14">Thy saints are not the conquerers,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.15">But patient, meek, and overcome</l>
<l id="h116-p1.16">Like Thee, when set at nought and dumb.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.17">Armies Thou hast in Heaven, which fight</l>
<l id="h116-p1.18">And follow Thee, all clothed in white;</l>
<l id="h116-p1.19">But here on Earth--though Thou hadst need--</l>
<l id="h116-p1.20">Thou wouldst no legions, but wouldst bleed.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.21">The sword wherewith Thou dost command</l>
<l id="h116-p1.22">Is in Thy mouth, not in Thy hand;</l>
<l id="h116-p1.23">And all Thy saints do overcome</l>
<l id="h116-p1.24">By Thy blood, and their martyrdom.</l>
<pb n="90" id="h116-Page_90" />
</verse>

<verse id="h116-p1.25">
<l id="h116-p1.26">But seeing soldiers long ago</l>
<l id="h116-p1.27">Did spit on Thee, and smote Thee too;</l>
<l id="h116-p1.28">Crown'd Thee with thorns, and bow'd the knee,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.29">But<note n="120" id="h116-p1.30"><i>but</i>, only</note> in contempt, as still we see,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.31">I'll marvel not at aught they do,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.32">Because they used my Saviour so;</l>
<l id="h116-p1.33">Since of my L<small id="h116-p1.34">ORD</small> they had their will,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.35">Thy servant must not take it ill.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h116-p1.36">
<l id="h116-p1.37">Dear J<small id="h116-p1.38">ESUS</small>, give me patience here,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.39">And faith to see my crown as near,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.40">And almost reach'd, because 'tis sure</l>
<l id="h116-p1.41">If I hold fast, and slight the lure.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.42">Give me humility and peace,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.43">Contented thoughts, innoxious ease,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.44">A sweet, revengeless, quiet mind,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.45">And to my greatest haters, kind.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.46">Give me, my G<small id="h116-p1.47">OD</small>! a heart as mild</l>
<l id="h116-p1.48">And plain, as when I was a child.</l>
<l id="h116-p1.49">That when Thy throne is set, and all</l>
<l id="h116-p1.50">These conquerors before it fall,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.51">I may be found--preserved by Thee--</l>
<l id="h116-p1.52">Amongst that chosen company,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.53">Who by no blood--here--overcame,</l>
<l id="h116-p1.54">But the blood of the Blesséd Lamb.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My soul, there is a country" progress="24.63%" prev="h116" next="h118" id="h117">
<hymn id="h117-p0.1">
<h3 id="h117-p0.2">CXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h117-p1">PEACE</p>

<verse id="h117-p1.1">
<l id="h117-p1.2">My soul, there is a country</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.3">Far beyond the stars,</l>
<l id="h117-p1.4">Where stands a wingéd sentry</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.5">All skilful in the wars:</l>
<l id="h117-p1.6">There above noise, and danger,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.7">Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles,</l>
<l id="h117-p1.8">And One born in a manger</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.9">Commands the beauteous files<note n="121" id="h117-p1.10"><i>files</i>, of the heavenly host</note>.</l>
<l id="h117-p1.11">He is thy gracious Friend,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.12">And--O my soul awake!--</l>
<l id="h117-p1.13">Did in pure love descend,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.14">To die here for thy sake.</l>
<l id="h117-p1.15">If thou canst get but thither,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.16">There grows the flower of Peace,</l>
<l id="h117-p1.17">The Rose that cannot wither,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.18">Thy fortress, and thy ease.</l>
<pb n="91" id="h117-Page_91" />
<l id="h117-p1.19">Leave then thy foolish ranges,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.20">For none can thee secure,</l>
<l id="h117-p1.21">But One, Who never changes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h117-p1.22">Thy G<small id="h117-p1.23">OD</small>, thy life, thy cure.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="And do they so? have they a sense" progress="24.74%" prev="h117" next="h119" id="h118">
<hymn id="h118-p0.1">
<h3 id="h118-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p66.2" id="h118-p0.3">CXVIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h118-p1">CREATION WAITING FOR REVELATION<note n="122" id="h118-p1.1">See <a href="#notes-p66.2" id="h118-p1.2">Note</a></note></p>

<verse id="h118-p1.3">
<l id="h118-p1.4">And do they so? have they a sense</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.5">Of aught but influence?</l>
<l class="t" id="h118-p1.6">Can they their heads lift, and expect,</l>
<l id="h118-p1.7">And groan too? why the Elect</l>
<l class="t" id="h118-p1.8">Can do no more; my volumes said</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.9">They were all dull, and dead;</l>
<l id="h118-p1.10">They judged them senseless, and their state</l>
<l class="t" id="h118-p1.11">Wholly inanimate.</l>
<l class="t" id="h118-p1.12">Go, go; Seal up thy looks,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.13">And burn thy books!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h118-p1.14">
<l id="h118-p1.15">Sometimes I sit with Thee, and tarry</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.16">An hour or so, then vary.</l>
<l id="h118-p1.17">Thy other creatures in this scene</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.18">Thee only aim, and mean;</l>
<l id="h118-p1.19">Some rise to seek Thee, and with heads</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.20">Erect, peep from their beds;</l>
<l id="h118-p1.21">Others, whose birth<note n="123" id="h118-p1.22"><i>others, whose birth</i>, perhaps, gems, or crystals</note> is in the tomb,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.23">And cannot quit the womb,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.24">Sigh there, and groan for Thee,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h118-p1.25">Their liberty.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h118-p1.26">
<l id="h118-p1.27">I would I were a stone, or tree,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.28">Or flower by pedigree,</l>
<l id="h118-p1.29">Or some poor highway herb, or spring</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.30">To flow, or bird to sing!</l>
<l id="h118-p1.31">Then should I--tied to one sure state--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.32">All day expect my date<note n="124" id="h118-p1.33"><i>date</i>, end of life</note>;</l>
<l id="h118-p1.34">But I am sadly loose, and stray</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.35">A giddy blast each way;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h118-p1.36">O let me not thus range!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h118-p1.37">Thou canst not change.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face" progress="24.92%" prev="h118" next="h120" id="h119">
<pb n="92" id="h119-Page_92" />
<hymn id="h119-p0.1">
<h3 id="h119-p0.2">CXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h119-p1">RETIREMENT</p>

<verse id="h119-p1.1">
<l id="h119-p1.2">Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face!</l>
<l id="h119-p1.3">G<small id="h119-p1.4">OD</small>'s footstool! and man's dwelling-place!</l>
<l id="h119-p1.5">I ask not why the first believer<note n="125" id="h119-p1.6">Abraham</note></l>
<l id="h119-p1.7">Did love to be a country liver?</l>
<l id="h119-p1.8">Who to secure pious content</l>
<l id="h119-p1.9">Did pitch by groves and wells his tent;</l>
<l id="h119-p1.10">Where he might view his boundless sky,</l>
<l id="h119-p1.11">And all those glorious lights on high:</l>
<l id="h119-p1.12">With flying meteors, mists, and showers:</l>
<l id="h119-p1.13">Subjected hills, trees, meads, and flowers:</l>
<l id="h119-p1.14">And every minute bless the King</l>
<l id="h119-p1.15">And wise Creator of each thing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h119-p1.16">
<l class="t" id="h119-p1.17">I ask not why he did remove</l>
<l id="h119-p1.18">To happy Mamre's holy grove,</l>
<l id="h119-p1.19">Leaving the cities of the plain</l>
<l id="h119-p1.20">To Lot and his successless train?</l>
<l id="h119-p1.21">All various lusts in cities still</l>
<l id="h119-p1.22">Are found; they are the thrones of ill;</l>
<l id="h119-p1.23">The dismal sinks, where blood is spill'd,</l>
<l id="h119-p1.24">Cages with much uncleanness fill'd:</l>
<l id="h119-p1.25">But rural shades are the sweet sense<note n="126" id="h119-p1.26">May probably be <i>fence</i></note></l>
<l id="h119-p1.27">Of piety and innocence;</l>
<l id="h119-p1.28">They are the meek's calm region, where</l>
<l id="h119-p1.29">Angels descend, and rule the sphere;</l>
<l id="h119-p1.30">Where Heaven lies leiguer<note n="127" id="h119-p1.31"><i>leiguer</i>, (for <i>lieger</i>), at rest; or (by Confusion with <i>leaguer</i>), encamped</note>, and the Dove</l>
<l id="h119-p1.32">Duly as dew comes from above.</l>
<l id="h119-p1.33">If Eden be on Earth at all,</l>
<l id="h119-p1.34">'Tis that which we the country call.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth" progress="25.12%" prev="h119" next="h121" id="h120">
<hymn id="h120-p0.1">
<h3 id="h120-p0.2">CXX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h120-p1">THE WATER-FALL</p>

<verse id="h120-p1.1">
<l id="h120-p1.2">With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth,</l>
<l id="h120-p1.3">Dost thy transparent, cool, and watery wealth</l>
<l class="t4" id="h120-p1.4">Here flowing fall,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h120-p1.5">And chide<note n="128" id="h120-p1.6"><i>chide</i>, make a ringing sound</note> and call,</l>
<l id="h120-p1.7">As if his liquid, loose retinue<note n="129" id="h120-p1.8"><i>retinue</i>, the waters regarded as the Stream's troop or following</note> stay'd</l>
<l id="h120-p1.9">Lingering, and were of this steep place afraid;--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h120-p1.10">The common pass,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h120-p1.11">As clear as glass,</l>
<pb n="93" id="h120-Page_93" />
<l class="t4" id="h120-p1.12">All must descend</l>
<l class="t4" id="h120-p1.13">Not to an end,</l>
<l id="h120-p1.14">But quicken'd by this deep and rocky grave,</l>
<l id="h120-p1.15">Rise to a longer course, more bright and brave.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h120-p1.16">
<l class="t3" id="h120-p1.17">Dear stream! dear bank! where often I</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.18">Have sate, and pleased my pensive eye;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.19">Why, since each drop of thy quick store</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.20">Runs thither where it flow'd before,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.21">Should poor souls fear a shade or night,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.22">Who came--sure--from a sea of light?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.23">Or, since those drops are all sent back</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.24">So sure to thee that none doth lack,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.25">Why should frail flesh doubt any more</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.26">That what G<small id="h120-p1.27">OD</small> takes He'll not restore?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h120-p1.28">
<l class="t3" id="h120-p1.29">O useful element and clear!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.30">My sacred wash and cleanser here;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.31">My first consigner<note n="130" id="h120-p1.32"><i>consigner</i>, in Baptism</note> unto those</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.33">Fountains of life, where the Lamb goes!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.34">What sublime truths and wholesome themes</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.35">Lodge in thy mystical, deep streams!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.36">Such as dull man can never find,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.37">Unless that Spirit lead his mind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.38">Which first upon thy face did move</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.39">And hatch'd all with His quickening love.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.40">As this loud brook's incessant fall</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.41">In streaming rings restagnates all,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.42">Which reach by course the bank, and then</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.43">Are no more seen: just so pass men.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.44">--O my invisible estate,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.45">My glorious liberty, still late!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.46">Thou art the channel my soul seeks,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h120-p1.47">Not this<note n="131" id="h120-p1.48"><i>Not this ...</i> I look for the passage. into heavenly freedom, not to glide down the stream</note> with cataracts and creeks.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour" progress="25.41%" prev="h120" next="h122" id="h121">
<hymn id="h121-p0.1">
<h3 id="h121-p0.2">CXXI</h3>

<verse id="h121-p0.3">
<l id="h121-p0.4">I walk'd the other day, (to spend my hour),</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.5">Into a field,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.6">Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.7">A gallant flower;</l>
<l id="h121-p0.8">But Winter now had ruffled all the bower</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.9">And curious store,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.10">I knew there heretofore.</l>
<pb n="94" id="h121-Page_94" />
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.11">
<l id="h121-p0.12">Yet I, whose search loved not to peep and peer</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.13">I' th' face of things,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.14">Thought with myself, there might be other springs</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.15">Besides this here,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.16">Which, like cold friends, sees us but once a year;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.17">And so the flower</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.18">Might have some other bower.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.19">
<l id="h121-p0.20">Then taking up what I could nearest spy,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.21">I digg'd about</l>
<l id="h121-p0.22">That place where I had seen him to grow out;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.23">And by and by</l>
<l id="h121-p0.24">I saw the warm Recluse alone to lie,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.25">Where fresh and green</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.26">He lived of us unseen.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.27">
<l id="h121-p0.28">Many a question intricate and rare</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.29">Did I there strow<note n="132" id="h121-p0.30"><i>strow</i>, put</note>;</l>
<l id="h121-p0.31">But all I could extort was, that he now</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.32">Did there repair</l>
<l id="h121-p0.33">Such losses as befell him in this air,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.34">And would ere long</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.35">Come forth most fair and young.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.36">
<l id="h121-p0.37">This past, I threw the clothes quite o'er his head;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.38">And stung with fear</l>
<l id="h121-p0.39">Of my own frailty, dropp'd down many a tear</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.40">Upon his bed;</l>
<l id="h121-p0.41">Then sighing whisper'd 'Happy are the dead!</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.42">What peace doth now</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.43">Rock him asleep below!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.44">
<l id="h121-p0.45">And yet, how few believe such doctrine springs</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.46">From a poor root,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.47">Which all the Winter sleeps here underfoot,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.48">And hath no wings</l>
<l id="h121-p0.49">To raise it  to the truth and light of things;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.50">But is still trod</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.51">By every wandering clod<note n="133" id="h121-p0.52"><i>clod</i>, countryman</note>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.53">
<l id="h121-p0.54">--O Thou! Whose Spirit did at first inflame</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.55">And warm the dead,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.56">And by a sacred incubation, fed</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.57">With life this frame,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.58">Which once had neither being, form, nor name;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.59">Giant I may so</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.60">Thy steps track here below,</l>
<pb n="95" id="h121-Page_95" />
</verse>

<verse id="h121-p0.61">
<l id="h121-p0.62">That in these Masques and shadows, I may see</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.63">Thy sacred way;</l>
<l id="h121-p0.64">And by those hid ascents climb to that day,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.65">Which breaks from Thee,</l>
<l id="h121-p0.66">Who art in all things, though invisibly:--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h121-p0.67">Shew me Thy peace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h121-p0.68">Thy mercy, love, and ease.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs" progress="25.73%" prev="h121" next="h123" id="h122">
<hymn id="h122-p0.1">
<h3 id="h122-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p67.2" id="h122-p0.3">CXXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h122-p1">THE TIMBER</p>

<verse id="h122-p1.1">
<l id="h122-p1.2">Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.3">Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers</l>
<l id="h122-p1.4">Past o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.5">Which now are dead, lodged in thy living bowers.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h122-p1.6">
<l id="h122-p1.7">And still a new succession sings and flies;</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.8">Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot</l>
<l id="h122-p1.9">Towards the old and still enduring skies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.10">While the low violet thrives at their root.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h122-p1.11">
<l id="h122-p1.12">But thou beneath the sad and heavy line</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.13">Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold and dark;</l>
<l id="h122-p1.14">Where not so much as dreams of light may shine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.15">Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h122-p1.16">
<l id="h122-p1.17">And yet--as if some deep hate and dissent,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.18">Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee,</l>
<l id="h122-p1.19">Were still alive--thou dost great storms resent<note n="134" id="h122-p1.20"><i>storms resent</i>, apparently means that the trunk groans or twists</note></l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.21">Before they come, and know'st how near they be.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h122-p1.22">
<l id="h122-p1.23">Else all at rest thou liest, and the fierce breath</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.24">Of tempests can no more disturb thy ease;</l>
<l id="h122-p1.25">But this thy strange resentment after death</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.26">Means only those who broke,--in life,--thy peace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h122-p1.27">
<l id="h122-p1.28">So murder'd man, when lovely life is done,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.29">And his blood freezed, keeps in the centre still</l>
<l id="h122-p1.30">Some secret sense, which makes the dead blood run</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.31">At his approach that did the body kill.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h122-p1.32">
<l id="h122-p1.33">--And is there any murderer worse than sin?</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.34">Or any storms more foul than a lewd life?</l>
<l id="h122-p1.35">Or what resentient<note n="135" id="h122-p1.36"><i>resentient</i>, sympathetic feeling</note> can work more within,</l>
<l class="t" id="h122-p1.37">Than true remorse, when with past sins at strife?</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night" progress="25.98%" prev="h122" next="h124" id="h123">
<pb n="96" id="h123-Page_96" />
<hymn id="h123-p0.1">
<h3 id="h123-p0.2">CXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h123-p1">THE BIRD</p>

<verse id="h123-p1.1">
<l id="h123-p1.2">Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night</l>
<l id="h123-p1.3">Blew through thy lodging, where thy own warm wing</l>
<l id="h123-p1.4">Thy pillow was. Many a sullen storm</l>
<l class="t" id="h123-p1.5">--For which coarse man seems much the fitter born--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h123-p1.6">Rain'd on thy bed</l>
<l class="t4" id="h123-p1.7">And harmless head:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h123-p1.8">
<l id="h123-p1.9">And now as fresh and cheerful as the light</l>
<l id="h123-p1.10">Thy little heart in early hymns doth sing</l>
<l id="h123-p1.11">Unto that Providence, Whose unseen arm</l>
<l class="t" id="h123-p1.12">Curb'd them, and clothed thee well and warm.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h123-p1.13">All things that be, praise Him; and had</l>
<l class="t4" id="h123-p1.14">Their lesson taught them when first made.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h123-p1.15">
<l id="h123-p1.16">So hills and valleys into singing break;</l>
<l id="h123-p1.17">And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue,</l>
<l id="h123-p1.18">While active winds and streams both run and speak,</l>
<l id="h123-p1.19">Yet stones are deep in admiratïon.</l>
<l id="h123-p1.20">Thus praise and praÿer here beneath the sun</l>
<l id="h123-p1.21">Make lesser mornings, when the great are done.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Twas so; I saw thy birth:--That drowsy lake" progress="26.12%" prev="h123" next="h125" id="h124">
<hymn id="h124-p0.1">
<h3 id="h124-p0.2">CXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h124-p1">THE SHOWER</p>

<verse id="h124-p1.1">
<l id="h124-p1.2">'Twas so; I saw thy birth:--That drowsy lake</l>
<l id="h124-p1.3">From her faint bosom breathed thee, the disease<note n="136" id="h124-p1.4">The shower is here regarded as a stagnant and a lazy exhalation</note></l>
<l id="h124-p1.5">Of her sick waters, and infectious ease.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h124-p1.6">But, now at even,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h124-p1.7">Too gross for heaven,</l>
<l id="h124-p1.8">Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h124-p1.9">
<l id="h124-p1.10">Ah! it is so with me: oft have I prest</l>
<l id="h124-p1.11">Heaven with a lazy breath; but fruitless this</l>
<l id="h124-p1.12">Pierced not; Love only can with quick access</l>
<l class="t4" id="h124-p1.13">Unlock the way;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h124-p1.14">When all else stray,</l>
<l id="h124-p1.15">The smoke and exhalations of the breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h124-p1.16">
<l id="h124-p1.17">Yet, if as thou dost melt, and with thy train</l>
<l id="h124-p1.18">Of drops make soft the Earth, my eyes could weep</l>
<l id="h124-p1.19">O'er my hard heart, that's bound-up and asleep;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h124-p1.20">Perhaps at last,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h124-p1.21">--Some such showers past--</l>
<l id="h124-p1.22">My G<small id="h124-p1.23">OD</small> would give a Sun-shine after rain.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Through that pure virgin shrine" progress="26.25%" prev="h124" next="h126" id="h125">
<pb n="97" id="h125-Page_97" />
<hymn id="h125-p0.1">
<h3 id="h125-p0.2">CXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h125-p1">THE NIGHT</p>

<verse id="h125-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h125-p1.2">Through that pure virgin shrine,</l>
<l id="h125-p1.3">That sacred veil drawn o'er Thy glorious noon,</l>
<l id="h125-p1.4">That men might look and live, as glow-worms shine</l>
<l class="t3" id="h125-p1.5">And face the moon:</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.6">Wise Nicodemus saw such light</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.7">As made him know his G<small id="h125-p1.8">OD</small> by night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h125-p1.9">
<l class="t2" id="h125-p1.10">No mercy-seat of gold,</l>
<l id="h125-p1.11">No dead and dusty cherub, nor carved stone,</l>
<l id="h125-p1.12">But His own living works did my L<small id="h125-p1.13">ORD</small> hold</l>
<l class="t3" id="h125-p1.14">And lodge alone;</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.15">Where trees and herbs did watch and peep</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.16">And wonder, while the Jews did sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h125-p1.17">
<l class="t2" id="h125-p1.18">Dear Night! this world's defeat;</l>
<l id="h125-p1.19">The stop to busy fools; Care's check and curb;</l>
<l id="h125-p1.20">The day of Spirits; my soul's calm retreat</l>
<l class="t3" id="h125-p1.21">Which none disturb!</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.22">C<small id="h125-p1.23">HRIST</small>'s progress<note n="137" id="h125-p1.24">See S. <scripRef id="h125-p1.25" passage="Mark i. 35" parsed="|Mark|1|35|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Mark.1.35">Mark i. 35</scripRef>; S. <scripRef id="h125-p1.26" passage="Luke xxi. 37" parsed="|Luke|21|37|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Luke.21.37">Luke xxi. 37</scripRef></note>, and His prayer time;</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.27">The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h125-p1.28">
<l class="t2" id="h125-p1.29">There is in G<small id="h125-p1.30">OD</small>--some say--</l>
<l id="h125-p1.31">A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here</l>
<l id="h125-p1.32">Say it is late and dusky, because they</l>
<l class="t3" id="h125-p1.33">See not all clear.</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.34">O for that Night! where I in Him</l>
<l class="t" id="h125-p1.35">Might live invisible and dim!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet, harmless lives!--[up]on whose holy leisure" progress="26.41%" prev="h125" next="h127" id="h126">
<hymn id="h126-p0.1">
<h3 id="h126-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p91.2" id="h126-p0.3">CXXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h126-p1">THE SHEPHERDS</p>

<verse id="h126-p1.1">
<l id="h126-p1.2">Sweet, harmless lives!--[up]on whose holy leisure</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.3">Waits Innocence and pleasure--</l>
<l id="h126-p1.4">Whose leaders to those pastures and clear springs</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.5">Were Patriarchs, Saints, and Kings:</l>
<l id="h126-p1.6">How happen'd it that in the dead of night</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.7">You, only, saw true light,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.8">While Palestine was fast asleep, and lay</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.9">Without one thought of Day?</l>
<l id="h126-p1.10">Was it because those first and blesséd swains</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.11">Were pilgrims on those plains</l>
<pb n="98" id="h126-Page_98" />
<l id="h126-p1.12">When they received the Promise, for which now</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.13">'Twas there first shown to you?</l>
<l id="h126-p1.14">'Tis true He loves that dust whereon they go</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.15">That serve Him here below,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.16">And therefore might, for memory of those,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.17">His love there first disclose;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.18">But wretched Salem, once His love, must now</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.19">No voice nor vision know:--</l>
<l id="h126-p1.20">Her stately piles with all their height and pride,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.21">Now languishéd and died,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.22">And Bethlem's humble cots above them stept,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.23">While all her seërs slept;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.24">Her cedar, fir, hew'd stones and gold, were all</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.25">Polluted through their fall,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.26">And those once sacred mansïons were now</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.27">Mere emptiness and show.</l>
<l id="h126-p1.28"><a href="#notes-p91.2" id="h126-p1.29">This</a> made the Angel call at reeds and thatch:--</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.30">Yet where the shepherds watch,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.31">And G<small id="h126-p1.32">OD</small>'s own lodging--though He could not lack--</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.33">To be a common rack<note n="138" id="h126-p1.34"><i>rack</i>, manger: see <a href="#notes-p91.2" id="h126-p1.35">Note</a></note>,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.36">No costly pride, no soft-clothed luxury</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.37">In those thin cells could lie;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.38">Each stirring wind and storm blew through their cots,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.39">Which never harbour'd plots;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.40">Only Content and Love and humble joys</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.41">Lived there without all noise;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.42">Perhaps some harmless cares for the next day</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.43">Did in their bosoms play,</l>
<l id="h126-p1.44">As where to lead their sheep, what silent nook,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.45">What springs or shades to look:</l>
<l id="h126-p1.46">But that was all; And now with gladsome care</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.47">They for the town prepare;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.48">They leave their flock, and in a busy talk</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.49">All towards Bethlem walk</l>
<l id="h126-p1.50">To see their souls' great Shepherd, Who was come</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.51">To bring all stragglers home;</l>
<l id="h126-p1.52">Where now they find Him out, and, taught before,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.53">That Lamb of G<small id="h126-p1.54">OD</small> adore,--</l>
<l id="h126-p1.55">That Lamb Whose days great kings and prophets wish'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.56">And long'd to see, but miss'd.</l>
<l id="h126-p1.57">The first light they beheld was bright and gay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.58">And turn'd their night to day;--</l>
<l id="h126-p1.59">But to this later light they saw in Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h126-p1.60">Their day was dark and dim.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou cam'st from Heaven to Earth, that we" progress="26.78%" prev="h126" next="h128" id="h127">
<pb n="99" id="h127-Page_99" />
<hymn id="h127-p0.1">
<h3 id="h127-p0.2">CXXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h127-p1">THE NATIVITY</p>

<verse id="h127-p1.1">
<l id="h127-p1.2">Thou cam'st from Heaven to Earth, that we</l>
<l id="h127-p1.3">Might go from Earth to Heaven with Thee:</l>
<l id="h127-p1.4">And though Thou found'st no welcome here,</l>
<l id="h127-p1.5">Thou didst provide us mansions there.</l>
<l id="h127-p1.6">A stable was Thy Court, and when</l>
<l id="h127-p1.7">Men turn'd to beasts, beasts would be men:</l>
<l id="h127-p1.8">They were Thy courtiers; others none;</l>
<l id="h127-p1.9">And their poor manger was Thy throne.</l>
<l id="h127-p1.10">No swaddling silks Thy limbs did fold,</l>
<l id="h127-p1.11">Though Thou couldst turn Thy rags to gold.</l>
<l id="h127-p1.12">No rockers waited on Thy birth,</l>
<l id="h127-p1.13">No cradles stirr'd, nor songs of mirth;</l>
<l id="h127-p1.14">But Her chaste lap and sacred breast,</l>
<l id="h127-p1.15">Which lodged Thee first, did give Thee rest.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse" progress="26.89%" prev="h127" next="h129" id="h128">
<hymn id="h128-p0.1">
<h3 id="h128-p0.2">CXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h128-p1">THE KNOT</p>

<verse id="h128-p1.1">
<l id="h128-p1.2">Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.3">The glad world's blesséd Maid!</l>
<l id="h128-p1.4">Whose beauty tied life to thy house<note n="139" id="h128-p1.5">Apparently, whose beauty of soul caused the Life of mankind to dwell in thee.</note>,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.6">And brought us saving aid;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h128-p1.7">
<l id="h128-p1.8">Thou art the true Love's-Knot; by thee</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.9">G<small id="h128-p1.10">OD</small> is made our ally;</l>
<l id="h128-p1.11">And man's inferior essence He</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.12">With His did dignify.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h128-p1.13">
<l id="h128-p1.14">For coalescent by that band</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.15">We are His body grown,</l>
<l id="h128-p1.16">Nourish'd with favours from His hand,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.17">Whom for our Head we own.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h128-p1.18">
<l id="h128-p1.19">And such a knot, what arm dares loose,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.20">What life, what death can sever?</l>
<l id="h128-p1.21">Which us in Him, and Him in us,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h128-p1.22">United keeps for ever.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Dear, beauteous Saint! more white than Day" progress="26.99%" prev="h128" next="h130" id="h129">
<pb n="100" id="h129-Page_100" />
<hymn id="h129-p0.1">
<h3 id="h129-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p69.3" id="h129-p0.3">CXXIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h129-p1">S. MARY MAGDALENE</p>

<verse id="h129-p1.1">
<l id="h129-p1.2">Dear, beauteous Saint! more white than Day</l>
<l id="h129-p1.3">When in his naked, pure array;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.4">Fresher than morning-flowers, which shew</l>
<l id="h129-p1.5">As thou in tears dost, best in dew.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.6">How art thou changed! how lively-fair,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.7">Pleasing, and innocent an air,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.8">Not tutor'd by thy glass, but free,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.9">Native and pure, shines now in thee!</l>
<l id="h129-p1.10">But since thy beauty doth still keep</l>
<l id="h129-p1.11">Bloomy and fresh, why dost thou weep?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.12">This dusky state of sighs and tears</l>
<l id="h129-p1.13">Durst not look on those smiling years,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.14">When <a href="#notes-p69.3" id="h129-p1.15">Magdal-castle</a><note n="140" id="h129-p1.16">See <a href="#notes-p69.3" id="h129-p1.17">Note</a></note> was thy seat,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.18">Where all was sumptuous, rare and neat.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.19">Why lies this hair despiséd now</l>
<l id="h129-p1.20">Which once thy care and art did show?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.21">Who then did dress the much-loved toy,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.22">In spires, globes, angry<note n="141" id="h129-p1.23"><i>angry</i>, defiant</note> curls and coy,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.24">Which with skill'd negligence seem'd shed</l>
<l id="h129-p1.25">About thy curious, wild, young head?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.26">Why is this rich, this pistic<note n="142" id="h129-p1.27"><i>pistic</i>, pure</note> nard</l>
<l id="h129-p1.28">Spilt, and the box quite broke and marr'd?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.29">What pretty sullenness did haste</l>
<l id="h129-p1.30">Thy easy hands to do this waste?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.31">Why art thou humbled thus, and low</l>
<l id="h129-p1.32">As earth thy lovely head dost bow?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.33">Dear soul! thou knew'st flowers here on Earth</l>
<l id="h129-p1.34">At their L<small id="h129-p1.35">ORD</small>'s foot-stool have their birth;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.36">Therefore thy wither'd self in haste</l>
<l id="h129-p1.37">Beneath His blest feet thou didst cast,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.38">That at the root of this green tree</l>
<l id="h129-p1.39">Thy great decays restored might be.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.40">Thy curious vanities and rare</l>
<l id="h129-p1.41">Odorous ointments, kept with care</l>
<l id="h129-p1.42">And dearly bought,--when thou didst see</l>
<l id="h129-p1.43">They could not cure nor comfort thee--</l>
<l id="h129-p1.44">Like a wise, early penitent,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.45">Thou sadly didst to Him present,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.46">Whose interceding, meek, and calm</l>
<l id="h129-p1.47">Blood, is the world's all-healing balm.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.48">This, this Divine Restorative</l>
<l id="h129-p1.49">Call'd forth thy tears, which ran in live</l>
<l id="h129-p1.50">And hasty drops, as if they had</l>
<l id="h129-p1.51">--Their L<small id="h129-p1.52">ORD</small> so near--sense to be glad.</l>
<pb n="101" id="h129-Page_101" />
</verse>

<verse id="h129-p1.53">
<l class="t" id="h129-p1.54">Learn, ladies, here the faithful cure</l>
<l id="h129-p1.55">Makes<note n="143" id="h129-p1.56">[which] <i>makes</i></note> beauty lasting, fresh and pure;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.57">Learn Mary's art of tears, and then</l>
<l id="h129-p1.58">Say, you have got the day from men.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.59">Cheap, mighty art! Her art of love,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.60">Who loved much, and much more could move;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.61">Her art! whose memory must last</l>
<l id="h129-p1.62">Till truth through all the world be past;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.63">Till His abused, despiséd flame<note n="144" id="h129-p1.64"><i>flame</i>, of Love</note></l>
<l id="h129-p1.65">Return to Heaven, from whence it came,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.66">And send a fire down, that shall bring</l>
<l id="h129-p1.67">Destruction on his ruddy wing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h129-p1.68">
<l id="h129-p1.69">Her art! whose pensive, weeping eyes,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.70">Were once sin's loose and tempting spies;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.71">But now are fixéd stars, whose light</l>
<l id="h129-p1.72">Helps such dark stragglers to their sight.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.73">Self-boasting Pharisee! how blind</l>
<l id="h129-p1.74">A judge wert thou, and how unkind!</l>
<l id="h129-p1.75">It was impossible, that thou,</l>
<l id="h129-p1.76">Who wert all false, should'st true grief know.</l>
<l id="h129-p1.77">Is't just to judge her faithful tears</l>
<l id="h129-p1.78">By that foul rheum thy false eye wears?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h129-p1.79">
<l id="h129-p1.80">This woman--say'st thou--is a sinner:</l>
<l id="h129-p1.81">And sate there none such at thy dinner?</l>
<l id="h129-p1.82">Go, leper, go! wash till thy flesh</l>
<l id="h129-p1.83">Comes like a child's, spotless and fresh;</l>
<l id="h129-p1.84">He is still leprous that still paints:</l>
<l id="h129-p1.85">Who saint themselves, they are no saints.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The lucky World shew'd me one day" progress="27.49%" prev="h129" next="h131" id="h130">
<hymn id="h130-p0.1">
<h3 id="h130-p0.2">CXXX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h130-p1">THE ORNAMENT</p>

<verse id="h130-p1.1">
<l id="h130-p1.2">The lucky World shew'd me one day</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.3">Her gorgeous mart and glittering store,</l>
<l id="h130-p1.4">Where with proud haste the rich made way</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.5">To buy, the poor came to adore.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h130-p1.6">
<l id="h130-p1.7">Serious they seem'd, and bought up all</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.8">The latest modes of pride and lust;</l>
<l id="h130-p1.9">Although the first must surely fall,</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.10">And the last is most loathsome dust.</l>
<pb n="102" id="h130-Page_102" />
</verse>

<verse id="h130-p1.11">
<l id="h130-p1.12">But while each gay, alluring ware</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.13">With idle hearts and busy looks</l>
<l id="h130-p1.14">They view'd,--for Idleness hath there</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.15">Laid up all her archives and books,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h130-p1.16">
<l id="h130-p1.17">Quite through their proud and pompous file,</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.18">Blushing, and in meek weeds array'd,</l>
<l id="h130-p1.19">With native looks which knew no guile,</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.20">Came the sheep-keeping Syrian Maid<note n="145" id="h130-p1.21"><i>Syrian Maid</i>, the Church, under figure of Rachel</note>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h130-p1.22">
<l id="h130-p1.23">Whom straight the shining row all faced,</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.24">Forced<note n="146" id="h130-p1.25"><i>forced</i>, compelled</note> by her artless looks and dress;</l>
<l id="h130-p1.26">While one cried out, We are disgraced!</l>
<l class="t" id="h130-p1.27">For She is bravest, you confess!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I saw Eternity the other night" progress="27.64%" prev="h130" next="h132" id="h131">
<hymn id="h131-p0.1">
<h3 id="h131-p0.2">CXXXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h131-p1">THE WORLD</p>

<verse id="h131-p1.1">
<l id="h131-p1.2">I saw Eternity the other night,</l>
<l id="h131-p1.3">Like a great ring of pure and endless light,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.4">All calm, as it was bright;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.5">And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.6">Driven by the spheres,</l>
<l id="h131-p1.7">Like a vast shadow moved; In which the world</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.8">And all her train were hurl'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h131-p1.9">
<l id="h131-p1.10">The doting Lover in his quaintest strain</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.11">Did there complain;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.12">Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his slights<note n="147" id="h131-p1.13"><i>slights</i>, sleights, tricks</note>,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.14">Wit's sour<note n="148" id="h131-p1.15"><i>sour</i>, perhaps, unsatisfying</note> delights;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.16">With gloves and knots<note n="149" id="h131-p1.17"><i>knots</i>. ribbons</note>, the silly snares of pleasure;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.18">Yet his dear treasure</l>
<l id="h131-p1.19">All scatter'd lay, while he his eyes did pour</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.20">Upon a flower.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h131-p1.21">
<l id="h131-p1.22">The darksome Statesman<note n="150" id="h131-p1.23"><i>the Statesman</i>, Pym's career, with O. Cromwell's by poetic
insight, is here (1650) unquestionably photographed</note> hung with weights and woe,</l>
<l id="h131-p1.24">Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so slow,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.25">He did not stay, nor go;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.26">Condemning thoughts--like sad eclipses--scowl</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.27">Upon his soul,</l>
<l id="h131-p1.28">And clouds of crying witnesses without</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.29">Pursued him with one shout;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.30">Yet digg'd the mole, and lest his ways be found,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.31">Work'd under ground,</l>
<pb n="103" id="h131-Page_103" />
<l id="h131-p1.32">Where he did clutch his prey; but One did see</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.33">That policy;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.34">Churches and altars fed him; perjuries</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.35">Were gnats and flies;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.36">It rain'd about him blood and tears, but he</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.37">Drank them as free.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h131-p1.38">
<l id="h131-p1.39">The fearful Miser on a heap of rust</l>
<l id="h131-p1.40">Sate pining all his life there; did scarce trust</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.41">His own hands with the dust;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.42">Yet would not place one piece above, but lives</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.43">In fear of thieves:</l>
<l id="h131-p1.44">Thousands there were as frantic as himself,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.45">And hugg'd each one his pelf.</l>
<l id="h131-p1.46">The down-right Epicure placed heaven in sense,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.47">And scorn'd pretence;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.48">While others, slipt into a wide excess,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.49">Said little less;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.50">The weaker sort, slight, trivial wares enslave,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.51">Who think them brave<note n="151" id="h131-p1.52"><i>brave</i>, magnificent</note>;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.53">And poor, despiséd Truth sat counting by</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.54">Their victory.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h131-p1.55">
<l id="h131-p1.56">Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.57">And sing, and weep, soar'd up into the ring;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.58">But most would use no wing.</l>
<l id="h131-p1.59">O fools--said I--thus to prefer dark night</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.60">Before true light!</l>
<l id="h131-p1.61">To live in grots, and caves, and hate the day</l>
<l class="t2" id="h131-p1.62">Because it shews the way:--</l>
<l id="h131-p1.63">The way, which from this dead and dark abode</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.64">Leads up to G<small id="h131-p1.65">OD</small>;</l>
<l id="h131-p1.66">A way where you might tread the Sun, and be</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.67">More bright than he!</l>
<l id="h131-p1.68">But as I did their madness so discuss,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.69">One whisper'd thus,--</l>
<l id="h131-p1.70">This ring the Bride-groom did for none provide,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h131-p1.71">But for His Bride.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Weighing the steadfastness and state" progress="28.04%" prev="h131" next="h133" id="h132">
<pb n="104" id="h132-Page_104" />
<hymn id="h132-p0.1">
<h3 id="h132-p0.2">CXXXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h132-p1">MAN</p>

<verse id="h132-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.2">Weighing the steadfastness and state</l>
<l id="h132-p1.3">Of some mean things which here below reside,</l>
<l id="h132-p1.4">Where birds, like watchful clocks, the noiseless date</l>
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.5">And intercourse of times divide;</l>
<l id="h132-p1.6">Where bees at night get home and hive; and flowers,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h132-p1.7">Early as well as late,</l>
<l id="h132-p1.8">Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h132-p1.9">
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.10">I would (said I) my G<small id="h132-p1.11">OD</small> would give</l>
<l id="h132-p1.12">The staidness of these things to Man! For these</l>
<l id="h132-p1.13">To His divine appointments ever cleave,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.14">And no new business breaks their peace;</l>
<l id="h132-p1.15">The birds nor sow nor reap, yet sup and dine;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h132-p1.16">The flowers without clothes live;</l>
<l id="h132-p1.17">Yet Solomon was never drest so fine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h132-p1.18">
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.19">Man hath still either toys, or care;</l>
<l id="h132-p1.20">He hath no root, nor to one place is tied,</l>
<l id="h132-p1.21">But ever restless and irregular</l>
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.22">About this Earth doth run and ride.</l>
<l id="h132-p1.23">He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h132-p1.24">He says it is so far<note n="152" id="h132-p1.25"><i>far--how to go--passage</i>, misprinted <i>for--height--pastage</i> (1650)</note>,</l>
<l id="h132-p1.26">That he hath quite forgot how to go[1**above line] there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h132-p1.27">
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.28">He knocks at all doors, strays and roams,</l>
<l id="h132-p1.29">Nay hath not so much wit as some stones<note n="153" id="h132-p1.30"><i>some stones</i>, the magnet</note> have,</l>
<l id="h132-p1.31">Which in the darkest nights point to their homes,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h132-p1.32">By some hid sense their Maker gave;</l>
<l id="h132-p1.33">Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest</l>
<l class="t5" id="h132-p1.34">And passage[1**above line] through these looms</l>
<l id="h132-p1.35">G<small id="h132-p1.36">OD</small> order'd motion, but ordain'd no rest.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou art not Truth! for he that tries" progress="28.27%" prev="h132" next="h134" id="h133">
<hymn id="h133-p0.1">
<h3 id="h133-p0.2">CXXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h133-p1">THE WORLD</p>

<verse id="h133-p1.1">
<l id="h133-p1.2">Thou art not Truth! for he that tries</l>
<l id="h133-p1.3">Shall find thee all deceit and lies.</l>
<l id="h133-p1.4">Thou art not Friendship! for in thee</l>
<l id="h133-p1.5">'Tis but the bait of policy,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.6">Which, like a viper lodged in flowers,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.7">Its venom through that sweetness pours;</l>
<pb n="105" id="h133-Page_105" />
<l id="h133-p1.8">And when not so, then always 'tis</l>
<l id="h133-p1.9">A fading paint, the short-lived bliss</l>
<l id="h133-p1.10">Of air and humour<note n="154" id="h133-p1.11"><i>humour</i>, moisture</note>; out and in,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.12">Like colours in a dolphin's skin:</l>
<l id="h133-p1.13">But must not live beyond one day,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.14">Or for convenience; then away.</l>
<l class="t" id="h133-p1.15">Thou art not Riches! for that trash,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.16">Which one age hoards, the next doth wash</l>
<l id="h133-p1.17">And so severely sweep away</l>
<l id="h133-p1.18">That few remember where it lay,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.19">So, rapid streams the wealthy land</l>
<l id="h133-p1.20">About them have at their command;</l>
<l id="h133-p1.21">And shifting channels here restore,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.22">There break down, what they bank'd before.</l>
<l class="t" id="h133-p1.23">Thou art not Honour! for those gay</l>
<l id="h133-p1.24">Feathers will wear and drop away;</l>
<l id="h133-p1.25">And princes to some upstart line</l>
<l id="h133-p1.26">Give new ones, that are full as fine.</l>
<l class="t" id="h133-p1.27">Thou art not Pleasure! for thy rose</l>
<l id="h133-p1.28">Upon a thorn doth still repose;</l>
<l id="h133-p1.29">Which, if not cropt, will quickly shed,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.30">But soon as cropt, grows dull and dead.</l>
<l class="t" id="h133-p1.31">Thou art the sand, which fills one glass,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.32">And then doth to another pass;</l>
<l id="h133-p1.33">And could I put thee to a stay,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.34">Thou art but dust! Then go thy way,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.35">And leave me clean and bright, though poor:</l>
<l id="h133-p1.36">Who stops thee doth but daub his floor;</l>
<l id="h133-p1.37">And, swallow-like, when he hath done,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.38">To unknown dwellings must be gone!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h133-p1.39">
<l class="t" id="h133-p1.40">Welcome, pure thoughts, and peaceful hours,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.41">Enrich'd with sunshine and with showers;</l>
<l id="h133-p1.42">Welcome fair hopes, and holy cares,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.43">The not to be repented shares</l>
<l id="h133-p1.44">Of Time and business: the sure road</l>
<l id="h133-p1.45">Unto my last and loved abode!</l>
<l class="t4" id="h133-p1.46">O supreme Bliss:</l>
<l id="h133-p1.47">The Circle, Centre, and Abyss</l>
<l id="h133-p1.48">Of blessings, never let me miss</l>
<l id="h133-p1.49">Nor leave that path, which leads to Thee,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.50">Who art alone all things to me!</l>
<l id="h133-p1.51">I hear, I see, all the long day</l>
<l id="h133-p1.52">The noise and pomp of the Broad Way:</l>
<l id="h133-p1.53">I note their coarse and proud approaches,</l>
<l id="h133-p1.54">Their silks, perfumes, and glittering coaches.</l>
<l id="h133-p1.55">But in the Narrow Way to Thee</l>
<l id="h133-p1.56">I observe only poverty,</l>
<pb n="106" id="h133-Page_106" />
<l id="h133-p1.57">And despised things; and all along</l>
<l id="h133-p1.58">The ragged, mean, and humble throng</l>
<l id="h133-p1.59">Are still on foot; and as they go</l>
<l id="h133-p1.60">They sigh, and say, their L<small id="h133-p1.61">ORD</small> went so.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou that know'st for whom I mourn" progress="28.64%" prev="h133" next="h135" id="h134">
<hymn id="h134-p0.1">
<h3 id="h134-p0.2">CXXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h134-p1">AN ELEGY</p>

<verse id="h134-p1.1">
<l id="h134-p1.2">Thou that know'st for whom I mourn,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.3">And why these tears appear,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.4">That keep'st account till he return</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.5">Of all his dust left here;</l>
<l id="h134-p1.6">As easily Thou might'st prevent</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.7">As now produce, these tears,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.8">And add unto that day he went</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.9">A fair supply of years.</l>
<l id="h134-p1.10">But 'twas my sin that forced Thy hand</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.11">To cull this primrose out,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.12">That by Thy early choice forewarn'd</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.13">My soul might look about.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h134-p1.14">
<l id="h134-p1.15">O what a vanity is Man!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.16">How like the eye's quick wink</l>
<l id="h134-p1.17">His cottage fails; whose narrow span</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.18">Begins e'en at the brink!</l>
<l id="h134-p1.19">Nine months Thy hands are fashioning us,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.20">And many years--alas!--</l>
<l id="h134-p1.21">Ere we can lisp, or aught discuss</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.22">Concerning Thee, must pass;</l>
<l id="h134-p1.23">Yet have I known Thy slightest things,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.24">A feather, or a shell,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.25">A stick, or rod, which some chance brings,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.26">The best of us excel;--</l>
<l id="h134-p1.27">Yea, I have known these shreds outlast</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.28">A fair compacted frame,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.29">And <a href="#notes-p71.2" id="h134-p1.30">for one twenty we have past</a><note n="155" id="h134-p1.31">See <a href="#notes-p71.2" id="h134-p1.32">Note</a></note></l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.33">Almost outlive our name.</l>
<l id="h134-p1.34">Yet had our pilgrimage been free,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.35">And smooth without a thorn,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.36">Pleasures had foil'd<note n="156" id="h134-p1.37">Or, <i>soil'd</i>: the first letter dubious</note> Eternity,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.38">And tares had choked the corn.</l>
<l id="h134-p1.39">Thus by the Cross Salvation runs;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.40">Affliction is a mother,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.41">Whose painful throes yield many sons,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.42">Each fairer than the other.</l>
<pb n="107" id="h134-Page_107" />
<l id="h134-p1.43">A silent tear can pierce Thy throne,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.44">When loud joys want a wing;</l>
<l id="h134-p1.45">And sweeter airs stream from a groan,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.46">Than any arted<note n="157" id="h134-p1.47"><i>arted</i>, p1ayed on skilfully</note> string.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h134-p1.48">
<l id="h134-p1.49">Thus, L<small id="h134-p1.50">ORD</small>, I see my gain is great,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.51">My loss but little to it,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.52">Yet something more I must entreat,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.53">And only Thou canst do it.</l>
<l id="h134-p1.54">O let me--like him--know my end!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.55">And be as glad to find it:</l>
<l id="h134-p1.56">And whatsoe'er Thou shalt commend</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.57">Still let Thy servant mind it!</l>
<l id="h134-p1.58">Then make my soul white as his own,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.59">My faith as pure and steady,</l>
<l id="h134-p1.60">And deck me, L<small id="h134-p1.61">ORD</small> with the same crown</l>
<l class="t2" id="h134-p1.62">That has crown'd him already!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="They are all gone into the world of light" progress="28.94%" prev="h134" next="h136" id="h135">
<hymn id="h135-p0.1">
<h3 id="h135-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p72.3" id="h135-p0.3">CXXXV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h135-p1">FRIENDS DEPARTED</p>

<verse id="h135-p1.1">
<l id="h135-p1.2">They are all gone into the world of light!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.3">And I alone sit lingering here;</l>
<l id="h135-p1.4">Their very memory is fair and bright,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.5">And my sad thoughts doth clear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.6">
<l id="h135-p1.7">It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.8">Like stars upon some gloomy grove,</l>
<l id="h135-p1.9">Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.10">After the sun's remove.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.11">
<l id="h135-p1.12">I see them walking in an air of glory,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.13">Whose light doth trample<note n="158" id="h135-p1.14"><i>trample</i>, tread on and efface</note> on my days:</l>
<l id="h135-p1.15">My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.16">Mere glimmering and decays.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.17">
<l id="h135-p1.18">O holy Hope! and high Humility,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.19">High as the heavens above!</l>
<l id="h135-p1.20">These are your walks, and you have shew'd them me,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.21">To kindle my cold love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.22">
<l id="h135-p1.23">Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the Just,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.24">Shining no where, but in the dark;</l>
<l id="h135-p1.25">What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.26">Could man outlook that mark!</l>
<pb n="108" id="h135-Page_108" />
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.27">
<l id="h135-p1.28">He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.29">At first sight, if the bird be flown;</l>
<l id="h135-p1.30">But what fair <a href="#notes-p72.3" id="h135-p1.31">well</a><note n="159" id="h135-p1.32"><i>well</i>, spring-head</note> or grove he sings in now,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.33">That is to him unknown.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.34">
<l id="h135-p1.35">And yet as Angels in some brighter dreams</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.36">Call to the soul, when man doth sleep:</l>
<l id="h135-p1.37">So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.38">And into glory peep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.39">
<l id="h135-p1.40">If a star were confined into a tomb,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.41">Her captive flames must needs burn there;</l>
<l id="h135-p1.42">But when the hand that lock'd her up, gives room,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.43">She'll shine through all the sphere.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.44">
<l id="h135-p1.45">O Father of eternal life, and all</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.46">Created glories under Thee!</l>
<l id="h135-p1.47">Resume Thy spirit<note n="160" id="h135-p1.48"><i>Thy Spirit</i>, unless a misprint for my, may mean, the Soul Thou hast placed here</note> from this world of thrall</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.49">Into true liberty.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h135-p1.50">
<l id="h135-p1.51">Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill</l>
<l class="t2" id="h135-p1.52">My perspective--still--as they pass:</l>
<l id="h135-p1.53">Or else remove me hence unto that hill,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h135-p1.54">Where I shall need no glass.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry" progress="29.24%" prev="h135" next="h137" id="h136">
<hymn id="h136-p0.1">
<h3 id="h136-p0.2">CXXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h136-p1">THE DAWNING</p>

<verse id="h136-p1.1">
<l id="h136-p1.2">Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.3">The Bridegroom's coming! fill the sky?</l>
<l id="h136-p1.4">Shall it in the evening run</l>
<l id="h136-p1.5">When our words and works are done?</l>
<l id="h136-p1.6">Or will Thy all-surprizing light</l>
<l class="t2" id="h136-p1.7">Break at midnight,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.8">When either sleep, or some dark pleasure</l>
<l id="h136-p1.9">Possesseth mad Man without measure?</l>
<l id="h136-p1.10">Or shall these early, fragrant hours</l>
<l class="t2" id="h136-p1.11">Unlock Thy bowers?</l>
<l id="h136-p1.12">And with their blush of light descry</l>
<l id="h136-p1.13">Thy locks crown'd with eternity?</l>
<l id="h136-p1.14">Indeed, it is the only time</l>
<l id="h136-p1.15">That with Thy glory doth best chime;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.16">All now are stirring, every field</l>
<l class="t2" id="h136-p1.17">Full hymns doth yield;</l>
<pb n="109" id="h136-Page_109" />
<l id="h136-p1.18">The whole Creation shakes off night,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.19">And for Thy shadow, looks<note n="161" id="h136-p1.20"><i>looks</i> [for]</note> the light;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.21">Stars now vanish without number,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.22">Sleepy planets set, and slumber,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.23">The pursy clouds disband, and scatter;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.24">All expect some sudden matter;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.25">Not one beam triumphs, but from far</l>
<l class="t2" id="h136-p1.26">That Morning-star.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h136-p1.27">
<l id="h136-p1.28">O at what time soever Thou,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.29">--Unknown to us--the heavens wilt bow,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.30">And, with Thy Angels in the van,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.31">Descend to judge poor careless Man,--</l>
<l id="h136-p1.32">Grant, I may not like puddle lie</l>
<l id="h136-p1.33">In a corrupt security,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.34">Where, if a traveller water crave,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.35">He finds it dead, and in a grave;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.36">But as this restless, vocal Spring</l>
<l id="h136-p1.37">All day and night doth run, and sing,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.38">And though here born, yet is acquainted<note n="162" id="h136-p1.39"><i>acquainted</i>, knows other regions</note></l>
<l id="h136-p1.40">Elsewhere, and flowing keeps untainted;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.41">So let me all my busy age</l>
<l id="h136-p1.42">In Thy free services engage;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.43">And though--while here--of force I must</l>
<l id="h136-p1.44">Have commerce sometimes with poor dust,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.45">And in my flesh, though vile and low,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.46">As this doth in her channel, flow<note n="163" id="h136-p1.47"><i>flow</i>, move</note>,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.48">Yet let my course, my aim, my love,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.49">And chief acquaintance be above;</l>
<l id="h136-p1.50">So when that day and hour shall come,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.51">In which Thyself will be the Sun,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.52">Thou'lt find me drest, and on my way,</l>
<l id="h136-p1.53">Watching the break of Thy great day.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When with these eyes, closed now by Thee" progress="29.55%" prev="h136" next="h138" id="h137">
<hymn id="h137-p0.1">
<h3 id="h137-p0.2">CXXXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h137-p1">THE THRONE</p>

<verse id="h137-p1.1">
<l id="h137-p1.2">When with these eyes, closed now by Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.3">But then restored,</l>
<l id="h137-p1.4">The great and white throne I shall see</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.5">Of my dread L<small id="h137-p1.6">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h137-p1.7">And lowly kneeling--for the most</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.8">Stiff, then must kneel,--</l>
<l id="h137-p1.9">Shall look on Him, at Whose high cost</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.10">--Unseen--such joys I feel:--</l>
<pb n="110" id="h137-Page_110" />
<l id="h137-p1.11">Whatever arguments or skill</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.12">Wise heads shall use,</l>
<l id="h137-p1.13">Tears only and my blushes still</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.14">I will produce.</l>
<l id="h137-p1.15">And should those speechless beggars fail,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.16">Which oft have won,</l>
<l id="h137-p1.17">Then taught by Thee I will prevail,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h137-p1.18">And say, Thy will be done!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O day of life, of light, of love" progress="29.63%" prev="h137" next="h139" id="h138">
<hymn id="h138-p0.1">
<h3 id="h138-p0.2">CXXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h138-p1">THE DAY OF JUDGMENT</p>

<verse id="h138-p1.1">
<l id="h138-p1.2">O day of life, of light, of love!</l>
<l id="h138-p1.3">The only day dealt from above!</l>
<l id="h138-p1.4">A day so fresh, so bright, so brave<note n="164" id="h138-p1.5"><i>brave</i>, splendid</note>,</l>
<l id="h138-p1.6">'Twill show us each forgotten grave,</l>
<l id="h138-p1.7">And make the dead, like flowers, arise</l>
<l id="h138-p1.8">Youthful and fair to see new skies.</l>
<l id="h138-p1.9">All other days, compared to thee,</l>
<l id="h138-p1.10">Are but Light's weak minority;</l>
<l id="h138-p1.11">They are but veils and cypress<note n="165" id="h138-p1.12"><i>cypress</i>, crape</note> drawn</l>
<l id="h138-p1.13">Like clouds, before thy glorious dawn.</l>
<l id="h138-p1.14">O come! arise! shine! do not stay,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h138-p1.15">Dearly loved Day!</l>
<l id="h138-p1.16">The fields are long since white, and I</l>
<l id="h138-p1.17">With earnest groans for freedom cry;</l>
<l id="h138-p1.18">My fellow-creatures too say, Come!</l>
<l id="h138-p1.19">And stones, though speechless, are not dumb.</l>
<l id="h138-p1.20">When shall we hear that glorious voice</l>
<l class="t2" id="h138-p1.21">Of life and joys?</l>
<l id="h138-p1.22">That voice which to each secret bed</l>
<l class="t2" id="h138-p1.23">Of my L<small id="h138-p1.24">ORD</small>'s dead</l>
<l id="h138-p1.25">Shall bring true day, and make dust see</l>
<l id="h138-p1.26">The way to immortality?</l>
<l id="h138-p1.27">When shall those first white pilgrims rise,</l>
<l id="h138-p1.28">Whose holy, happy histories</l>
<l id="h138-p1.29">--Because they sleep so long--some men</l>
<l id="h138-p1.30">Count but the blots of a vain pen?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h138-p1.31">Dear L<small id="h138-p1.32">ORD</small>! make haste!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight" progress="29.81%" prev="h138" next="h140" id="h139">
<pb n="111" id="h139-Page_111" />
<hymn id="h139-p0.1">
<h3 id="h139-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p73.3" id="h139-p0.3">CXXXIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h139-p1">AT BETHLEHEM</p>

<verse id="h139-p1.1">
<l id="h139-p1.2">Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight</l>
<l id="h139-p1.3">Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night;</l>
<l id="h139-p1.4">Come, lift we up our loftier song,</l>
<l id="h139-p1.5">And <a href="#notes-p73.3" id="h139-p1.6">wake the Sun</a> that lies too long.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h139-p1.7">
<l id="h139-p1.8">Gloomy night embraced the place</l>
<l class="t" id="h139-p1.9">Where the noble Infant lay:</l>
<l id="h139-p1.10">The Babe look'd up, and show'd His face;</l>
<l class="t" id="h139-p1.11">In spite of darkness, it was day:--</l>
<l id="h139-p1.12">It was Thy day, Sweet! and did rise</l>
<l id="h139-p1.13">Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h139-p1.14">
<l id="h139-p1.15">We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h139-p1.16">Young dawn of our eternal Day;</l>
<l id="h139-p1.17">We saw Thine eyes break from their East,</l>
<l class="t" id="h139-p1.18">And chase the trembling shades away:</l>
<l id="h139-p1.19">We saw Thee, (and we blest the sight),</l>
<l id="h139-p1.20">We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h139-p1.21">
<l id="h139-p1.22">Welcome, all wonders in one sight!</l>
<l class="t" id="h139-p1.23">Eternity shut in a span!</l>
<l id="h139-p1.24">Summer in Winter! Day in Night!</l>
<l class="t" id="h139-p1.25">Heaven in Earth! and G<small id="h139-p1.26">OD</small> in man!</l>
<l id="h139-p1.27">Great Little One, Whose all-embracing birth,</l>
<l id="h139-p1.28">Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h139-p2">R. Crashaw</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace" progress="29.96%" prev="h139" next="h141" id="h140">
<hymn id="h140-p0.1">
<h3 id="h140-p0.2">CXL</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h140-p1">AN ECSTASY</p>

<verse id="h140-p1.1">
<l id="h140-p1.2">Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace</l>
<l id="h140-p1.3">Sends up my soul to seek Thy face,</l>
<l id="h140-p1.4">Thy blesséd eyes breed such desire,</l>
<l id="h140-p1.5">I die in Love's delicious fire.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h140-p1.6">O Love, I am thy sacrifice;</l>
<l id="h140-p1.7">Be still triumphant, blesséd eyes;</l>
<l id="h140-p1.8">Still shine on me, fair suns! that I</l>
<l id="h140-p1.9">Still may behold, though still I die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h140-p1.10">
<l class="t" id="h140-p1.11">Though still I die, I live again,</l>
<l id="h140-p1.12">Still longing so to be still slain;</l>
<l id="h140-p1.13">So gainful is such loss of breath,</l>
<l id="h140-p1.14">I die e'en in desire of death.</l>
<pb n="112" id="h140-Page_112" />
</verse>

<verse id="h140-p1.15">
<l class="t" id="h140-p1.16">Still live in me this longing strife</l>
<l id="h140-p1.17">Of living death and dying life;</l>
<l id="h140-p1.18">For while Thou sweetly slayest me,</l>
<l id="h140-p1.19">Dead to myself, I live in Thee.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Happy me! O happy sheep" progress="30.06%" prev="h140" next="h142" id="h141">
<hymn id="h141-p0.1">
<h3 id="h141-p0.2">CXLI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h141-p1">AN IDYLL OF CHRISTIAN LIFE</p>

<verse id="h141-p1.1">
<l id="h141-p1.2">Happy me! O happy sheep!</l>
<l id="h141-p1.3">Whom my G<small id="h141-p1.4">OD</small> vouchsafes to keep,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.5">Ev'n my G<small id="h141-p1.6">OD</small>, ev'n He it is</l>
<l id="h141-p1.7">That points me to these paths of bliss</l>
<l id="h141-p1.8">On Whose pastures cheerful Spring,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.9">All the year doth sit and sing,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.10">And rejoicing, smiles to see</l>
<l id="h141-p1.11">Their green backs wear His livery:</l>
<l id="h141-p1.12">Pleasure sings my soul to rest,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.13">Plenty wears me at her breast,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.14">Whose sweet temper teaches me</l>
<l id="h141-p1.15">Not wanton, nor in want to be.</l>
<l id="h141-p1.16">At my feet the blubbering mountain</l>
<l id="h141-p1.17">Weeping, melts into a fountain,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.18">Whose soft silver-sweating streams</l>
<l id="h141-p1.19">Make high-noon forget his beams:</l>
<l id="h141-p1.20">When my wayward breath is flying,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.21">He calls home my soul from dying,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.22">Strokes and tames my rabid grief,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.23">And does woo me into life:</l>
<l id="h141-p1.24">When my simple weakness strays,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.25">(Tangled in forbidden ways),</l>
<l id="h141-p1.26">He (my Shepherd) is my guide;</l>
<l id="h141-p1.27">He's before me, on my side;</l>
<l id="h141-p1.28">And behind me, He beguiles</l>
<l id="h141-p1.29">Craft in all her knotty wiles:</l>
<l id="h141-p1.30">He expounds the weary wonder</l>
<l id="h141-p1.31">Of my giddy steps, and under</l>
<l id="h141-p1.32">Spreads a path clear as the day,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.33">Where no churlish rub<note n="166" id="h141-p1.34"><i>rub</i>, obstruction</note> says nay</l>
<l id="h141-p1.35">To my joy-conducted feet,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.36">Whilst they gladly go to meet</l>
<l id="h141-p1.37">Grace and Peace, to learn new lays</l>
<l id="h141-p1.38">Tuned to my great Shepherd's praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h141-p1.39">
<l id="h141-p1.40">Come now, all ye terrors, sally,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.41">Muster forth into the valley,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.42">Where triumphant darkness hovers</l>
<l id="h141-p1.43">With a sable wing, that covers</l>
<pb n="113" id="h141-Page_113" />
<l id="h141-p1.44">Brooding horror. Come, thou Death,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.45">Let the damps of thy dull breath</l>
<l id="h141-p1.46">Over-shadow e'en that shade,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.47">And make Darkness' self afraid;</l>
<l id="h141-p1.48">There my feet, e'en there, shall find</l>
<l id="h141-p1.49">Way for a resolvéd mind.</l>
<l id="h141-p1.50">Still my Shepherd, still my G<small id="h141-p1.51">OD</small>,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.52">Thou art with me; still Thy rod,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.53">And Thy staff, whose influence</l>
<l id="h141-p1.54">Gives direction, gives defence.</l>
<l id="h141-p1.55">At the whisper of Thy word</l>
<l id="h141-p1.56">Crown'd abundance spreads my board:</l>
<l id="h141-p1.57">While I feast, my foes do feed</l>
<l id="h141-p1.58">Their rank malice, not their need,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.59">So that with the self-same bread</l>
<l id="h141-p1.60">They are starved, and I am fed.</l>
<l id="h141-p1.61">How my head in ointment swims!</l>
<l id="h141-p1.62">How my cup o'er-looks her brims!</l>
<l id="h141-p1.63">So, e'en so still may I move</l>
<l id="h141-p1.64">By the line of Thy dear love;</l>
<l id="h141-p1.65">Still may Thy sweet mercy spread</l>
<l id="h141-p1.66">A shady arm above my head,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.67">About my paths; so shall I find</l>
<l id="h141-p1.68">The fair centre of my mind,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.69">Thy temple, and those lovely walls</l>
<l id="h141-p1.70">Bright ever with a beam that falls</l>
<l id="h141-p1.71">Fresh from the pure glance of Thine eye,</l>
<l id="h141-p1.72">Lighting to Eternity.</l>
<l id="h141-p1.73">There I'll dwell for ever, there</l>
<l id="h141-p1.74">Will I find a purer air</l>
<l id="h141-p1.75">To feed my life with, there I'll sup</l>
<l id="h141-p1.76">Balm and nectar in my cup;</l>
<l id="h141-p1.77">And thence my ripe soul will I breathe</l>
<l id="h141-p1.78">Warm into the arms of Death.</l>
</verse>




</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What's this Morn's bright eye to me" progress="30.48%" prev="h141" next="h143" id="h142">
<hymn id="h142-p0.1">
<h3 id="h142-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p78.7" id="h142-p0.3">CXLII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h142-p1">MORNING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h142-p1.1">
<l id="h142-p1.2">What's this Morn's bright eye to me,</l>
<l id="h142-p1.3">If I see not Thine and Thee,</l>
<l id="h142-p1.4">Fairer J<small id="h142-p1.5">ESU</small>; in whose Face</l>
<l id="h142-p1.6">All my Heaven is spread!--Alas,</l>
<l id="h142-p1.7">Still I grovel in dead Night,</l>
<l id="h142-p1.8">Whilst I want Thy living Light;</l>
<pb n="114" id="h142-Page_114" />
<l id="h142-p1.9">Dreaming with wide open eyes</l>
<l id="h142-p1.10">Fond fantastic vanities.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h142-p1.11">
<l class="t" id="h142-p1.12">Shine, my only Day-Star, shine:</l>
<l id="h142-p1.13">So mine eyes shall wake by Thine;</l>
<l id="h142-p1.14">So the dreams I grope-in now</l>
<l id="h142-p1.15">To clear visions all shall grow;</l>
<l id="h142-p1.16">So my day shall measured be</l>
<l id="h142-p1.17">By Thy Grace's clarity<note n="167" id="h142-p1.18"><i>clarity</i>, clear light</note>;</l>
<l id="h142-p1.19">So shall I discern the Path</l>
<l id="h142-p1.20">Thy sweet Law prescribéd hath;</l>
<l id="h142-p1.21">For Thy ways cannot be shown</l>
<l id="h142-p1.22">By any light but by Thine own.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h142-p2">J. Beaumont</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Never yet could careless Sleep" progress="30.59%" prev="h142" next="h144" id="h143">
<hymn id="h143-p0.1">
<h3 id="h143-p0.2">CXLIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h143-p1">EVENING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h143-p1.1">
<l id="h143-p1.2">Never yet could careless Sleep</l>
<l id="h143-p1.3">On Love's watchful eyelid creep:</l>
<l id="h143-p1.4">Never yet could gloomy Night</l>
<l id="h143-p1.5">Damp His Eye's immortal light:</l>
<l id="h143-p1.6">Love is His own Day, and sees</l>
<l id="h143-p1.7">Whatsoe'er Himself doth please:</l>
<l id="h143-p1.8">Love His piercing look can dart</l>
<l id="h143-p1.9">Thro' the shades of my dark heart,</l>
<l id="h143-p1.10">And read plainer far than I</l>
<l id="h143-p1.11">All the spots which there do lie.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h143-p1.12">
<l class="t" id="h143-p1.13">Pardon then what thou dost see,</l>
<l id="h143-p1.14">Mighty Love, in wretched me:</l>
<l id="h143-p1.15">Let the sweet wrath of Thy ray</l>
<l id="h143-p1.16">Chide my sinful Night to Day;</l>
<l id="h143-p1.17">To the blesséd Day of Grace</l>
<l id="h143-p1.18">Whose dear East smiles in Thy Face.</l>
<l id="h143-p1.19">So no Powers of Darkness shall</l>
<l id="h143-p1.20">In this Night my soul appal;</l>
<l id="h143-p1.21">So shall I the sounder sleep,</l>
<l id="h143-p1.22">'Cause my heart awake I keep;</l>
<l id="h143-p1.23">Meekly waiting upon Thee,</l>
<l id="h143-p1.24">Whilst Thou deign'st to watch for Me.</l>
<pb n="115" id="h143-Page_115" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What is House and what is Home" progress="30.71%" prev="h143" next="h145" id="h144">
<hymn id="h144-p0.1">
<h3 id="h144-p0.2">CXLIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h144-p1">HOME</p>

<verse id="h144-p1.1">
<l id="h144-p1.2">What is House and what is Home,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.3">Where with freedom thou hast room,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.4">And may'st to all tyrants say,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.5">This you cannot take away?</l>
<l id="h144-p1.6">'Tis no thing with doors and walls,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.7">Which at every earthquake falls;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.8">No fair towers, whose princely fashion</l>
<l id="h144-p1.9">Is but Plunder's invitation;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.10">No stout marble structure, where</l>
<l id="h144-p1.11">Walls Eternity do dare;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.12">No brass gates, no bars of steel,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.13">Tho' Time's teeth they scorn to feel:</l>
<l id="h144-p1.14">Brass is not so bold as Pride,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.15">If on Power's wings it ride;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.16">Marble's not so hard as Spite</l>
<l id="h144-p1.17">Arm'd with lawless Strength and Might.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.18">Right and just Possession, be</l>
<l id="h144-p1.19">Potent names, when Laws stand free:</l>
<l id="h144-p1.20">But if once that rampart fall,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.21">Stoutest thieves inherit all:</l>
<l id="h144-p1.22">To be rich and weak's a sure</l>
<l id="h144-p1.23">And sufficient forfeiture.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h144-p1.24">
<l class="t" id="h144-p1.25">Seek no more abroad, say I,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.26">House and Home, but turn thine eye</l>
<l id="h144-p1.27">Inward, and observe thy breast;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.28">There alone dwells solid Rest.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.29">That's a close immuréd tower</l>
<l id="h144-p1.30">Which can mock all hostile power.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.31">To thyself a tenant be,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.32">And inhabit safe and free.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.33">Say not that this House is small,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.34">Girt up in a narrow wall:</l>
<l id="h144-p1.35">In a cleanly sober mind</l>
<l id="h144-p1.36">Heaven itself full room doth find.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.37">Th' Infinite C<small id="h144-p1.38">REATOR</small> can</l>
<l id="h144-p1.39">Dwell in it; and may not Man?</l>
<l id="h144-p1.40">Here content make thy abode</l>
<l id="h144-p1.41">With thyself and with thy G<small id="h144-p1.42">OD</small>.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.43">Here in this sweet privacy</l>
<l id="h144-p1.44">May'st thou with thyself agree,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.45">And keep House in peace, tho' all</l>
<l id="h144-p1.46">Th' Universe's fabric fall.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.47">No disaster can distress thee,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.48">Nor no Fury dispossess thee:</l>
<pb n="116" id="h144-Page_116" />
<l id="h144-p1.49">Let all war and plunder come,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.50">Still may'st thou dwell safe at Home.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h144-p1.51">
<l class="t" id="h144-p1.52">Home is everywhere to thee,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.53">Who can'st thine own dwelling be;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.54">Yea, tho' ruthless Death assail thee,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.55">Still thy lodging will not fail thee;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.56">Still thy Soul's thine own; and she</l>
<l id="h144-p1.57">To an House removed shall be;</l>
<l id="h144-p1.58">An eternal House above,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.59">Wall'd, and roof'd, and paved with Love.</l>
<l id="h144-p1.60">There shall these mud-walls of thine,</l>
<l id="h144-p1.61">Gallantly repair'd, out-shine</l>
<l id="h144-p1.62">Mortal Stars;--No Stars shall be</l>
<l id="h144-p1.63">In that Heaven but such as Thee.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fountain of Sweets! Eternal Dove" progress="31.04%" prev="h144" next="h146" id="h145">
<hymn id="h145-p0.1">
<h3 id="h145-p0.2">CXLV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h145-p1">WHIT SUNDAY</p>

<verse id="h145-p1.1">
<l id="h145-p1.2">Fountain of Sweets! Eternal Dove!</l>
<l id="h145-p1.3">Which leav'st Thy glorious perch above,</l>
<l id="h145-p1.4">And hovering down, vouchsafest thus</l>
<l id="h145-p1.5">To make Thy nest below with Us.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h145-p1.6">
<l id="h145-p1.7">Soft as Thy softest feathers, may</l>
<l id="h145-p1.8">We find Thy Love to us to-day;</l>
<l id="h145-p1.9">And in the shelter of Thy wing</l>
<l id="h145-p1.10">Obtain Thy leave and grace to sing.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lift up your heads, great Gates, and sing" progress="31.10%" prev="h145" next="h147" id="h146">
<hymn id="h146-p0.1">
<h3 id="h146-p0.2">CXLVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h146-p1">THE ASCENSION</p>

<verse id="h146-p1.1">
<l id="h146-p1.2">Lift up your heads, great Gates, and sing,</l>
<l id="h146-p1.3">Now Glory comes, and Glory's King;</l>
<l id="h146-p1.4">Now by your high all-golden way</l>
<l id="h146-p1.5">The fairer Heaven comes home to-day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h146-p1.6">
<l class="t" id="h146-p1.7">Hark! now the Gates are ope, and hear</l>
<l id="h146-p1.8">The tune of each triumphant sphere;</l>
<l id="h146-p1.9">Where every Angel as he sings</l>
<l id="h146-p1.10">Keeps time with his applauding wings,</l>
<l id="h146-p1.11">And makes Heaven's loftiest roof rebound</l>
<l id="h146-p1.12">The echoes of the noble sound.</l>
<pb n="117" id="h146-Page_117" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Where's now the object of thy fears" progress="31.17%" prev="h146" next="h148" id="h147">
<hymn id="h147-p0.1">
<h3 id="h147-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p80.4" id="h147-p0.3">CXLVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h147-p1">RESOLUTION:
<br /><small id="h147-p1.2">THE SONG OF HYLOBARIS CONCERNING
<br />DIVINE PROVIDENCE</small></p>

<verse id="h147-p1.4">
<l id="h147-p1.5">Where's now the object of thy fears;</l>
<l id="h147-p1.6">Needless sighs and fruitless tears?</l>
<l id="h147-p1.7">They be all gone like idle dream</l>
<l id="h147-p1.8">Suggested from the body's steam.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.9">O Cave of horror black as pitch!</l>
<l id="h147-p1.10">Dark den of Spectres that bewitch</l>
<l id="h147-p1.11">The weaken'd phansy, sore affright</l>
<l id="h147-p1.12">With the grim shades of grisly Night.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.13">What's Plague and Prison? Loss of friends?</l>
<l id="h147-p1.14">War, Dearth, and Death that all things ends?</l>
<l id="h147-p1.15">Mere bug-bears for the childish mind:</l>
<l id="h147-p1.16">Pure panic terrors of the blind.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h147-p1.17">
<l class="t" id="h147-p1.18">Collect thy soul into one sphere</l>
<l id="h147-p1.19">Of light, and 'bove the earth it rear:</l>
<l id="h147-p1.20">Those wild scatter'd thoughts that erst</l>
<l id="h147-p1.21">Lay loosely in the World disperst</l>
<l id="h147-p1.22">Call in: Thy spirit thus knit in one</l>
<l id="h147-p1.23">Fair lucid orb; those fears be gone</l>
<l id="h147-p1.24">Like vain impostures of the Night</l>
<l id="h147-p1.25">That fly before the Morning bright.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.26">Then with pure eyes thou shalt behold</l>
<l id="h147-p1.27">How the first Goodness doth infold</l>
<l id="h147-p1.28">All things in loving tender arms:</l>
<l id="h147-p1.29">That deeméd mischiefs are no harms,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.30">But sovereign salves, and skilful cures</l>
<l id="h147-p1.31">Of greater woes the world endures;</l>
<l id="h147-p1.32">That Man's stout soul may win a state</l>
<l id="h147-p1.33">Far raised above the reach of Fate.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h147-p1.34">
<l class="t" id="h147-p1.35">Then wilt thou say, G<small id="h147-p1.36">OD</small> rules the World,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.37">Though mountain over mountain hurl'd</l>
<l id="h147-p1.38">Be pitch'd amid the foaming main,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.39">Which busy winds to wrath constrain.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.40">His fall doth make the billows start</l>
<l id="h147-p1.41">And backward skip from every part,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.42">Quite sunk; then o'er his senseless side</l>
<l id="h147-p1.43">The waves in triumph proudly ride.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.44">Though inward tempests fiercely rock</l>
<l id="h147-p1.45">The tottering Earth, that with the shock</l>
<l id="h147-p1.46">High spires and heavy rocks fall down</l>
<l id="h147-p1.47">With their own weight drove into ground;</l>
<pb n="118" id="h147-Page_118" />
<l id="h147-p1.48">Though pitchy blasts from Hell up-borne</l>
<l id="h147-p1.49">Stop the outgoings of the Morn,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.50">And Nature play her fiery games</l>
<l id="h147-p1.51">In this forced Night, with fulgurant<note n="168" id="h147-p1.52"><i>fulgurant</i>, lightning</note> flames,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.53">Baring by fits for more affright</l>
<l id="h147-p1.54">The pale dead visages, ghastly sight</l>
<l id="h147-p1.55">Of men astonish'd at the stoure<note n="169" id="h147-p1.56"><i>stoure</i>, tumult</note></l>
<l id="h147-p1.57">Of Heaven's great rage, the rattling showers</l>
<l id="h147-p1.58">Of hail, the hoarse bellowing of thunder,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.59">Their own loud shrieks made mad with wonder:</l>
<l id="h147-p1.60">All this confusion cannot move</l>
<l id="h147-p1.61">The purgéd mind, freed from the love</l>
<l id="h147-p1.62">Of commerce with her body dear,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.63">Cell of sad thoughts, sole spring of fear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h147-p1.64">
<l class="t" id="h147-p1.65">Whate'er I feel or hear or see</l>
<l id="h147-p1.66">Threats but these parts that mortal be.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.67">Nought can the honest heart dismay</l>
<l id="h147-p1.68">Unless the love of living clay,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.69">And long acquaintance with the light</l>
<l id="h147-p1.70">Of this Out-world, and what to sight</l>
<l id="h147-p1.71">Those too officious beams discover</l>
<l id="h147-p1.72">Of forms that round about us hover.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h147-p1.73">
<l class="t" id="h147-p1.74">Power, Wisdom, Goodness sure did frame</l>
<l id="h147-p1.75">This Universe, and still guide the same.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.76">But thoughts from passions sprung, deceive</l>
<l id="h147-p1.77">Vain mortals. No man can contrive</l>
<l id="h147-p1.78">A better course than what's been run</l>
<l id="h147-p1.79">Since the first circuit of the Sun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h147-p1.80">
<l class="t" id="h147-p1.81">He that beholds all from on high</l>
<l id="h147-p1.82">Knows better what to do than I.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.83">I'm not mine own: should I repine</l>
<l id="h147-p1.84">If He dispose of what's not mine?</l>
<l id="h147-p1.85">Purge but thy soul of blind self-will,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.86">Thou straight shalt see G<small id="h147-p1.87">OD</small> doth no ill.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.88">The world He fills with the bright rays</l>
<l id="h147-p1.89">Of His free goodness. He displays</l>
<l id="h147-p1.90">Himself throughout. Like common air</l>
<l id="h147-p1.91">That spirit of life through all doth fare,</l>
<l id="h147-p1.92">Suck'd in by them as vital breath</l>
<l id="h147-p1.93">That willingly embrace not death.</l>
<l id="h147-p1.94">But those that with that living Law</l>
<l id="h147-p1.95">Be unacquainted, cares do gnaw;</l>
<l id="h147-p1.96">Mistrust of G<small id="h147-p1.97">OD</small>'s good providence</l>
<l id="h147-p1.98">Doth daily vex their wearied sense.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h147-p2">H. More</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sing aloud, His praise rehearse" progress="31.74%" prev="h147" next="h149" id="h148">
<pb n="119" id="h148-Page_119" />
<hymn id="h148-p0.1">
<h3 id="h148-p0.2">CXLVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h148-p1">THE PHILOSOPHER'S DEVOTION:
<br /><small id="h148-p1.2">THE SONG OF BATHYNOUS</small></p>

<verse id="h148-p1.3">
<l id="h148-p1.4">Sing aloud, His praise rehearse,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.5">Who hath made the Universe.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.6">He the boundless Heavens has spread,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.7">All the vital Orbs has kned<note n="170" id="h148-p1.8"><i>kned</i>, knit</note>;</l>
<l id="h148-p1.9">He that on Olympus high</l>
<l id="h148-p1.10">Tends His flocks<note n="171" id="h148-p1.11"><i>flocks</i>, the stars</note> with watchful eye,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.12">And this eye<note n="172" id="h148-p1.13"><i>eye</i>, sun</note> has multiplied</l>
<l id="h148-p1.14">Midst each flock for to reside:</l>
<l id="h148-p1.15">Thus as round about they stray,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.16">Toucheth each with out-stretch'd ray;</l>
<l id="h148-p1.17">Nimble they hold on their way,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.18">Shaping out their Night and Day.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.19">Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.20">Their inclinéd Axes bring.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.21">Never slack they; none respires,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.22">Dancing round their central fires.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h148-p1.23">
<l class="t" id="h148-p1.24">In due order as they move,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.25">Echoes sweet be gently drove</l>
<l id="h148-p1.26">Thorough Heaven's vast hollowness,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.27">Which unto all corners press:</l>
<l id="h148-p1.28">Music that the heart of Jove<note n="173" id="h148-p1.29"><i>Jove</i>, used for <i>Jehovah</i></note></l>
<l id="h148-p1.30">Moves to joy and sportful love;</l>
<l id="h148-p1.31">Fills the listening Sailors' ears</l>
<l id="h148-p1.32">Riding on the wandering spheres.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.33">Neither Speech nor Language is</l>
<l id="h148-p1.34">Where their voice is not transmiss.<note n="174" id="h148-p1.35"><i>transmiss</i>, sent through</note></l>
</verse>

<verse id="h148-p1.36">
<l class="t" id="h148-p1.37">G<small id="h148-p1.38">OD</small> is Good, is Wise, is Strong,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.39">Witness all the creature-throng,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.40">Is confess'd by every tongue.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.41">All things back from whence they sprung,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.42">As the thankful rivers pay</l>
<l id="h148-p1.43">What they borrow'd of the sea.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h148-p1.44">
<l class="t" id="h148-p1.45">Now myself I do resign;</l>
<l id="h148-p1.46">Take me whole, I all am thine.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.47">Save me, G<small id="h148-p1.48">OD</small>! from Self-desire,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.49">Death's pit, dark Hell's raging fire,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.50">Envy, Hatred, Vengeance, Ire:</l>
<l id="h148-p1.51">Let not Lust my soul bemire.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h148-p1.52">
<l class="t" id="h148-p1.53">Quit from these, Thy praise I'll sing,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.54">Loudly sweep the trembling string.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.55">Bear a part, O Wisdom's sons!</l>
<l id="h148-p1.56">Freed from vain Religïons.</l>
<pb n="120" id="h148-Page_120" />
<l id="h148-p1.57">Lo! from far I you salute,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.58">Sweetly warbling on my lute,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.59">Indie, Egypt, Araby,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.60">Asia, Greece, and Tartary,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.61">Carmel-tracts and Lebanon,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.62">With the Mountains of the Moon,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.63">From whence muddy Nile doth run;</l>
<l id="h148-p1.64">Or where ever else you won<note n="175" id="h148-p1.65"><i>won</i>, abide</note></l>
<l id="h148-p1.66">Breathing in one vital air,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.67">One we are, though distant far.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h148-p1.68">
<l class="t" id="h148-p1.69">Rise at once let's sacrifice,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.70">Odours sweet perfume the skies.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.71">See how heavenly lightning fires</l>
<l id="h148-p1.72">Hearts inflamed with high aspires!</l>
<l id="h148-p1.73">All the substance of our souls</l>
<l id="h148-p1.74">Up in clouds of incense rolls.</l>
<l id="h148-p1.75">Leave we nothing to ourselves,</l>
<l id="h148-p1.76">Save a voice, what need we else?</l>
<l id="h148-p1.77">Or an hand to wear and tire</l>
<l id="h148-p1.78">On the thankful lute or lyre.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h148-p1.79">
<l class="t" id="h148-p1.80">Sing aloud, His praise rehearse</l>
<l id="h148-p1.81">Who hath made the Universe.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How long, great God, how long must I" progress="32.13%" prev="h148" next="h150" id="h149">
<hymn id="h149-p0.1">
<h3 id="h149-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p85.2" id="h149-p0.3">CXLIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h149-p1">THE ASPIRATION</p>

<verse id="h149-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.2">How long, great G<small id="h149-p1.3">OD</small>, how long must I</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.4">Immured in this dark prison lie;</l>
<l id="h149-p1.5">Where at the grates and avenues of sense,</l>
<l id="h149-p1.6">My soul must watch to have intelligence;</l>
<l id="h149-p1.7">Where but faint gleams of Thee salute my sight,</l>
<l id="h149-p1.8">Like doubtful moonshine in a cloudy night:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.9">When shall I leave this magic sphere,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.10">And be all mind, all eye, all ear?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h149-p1.11">
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.12">How cold this clime! And yet my sense</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.13">Perceives e'en here Thy influence.</l>
<l id="h149-p1.14">E'en here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,</l>
<l id="h149-p1.15">And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.</l>
<l id="h149-p1.16">To lower good, and beauties less divine,</l>
<l id="h149-p1.17">Sometimes my erroneous needle does decline,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.18">But yet, so strong the sympathy,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.19">It turns, and points again to Thee.</l>
<pb n="121" id="h149-Page_121" />
</verse>

<verse id="h149-p1.20">
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.21">I long to see this excellence</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.22">Which at such distance strikes my sense.</l>
<l id="h149-p1.23">My impatient soul struggles to disengage</l>
<l id="h149-p1.24">Her wings from the confinement of her cage.</l>
<l id="h149-p1.25">Wouldst thou, great Love, this prisoner once set free,</l>
<l id="h149-p1.26">How would she hasten to be link'd to Thee!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.27">She'd for no angels' conduct stay,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h149-p1.28">But fly, and love-on, all the way.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h149-p2">J. Norris</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Through Contemplation's optics I have seen" progress="32.30%" prev="h149" next="h151" id="h150">
<hymn id="h150-p0.1">
<h3 id="h150-p0.2">CL</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h150-p1">SERAPHIC LOVE</p>

<verse id="h150-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.2">Through Contemplation's optics I have seen</l>
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.3">Him Who is 'fairer than the sons of men':</l>
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.4">The source of good, the light archetypal,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.5">Beauty in the original,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.6">'The fairest of ten thousand,' He,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.7">Proportion all and harmony;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.8">All mortal beauty's but a ray</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.9">Of His bright ever-shining day;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.10">A little, feeble, twinkling star,</l>
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.11">Which, now the Sun's in place, must disappear:--</l>
<l id="h150-p1.12">There is but One that's good, there is but One that's fair.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h150-p1.13">
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.14">To Thee, Thou only Fair, my soul aspires</l>
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.15">With holy breathings, languishing desires.</l>
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.16">To thee m' inamoured panting heart does move,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.17">By efforts of ecstatic love.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.18">How do Thy glorious streams of light</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.19">Refresh my intellectual sight!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.20">Tho' broken, and strain'd through a screen</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.21">Of envious flesh that stands between!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h150-p1.22">When shall m' imprison'd soul be free,</l>
<l class="t" id="h150-p1.23">That she Thy native uncorrected light may see,</l>
<l id="h150-p1.24">And gaze upon Thy beatific face to all eternity?</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks" progress="32.46%" prev="h150" next="h152" id="h151">
<hymn id="h151-p0.1">
<h3 id="h151-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p88.2" id="h151-p0.3">CLI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h151-p1">THE BELOVED</p>

<verse id="h151-p1.1">
<l id="h151-p1.2">E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.3">That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,</l>
<l id="h151-p1.4">And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.5">Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h151-p1.6">Where in a greater current they conjoin:</l>
<l id="h151-p1.7">So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.</l>
<pb n="122" id="h151-Page_122" />
</verse>

<verse id="h151-p1.8">
<l id="h151-p1.9">E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.10">E'en so we join'd: we both became entire;</l>
<l id="h151-p1.11">No need for either to renew a suit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.12">For I was flax and He was flames of fire:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h151-p1.13">Our firm-united souls did more than twine;</l>
<l id="h151-p1.14">So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h151-p1.15">
<l id="h151-p1.16">He is my Altar; I, His Holy Place;</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.17">I am His guest; and He my living food;</l>
<l id="h151-p1.18">I'm His by penitence; He mine by grace;</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.19">I'm His by purchase; He is mine, by blood;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h151-p1.20">He's my supporting elm; and I His vine;</l>
<l id="h151-p1.21">Thus I my Best-beloved's am; thus He is mine,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h151-p1.22">
<l id="h151-p1.23">If all those glittering Monarchs that command</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.24">The servile quarters of this earthly ball,</l>
<l id="h151-p1.25">Should tender, in exchange, their shares of land,</l>
<l class="t" id="h151-p1.26">I would not change my fortunes for them all:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h151-p1.27">Their wealth is but a counter to my coin;</l>
<l id="h151-p1.28">The world's but their's; but my Beloved 's mine.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h151-p2">F. Quarles</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="You holy Virgins, that so oft surround" progress="32.66%" prev="h151" next="h153" id="h152">
<hymn id="h152-p0.1">
<h3 id="h152-p0.2">CLII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h152-p1">QUIA AMORE LANGUEO</p>

<verse id="h152-p1.1">
<l id="h152-p1.2">You holy Virgins, that so oft surround</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.3">The city's sapphire walls; whose snowy feet</l>
<l id="h152-p1.4">Measure the pearly paths of sacred ground,</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.5">And trace the New Jerusalem's jasper street;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.6">Ah, you whose care-forsaken hearts are crown'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.7">With your best wishes; that enjoy the sweet</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.8">Of all your hopes; if e'er you chance to spy</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.9">My absent Love, O tell Him that I lie</l>
<l id="h152-p1.10">Deep-wounded with the flames that furnaced from His eye.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h152-p1.11">
<l id="h152-p1.12">I charge you, Virgins, as you hope to hear</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.13">The heavenly music of your Lover's voice;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.14">I charge you by the solemn faith ye bear</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.15">To plighted vows, and to that loyal choice</l>
<l id="h152-p1.16">Of your affections; or, if aught more dear</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.17">You hold; by Hymen; by your marriage-joys;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.18">I charge you tell Him, that a flaming dart,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.19">Shot from His eye, hath pierced my bleeding heart;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.20">And I am sick of love, and languish in my smart.</l>
<pb n="123" id="h152-Page_123" />
</verse>

<verse id="h152-p1.21">
<l id="h152-p1.22">Tell Him, O tell Him, how my panting breast</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.23">Is scorch'd with flames, and how my soul is pined;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.24">Tell Him, O tell Him, how I lie opprest</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.25">With the full torments of a troubled mind;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.26">O tell Him, tell Him, that He loves in jest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.27">But I in earnest; tell Him, He's unkind:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.28">But if a discontented frown appears</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.29">Upon His angry brow, accost His ears</l>
<l id="h152-p1.30">With soft and fewer words, and act the rest in tears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h152-p1.31">
<l id="h152-p1.32">O, tell Him, that His cruelties deprive</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.33">My soul of peace, while peace in vain she seeks;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.34">Tell Him those damask roses, that did strive</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.35">With white, both fade, upon my sallow cheeks;</l>
<l id="h152-p1.36">Tell Him, no token doth proclaim I live,</l>
<l class="t" id="h152-p1.37">But tears, and sighs, and sobs, and sudden shrieks;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.38">Thus if your piercing words should chance to bore</l>
<l class="t2" id="h152-p1.39">His harkening ear, and move a sigh, give o'er</l>
<l id="h152-p1.40">To speak; and tell Him,--Tell Him that I could no more.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Close now thine eyes, and rest secure" progress="32.95%" prev="h152" next="h154" id="h153">
<hymn id="h153-p0.1">
<h3 id="h153-p0.2">CLIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h153-p1">GOOD NIGHT</p>

<verse id="h153-p1.1">
<l class="t3" id="h153-p1.2">Close now thine eyes, and rest secure;</l>
<l id="h153-p1.3">Thy soul is safe enough; thy body sure;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h153-p1.4">He that loves thee, He that keeps</l>
<l id="h153-p1.5">And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.</l>
<l id="h153-p1.6">The smiling Conscience in a sleeping breast</l>
<l class="t3" id="h153-p1.7">Has only peace, has only rest:</l>
<l class="t3" id="h153-p1.8">The music and the mirth of kings</l>
<l id="h153-p1.9">Are all but very discords, when she sings:</l>
<l class="t3" id="h153-p1.10">Then close thine eyes and rest secure;</l>
<l id="h153-p1.11">No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My glass is half unspent; Forbear t'arrest" progress="33.03%" prev="h153" next="h155" id="h154">
<hymn id="h154-p0.1">
<h3 id="h154-p0.2">CLIV</h3>

<verse id="h154-p0.3">
<l id="h154-p0.4">My glass is half unspent; Forbear t'arrest</l>
<l id="h154-p0.5">My thriftless day too soon: my poor request</l>
<l id="h154-p0.6">Is that my glass may run but out the rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.7">
<l id="h154-p0.8">My time-devoured minutes will be done</l>
<l id="h154-p0.9">Without Thy help; see, see how swift they run;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.10">Cut not my thread, before my thread be spun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.11">
<l id="h154-p0.12">The gain's not great I purchase by this stay;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.13">'What loss sustain'st Thou by so small delay,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.14">To whom ten thousand years are but a day?</l>
<pb n="124" id="h154-Page_124" />
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.15">
<l id="h154-p0.16">My following eye can hardly make a shift</l>
<l id="h154-p0.17">To count my wingéd hours; they fly so swift,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.18">They scarce deserve the bounteous name of gift.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.19">
<l id="h154-p0.20">The secret wheels of hurrying Time do give</l>
<l id="h154-p0.21">So short a warning, and so fast they drive,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.22">That I am dead before I seem to live.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.23">
<l id="h154-p0.24">And what's a Life? a weary Pilgrimage,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.25">Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage</l>
<l id="h154-p0.26">With Childhood, Manhood, and decrepit Age.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.27">
<l id="h154-p0.28">And what's a Life? the flourishing array</l>
<l id="h154-p0.29">Of the proud Summer meadow, which today</l>
<l id="h154-p0.30">Wears her green plush, and is tomorrow hay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.31">
<l id="h154-p0.32">And what's a Life? a blast sustain'd with clothing,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.33">Maintain'd with food, retain'd with vile self-loathing:</l>
<l id="h154-p0.34">Then weary of itself, again'd to nothing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.35">
<l id="h154-p0.36">Read on this dial, how the shades devour</l>
<l id="h154-p0.37">My short-lived winter's day; hour eats up hour,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.38">Alas, the total's but from eight to four.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.39">
<l id="h154-p0.40">Behold these Lilies (which Thy hands have made</l>
<l id="h154-p0.41">Fair copies of my life, and open laid</l>
<l id="h154-p0.42">To view) how soon they droop, how soon they fade!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.43">
<l id="h154-p0.44">Shade not that dial, night will blind too soon;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.45">My nonaged day already points to noon;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.46">How simple is my suit! how small my boon!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.47">
<l id="h154-p0.48">Nor do I beg this slender inch, to while</l>
<l id="h154-p0.49">The time away, or falsely to beguile</l>
<l id="h154-p0.50">My thoughts with joy; here's nothing worth a smile:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.51">
<l id="h154-p0.52">No, no; 'tis not to please my wanton ears</l>
<l id="h154-p0.53">With frantic mirth, I beg but hours, not years;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.54">And what Thou giv'st me, I will give to tears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.55">
<l id="h154-p0.56">Draw not that soul which would be rather led;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.57">That Seed has yét not broke my Serpent's head:</l>
<l id="h154-p0.58">O shall I die before my sins are dead?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.59">
<l id="h154-p0.60">Behold these rags; am I a fitting guest</l>
<l id="h154-p0.61">To taste the dainties of Thy royal feast,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.62">With hands and face unwash'd, ungirt, unblest?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.63">
<l id="h154-p0.64">First, let the Jordan streams, (that find supplies</l>
<l id="h154-p0.65">From the deep fountain of my heart), arise,</l>
<l id="h154-p0.66">And cleanse my spots, and clear my leprous eyes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h154-p0.67">
<l id="h154-p0.68">I have a world of sins to be lamented;</l>
<l id="h154-p0.69">I have a sea of tears that must be vented:</l>
<l id="h154-p0.70">O spare till then!--and then I die contented.</l>
<pb n="125" id="h154-Page_125" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Behold the sun, that seem'd but now" progress="33.44%" prev="h154" next="h156" id="h155">
<hymn id="h155-p0.1">
<h3 id="h155-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p90.4" id="h155-p0.3">CLV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h155-p1">EVENING</p>

<verse id="h155-p1.1">
<l id="h155-p1.2">Behold the sun, that seem'd but now</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.3">Enthronéd overhead,</l>
<l id="h155-p1.4">Beginning to decline below</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.5">The globe whereon we tread;</l>
<l id="h155-p1.6">And he, whom yet we look upon</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.7">With comfort and delight,</l>
<l id="h155-p1.8">Will quite depart from hence anon,</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.9">And leave us to the night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h155-p1.10">
<l id="h155-p1.11">Thus Time, unheeded, steals away</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.12">The life which Nature gave;</l>
<l id="h155-p1.13">Thus are our bodies every day</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.14">Declining to the grave:</l>
<l id="h155-p1.15">Thus from us all our pleasures fly</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.16">Whereon we set our heart;</l>
<l id="h155-p1.17">And when the night of death draws nigh,</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.18">Thus will they all depart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h155-p1.19">
<l id="h155-p1.20">L<small id="h155-p1.21">ORD</small>! though the sun forsake our sight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.22">And mortal hopes are vain;</l>
<l id="h155-p1.23">Let still Thine everlasting light</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.24">Within our souls remain!</l>
<l id="h155-p1.25">And in the nights of our distress</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.26">Vouchsafe those rays divine,</l>
<l id="h155-p1.27">Which from the Sun of Righteousness</l>
<l class="t" id="h155-p1.28">For ever brightly shine!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h155-p2">G. Wither</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear" progress="33.57%" prev="h155" next="h157" id="h156">
<hymn id="h156-p0.1">
<h3 id="h156-p0.2">CLVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h156-p1">A LULLABY</p>

<verse id="h156-p1.1">
<l id="h156-p1.2">Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.3">What ails my darling thus to cry?</l>
<l id="h156-p1.4">Be still, my child, and lend thine ear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.5">To hear me sing thy lullaby:</l>
<l id="h156-p1.6">My pretty lamb, forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.7">Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.8">
<l id="h156-p1.9">Thou blesséd soul, what canst thou fear?</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.10">What thing to thee can mischief do?</l>
<l id="h156-p1.11">Thy G<small id="h156-p1.12">OD</small> is now thy Father dear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.13">His holy Spouse, thy Mother too.</l>
<l id="h156-p1.14">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.15">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
<pb n="126" id="h156-Page_126" />
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.16">
<l id="h156-p1.17">Sweet baby, sleep, and nothing fear;</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.18">For whosoever thee offends</l>
<l id="h156-p1.19">By thy Protector threaten'd are,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.20">And G<small id="h156-p1.21">OD</small> and Angels are thy friends.</l>
<l id="h156-p1.22">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.23">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.24">
<l id="h156-p1.25">When G<small id="h156-p1.26">OD</small> with us was dwelling here,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.27">In little babes He took delight;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.28">Such innocents as thou, my dear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.29">Are ever precious in His sight.</l>
<l id="h156-p1.30">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.31">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.32">
<l id="h156-p1.33">A little infant once was He;</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.34">And strength in weakness then was laid</l>
<l id="h156-p1.35">Upon His Virgin Mother's knee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.36">That power to thee might be convey'd.</l>
<l id="h156-p1.37">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.38">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.39">
<l id="h156-p1.40">The King of kings, when He was born,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.41">Had not so much for outward ease;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.42">By Him such dressings were not worn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.43">Nor such-like swaddling-clothes as these.</l>
<l id="h156-p1.44">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.45">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.46">
<l id="h156-p1.47">Within a manger lodged thy L<small id="h156-p1.48">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.49">Where oxen lay, and asses fed:</l>
<l id="h156-p1.50">Warm rooms we do to thee afford,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.51">An easy cradle or a bed.</l>
<l id="h156-p1.52">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.53">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h156-p1.54">
<l id="h156-p1.55">Thou hast, yet more, to perfect this,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.56">A promise and an earnest got</l>
<l id="h156-p1.57">Of gaining everlasting bliss,</l>
<l class="t" id="h156-p1.58">Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.59">Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;</l>
<l id="h156-p1.60">Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My soul doth pant towards Thee" progress="33.88%" prev="h156" next="h158" id="h157">
<hymn id="h157-p0.1">
<h3 id="h157-p0.2"><a href="#n157" id="h157-p0.3">CLVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h157-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h157-p0.5">My soul doth pant towards Thee,</l>
<l id="h157-p0.6">My G<small id="h157-p0.7">OD</small>, source of eternal life:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.8">Flesh fights with me;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.9">Oh end the strife,</l>
<l id="h157-p0.10">And part us, that in peace I may</l>
<l class="t6" id="h157-p0.11">Unclay</l>
<pb n="127" id="h157-Page_127" />
</verse>

<verse id="h157-p0.12">
<l class="t" id="h157-p0.13">My wearied spirit, and take</l>
<l id="h157-p0.14">My flight to Thy eternal spring,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.15">Where, for His sake</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.16">Who is my King,</l>
<l id="h157-p0.17">I may wash all my tears away,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h157-p0.18">That day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h157-p0.19">
<l class="t" id="h157-p0.20">Thou Conqueror of death,</l>
<l id="h157-p0.21">Glorious triumpher o'er the grave,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.22">Whose holy breath</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.23">Was spent to save</l>
<l id="h157-p0.24">Lost mankind, make me to be styled</l>
<l class="t6" id="h157-p0.25">Thy child,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h157-p0.26">
<l class="t" id="h157-p0.27">And take me when I die</l>
<l id="h157-p0.28">And go unto my dust; my soul</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.29">Above the sky</l>
<l class="t4" id="h157-p0.30">With saints enrol,</l>
<l id="h157-p0.31">That in Thy arms, for ever, I</l>
<l class="t6" id="h157-p0.32">May lie.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h157-p1">J. Taylor</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, come away" progress="33.98%" prev="h157" next="h159" id="h158">
<hymn id="h158-p0.1">
<h3 id="h158-p0.2">CLVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h158-p1">HYMN FOR ADVENT</p>

<verse id="h158-p1.1">
<l class="t4" id="h158-p1.2">L<small id="h158-p1.3">ORD</small>, come away;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h158-p1.4">Why dost Thou stay?</l>
<l id="h158-p1.5">Thy road is ready; and Thy paths, made straight,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h158-p1.6">With longing expectation wait</l>
<l id="h158-p1.7">The consecration of Thy beauteous feet.</l>
<l id="h158-p1.8">Ride on triumphantly: behold we lay</l>
<l id="h158-p1.9">Our lusts and proud wills in thy way.</l>
<l id="h158-p1.10">Hosannah! welcome to our hearts? L<small id="h158-p1.11">ORD</small>, here</l>
<l id="h158-p1.12">Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear</l>
<l id="h158-p1.13">As that of Sion; and as full of sin:</l>
<l id="h158-p1.14">Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein:</l>
<l id="h158-p1.15">Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor;</l>
<l id="h158-p1.16">Crucify them, that they may never more</l>
<l class="t3" id="h158-p1.17">Profane that holy place</l>
<l class="t" id="h158-p1.18">Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face.</l>
<l class="t" id="h158-p1.19">And then if our stiff tongues shall be</l>
<l class="t" id="h158-p1.20">Mute in the praises of Thy Deity,</l>
<l class="t" id="h158-p1.21">The stones out of the temple-wall</l>
<l class="t3" id="h158-p1.22">Shall cry aloud, and call</l>
<l id="h158-p1.23">Hosannah! and Thy glorious footsteps greet.</l>
<pb n="128" id="h158-Page_128" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, it belongs not to my care" progress="34.12%" prev="h158" next="h160" id="h159">
<hymn id="h159-p0.1">
<h3 id="h159-p0.2"><a href="#n159" id="h159-p0.3">CLIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h159-p0.4">
<l id="h159-p0.5">L<small id="h159-p0.6">ORD</small>, it belongs not to my care,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.7">Whether I die or live;</l>
<l id="h159-p0.8">To love and serve Thee is my share,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.9">And this Thy grace must give.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h159-p0.10">
<l id="h159-p0.11">If life be long I will be glad,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.12">That I may long obey;</l>
<l id="h159-p0.13">If short--yet why should I be sad</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.14">To soar to endless day?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h159-p0.15">
<l id="h159-p0.16">C<small id="h159-p0.17">HRIST</small> leads me through no darker rooms</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.18">Than He went through before;</l>
<l id="h159-p0.19">He that unto G<small id="h159-p0.20">OD</small>'s kingdom comes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.21">Must enter by this door.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h159-p0.22">
<l id="h159-p0.23">Come, L<small id="h159-p0.24">ORD</small>, when grace has made me meet</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.25">Thy blesséd face to see;</l>
<l id="h159-p0.26">For if Thy work on earth be sweet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.27">What will Thy glory be!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h159-p0.28">
<l id="h159-p0.29">Then I shall end my sad complaints,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.30">And weary, sinful days;</l>
<l id="h159-p0.31">And join with the triumphant saints,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.32">To sing J<small id="h159-p0.33">EHOVAH</small>'s praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h159-p0.34">
<l id="h159-p0.35">My knowledge of that life is small,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.36">The eye of faith is dim;</l>
<l id="h159-p0.37">But 'tis enough that C<small id="h159-p0.38">HRIST</small> knows all,</l>
<l class="t" id="h159-p0.39">And I shall be with Him.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h159-p1">R. Baxter</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I said sometimes with tears" progress="34.25%" prev="h159" next="h161" id="h160">
<hymn id="h160-p0.1">
<h3 id="h160-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p93.2" id="h160-p0.3">CLX</a></h3>

<verse id="h160-p0.4">
<l id="h160-p0.5">I said sometimes with tears,</l>
<l id="h160-p0.6">Ah me! I'm loth to die!</l>
<l id="h160-p0.7">L<small id="h160-p0.8">ORD</small>, silence Thou these fears:</l>
<l id="h160-p0.9">My life's with Thee on high.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h160-p0.10">Sweet truth to me!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h160-p0.11">I shall arise,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h160-p0.12">And with these eyes</l>
<l class="t2" id="h160-p0.13">My Saviour see.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h160-p0.14">
<l id="h160-p0.15">My life's a shade, my days</l>
<l id="h160-p0.16">Apace to death decline;</l>
<l id="h160-p0.17">My L<small id="h160-p0.18">ORD</small> is Life; He'll raise</l>
<l id="h160-p0.19">My dust again, ev'n mine.</l>
<pb n="129" id="h160-Page_129" />
</verse>

<verse id="h160-p0.20">
<l id="h160-p0.21">My peaceful grave shall keep</l>
<l id="h160-p0.22">My bones till, that sweet day,</l>
<l id="h160-p0.23">I wake from my long sleep</l>
<l id="h160-p0.24">And leave my bed of clay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h160-p0.25">
<l id="h160-p0.26">My L<small id="h160-p0.27">ORD</small> His angels shall</l>
<l id="h160-p0.28">Their golden trumpets sound;</l>
<l id="h160-p0.29">At whose most welcome call</l>
<l id="h160-p0.30">My grave shall be unbound.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h160-p0.31">Sweet truth to me!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h160-p0.32">I shall arise,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h160-p0.33">And with these eyes</l>
<l class="t2" id="h160-p0.34">My Saviour see.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h160-p1">S. Crossman</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet place, sweet place alone" progress="34.36%" prev="h160" next="h162" id="h161">
<hymn id="h161-p0.1">
<h3 id="h161-p0.2">CLXI</h3>

<verse id="h161-p0.3">
<l id="h161-p0.4">Sweet place, sweet place alone!</l>
<l id="h161-p0.5">The court of G<small id="h161-p0.6">OD</small> most High,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.7">The Heaven of Heavens, the Throne</l>
<l id="h161-p0.8">Of spotless majesty!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h161-p0.9">O happy place!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h161-p0.10">When shall I be,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h161-p0.11">My G<small id="h161-p0.12">OD</small>, with Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h161-p0.13">To see Thy face?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.14">
<l id="h161-p0.15">The stranger homeward bends,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.16">And sigheth for his rest:</l>
<l id="h161-p0.17">Heaven is my home, my friends</l>
<l id="h161-p0.18">Lodge there in Abraham's breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.19">
<l id="h161-p0.20">Earth's but a sorry tent</l>
<l id="h161-p0.21">Pitch'd for a few frail days,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.22">A short-leased tenement;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.23">Heaven's still my song, my praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.24">
<l id="h161-p0.25">No tears from any eyes</l>
<l id="h161-p0.26">Drop in that holy quire;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.27">But Death itself there dies,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.28">And sighs themselves expire.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.29">
<l id="h161-p0.30">There should temptations cease,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.31">My frailties there should end;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.32">There should I rest in peace</l>
<l id="h161-p0.33">In the arms of my best Friend.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.34">
<l id="h161-p0.35">Jerusalem on high</l>
<l id="h161-p0.36">My song and City is,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.37">My home whene'er I die,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.38">The centre of my bliss.</l>
<pb n="130" id="h161-Page_130" />
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.39">
<l id="h161-p0.40">Thy walls, sweet City, thine,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.41">With pearls are garnishéd;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.42">Thy gates with praises shine,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.43">Thy streets with gold are spread;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.44">
<l id="h161-p0.45">No sun by day shines there,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.46">Nor moon by silent night;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.47">Oh no! these needless are;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.48">The Lamb's the city's Light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.49">
<l id="h161-p0.50">There dwells my L<small id="h161-p0.51">ORD</small>, my King,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.52">Judged here unfit to live;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.53">There Angels to Him sing,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.54">And lowly homage give.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.55">
<l id="h161-p0.56">The Patriarchs of old</l>
<l id="h161-p0.57">There from their travels cease;</l>
<l id="h161-p0.58">The Prophets there behold</l>
<l id="h161-p0.59">Their long'd-for Prince of Peace:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.60">
<l id="h161-p0.61">The Lamb's Apostles there</l>
<l id="h161-p0.62">I might with joy behold,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.63">The Harpers I might hear</l>
<l id="h161-p0.64">Harping on harps of gold:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.65">
<l id="h161-p0.66">The bleeding Martyrs, they</l>
<l id="h161-p0.67">Within those courts are found,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.68">Clothéd in pure array,</l>
<l id="h161-p0.69">Their scars with glory crown'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h161-p0.70">
<l id="h161-p0.71">Ah me! Ah me! that I</l>
<l id="h161-p0.72">In Kedar's tents here stay!</l>
<l id="h161-p0.73">No place like this on high!</l>
<l id="h161-p0.74">Thither, L<small id="h161-p0.75">ORD</small>! guide my way!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h161-p0.76">O happy place!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h161-p0.77">When shall I be,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h161-p0.78">My G<small id="h161-p0.79">OD</small>, with Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h161-p0.80">To see Thy face?</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Blest be Thy love, dear Lord" progress="34.65%" prev="h161" next="h163" id="h162">
<hymn id="h162-p0.1">
<h3 id="h162-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p94.2" id="h162-p0.3">CLXII</a></h3>

<verse id="h162-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.5">Blest be Thy love, dear L<small id="h162-p0.6">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.7">That taught us this sweet way,</l>
<l id="h162-p0.8">Only to love Thee for Thyself,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.9">And for that love obey.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h162-p0.10">
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.11">O Thou, our souls' chief hope!</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.12">We to Thy mercy fly;</l>
<l id="h162-p0.13">Where'er we are, Thou canst protect,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.14">Whate'er we need, supply.</l>
<pb n="131" id="h162-Page_131" />
</verse>

<verse id="h162-p0.15">
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.16">Whether we sleep or wake,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.17">To Thee we both resign;</l>
<l id="h162-p0.18">By night we see, as well as day,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.19">If Thy light on us shine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h162-p0.20">
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.21">Whether we live or die,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.22">Both we submit to Thee;</l>
<l id="h162-p0.23">In death we live, as well as life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h162-p0.24">If Thine in death we be.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h162-p1">J. Austin</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee" progress="34.74%" prev="h162" next="h164" id="h163">
<hymn id="h163-p0.1">
<h3 id="h163-p0.2">CLXIII</h3>

<verse id="h163-p0.3">
<l id="h163-p0.4">Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.5">Thy peace, sweet L<small id="h163-p0.6">ORD</small>, to find;</l>
<l id="h163-p0.7">But when I offer, still the world</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.8">Lays clogs upon my mind.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.9">
<l id="h163-p0.10">Sometimes I climb a little way</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.11">And thence look down below;</l>
<l id="h163-p0.12">How nothing, there, do all things seem,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.13">That here make such a show!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.14">
<l id="h163-p0.15">Then round about I turn my eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.16">To feast my hungry sight;</l>
<l id="h163-p0.17">I meet with Heaven in every thing,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.18">In every thing delight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.19">
<l id="h163-p0.20">When I have thus triumph'd awhile,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.21">And think to build my nest,</l>
<l id="h163-p0.22">Some cross conceits come fluttering by,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.23">And interrupt my rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.24">
<l id="h163-p0.25">Then to the earth again I fall,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.26">And from my low dust cry,</l>
<l id="h163-p0.27">'Twas not in my wing, L<small id="h163-p0.28">ORD</small>, but Thine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.29">That I got up so high.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.30">
<l id="h163-p0.31">And now, my G<small id="h163-p0.32">OD</small>, whether I rise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.33">Or still lie down in dust,</l>
<l id="h163-p0.34">Both I submit to Thy blest will;</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.35">In both, on Thee I trust.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.36">
<l id="h163-p0.37">Guide Thou my way, who art Thyself</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.38">My everlasting End,</l>
<l id="h163-p0.39">That every step, or swift, or slow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.40">Still to Thyself may tend!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h163-p0.41">
<l id="h163-p0.42">To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.43">One consubstantial Three,</l>
<l id="h163-p0.44">All highest praise, all humblest thanks,</l>
<l class="t" id="h163-p0.45">Now and for ever be!</l>
<pb n="132" id="h163-Page_132" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hark, my soul, how every thing" progress="34.92%" prev="h163" next="h165" id="h164">
<hymn id="h164-p0.1">
<h3 id="h164-p0.2">CLXIV</h3>

<verse id="h164-p0.3">
<l id="h164-p0.4">Hark, my soul, how every thing</l>
<l id="h164-p0.5">Strives to serve our bounteous King;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.6">Each a double tribute pays;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.7">Sings its part, and then obeys.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.8">
<l id="h164-p0.9">Nature's sweet and chiefest quire</l>
<l id="h164-p0.10">Him with cheerful notes admire;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.11">Chanting every day their lauds<note n="176" id="h164-p0.12"><i>lauds</i> here has reference to the Office, for which this hymn was written</note>,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.13">While the grove their song applauds.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.14">
<l id="h164-p0.15">Though their voices lower be,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.16">Streams have too their melody;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.17">Night and day they warbling run,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.18">Never pause, but still sing on.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.19">
<l id="h164-p0.20">All the flowers that gild the spring</l>
<l id="h164-p0.21">Hither their still music bring;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.22">If Heaven bless them, thankful they</l>
<l id="h164-p0.23">Smell more sweet, and look more gay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.24">
<l id="h164-p0.25">Only we can scarce afford</l>
<l id="h164-p0.26">This short office to our L<small id="h164-p0.27">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.28">We,--on whom His bounty flows,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.29">All things gives, and nothing owes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.30">
<l id="h164-p0.31">Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.32">Wake, and gladly sing thy part:</l>
<l id="h164-p0.33">Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.34">How to use thy noble powers.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.35">
<l id="h164-p0.36">Call whole Nature to thy aid,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.37">Since 'twas He whole Nature made;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.38">Join in one eternal song,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.39">Who to one G<small id="h164-p0.40">OD</small> all belong.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h164-p0.41">
<l id="h164-p0.42">Live for ever, glorious L<small id="h164-p0.43">ORD</small>,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.44">Live, by all Thy works adored;</l>
<l id="h164-p0.45">One in Three, and Three in One,</l>
<l id="h164-p0.46">Thrice we bow to Thee alone.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Wake, all my hopes, lift up your eyes" progress="35.12%" prev="h164" next="h166" id="h165">
<hymn id="h165-p0.1">
<h3 id="h165-p0.2">CLXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h165-p1">ALL SAINTS' DAY</p>

<verse id="h165-p1.1">
<l id="h165-p1.2">Wake, all my hopes, lift up your eyes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.3">And crown your heads with mirth;</l>
<l id="h165-p1.4">See how they shine beyond the skies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.5">Who once dwelt on our earth!</l>
<pb n="133" id="h165-Page_133" />
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.6">
<l id="h165-p1.7">Peace, busy thoughts, away, vain cares,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.8">That clog us here below;</l>
<l id="h165-p1.9">Let us go up above the spheres,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.10">And to each Order bow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.11">
<l id="h165-p1.12">Hail, glorious Angels, Heirs of Light,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.13">The high-born sons of Fire!</l>
<l id="h165-p1.14">Whose hearts burn chaste, whose flames shine bright;</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.15">All joy, yet all desire.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.16">
<l id="h165-p1.17">Hail, holy Saints, who long in hope,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.18">Long in the shadow sate,</l>
<l id="h165-p1.19">Till our victorious L<small id="h165-p1.20">ORD</small> set ope</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.21">Heaven's everlasting Gate.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.22">
<l id="h165-p1.23">Hail, great Apostles of the Lamb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.24">Who brought that early ray</l>
<l id="h165-p1.25">Which from our Sun reflected came,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.26">And made our first fair day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.27">
<l id="h165-p1.28">Hail, generous Martyrs, whose strong hearts</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.29">Bravely rejoiced to prove,</l>
<l id="h165-p1.30">How weak, pale Death, are all thy darts,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.31">Compared to those of Love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.32">
<l id="h165-p1.33">Hail, blesséd Confessors, who died</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.34">A death too, Love did give;</l>
<l id="h165-p1.35">Whilst your own flesh ye crucified,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.36">To make your Spirit live.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.37">
<l id="h165-p1.38">Hail, beauteous Virgins, whose chaste vows</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.39">Renounced all fond desires:</l>
<l id="h165-p1.40">Who wisely chose your L<small id="h165-p1.41">ORD</small> for Spouse,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.42">And burn'd with His pure fires.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.43">
<l id="h165-p1.44">Hail, all ye happy Spirits above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.45">Who make that glorious ring</l>
<l id="h165-p1.46">About the sparkling Throne of Love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.47">And there for ever sing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.48">
<l id="h165-p1.49">Hail, and among your crowns of praise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.50">Present this little wreath,</l>
<l id="h165-p1.51">Which, while your lofty notes you raise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.52">We humbly sing beneath.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h165-p1.53">
<l id="h165-p1.54">All glory to the sacred Three,</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.55">One ever-living L<small id="h165-p1.56">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h165-p1.57">As at the first, still may He be</l>
<l class="t" id="h165-p1.58">Beloved, obey'd, adored,</l>
<pb n="134" id="h165-Page_134" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee" progress="35.39%" prev="h165" next="h167" id="h166">
<hymn id="h166-p0.1">
<h3 id="h166-p0.2">CLXVI</h3>

<verse id="h166-p0.3">
<l id="h166-p0.4">Behold we come, dear L<small id="h166-p0.5">ORD</small>, to Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.6">And bow before Thy throne;</l>
<l id="h166-p0.7">We come to offer on our knee</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.8">Our vows to Thee alone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h166-p0.9">
<l id="h166-p0.10">Whate'er we have, whate'er we are,</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.11">Thy bounty freely gave;</l>
<l id="h166-p0.12">Thou dost us here in mercy spare,</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.13">And wilt hereafter save.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h166-p0.14">
<l id="h166-p0.15">Come then, my soul, bring all thy powers,</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.16">And grieve thou hast no more,</l>
<l id="h166-p0.17">Bring every day thy choicest hours,</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.18">And thy great G<small id="h166-p0.19">OD</small> adore.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h166-p0.20">
<l id="h166-p0.21">But, above all, prepare thine heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.22">On this, His own blest day,</l>
<l id="h166-p0.23">In its sweet task to bear thy part,</l>
<l class="t" id="h166-p0.24">And sing, and love, and pray.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My Lord, my Love, was crucified" progress="35.48%" prev="h166" next="h168" id="h167">
<hymn id="h167-p0.1">
<h3 id="h167-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p95.2" id="h167-p0.3">CLXVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h167-p0.4">
<l id="h167-p0.5">My L<small id="h167-p0.6">ORD</small>, my Love, was crucified;</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.7">He all the pains did bear;</l>
<l id="h167-p0.8">But in the sweetness of His rest</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.9">He makes His servants share.</l>
<l id="h167-p0.10">How sweetly rest Thy saints above</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.11">Which in Thy bosom lie!</l>
<l id="h167-p0.12">The Church below doth rest in hope</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.13">Of that felicity.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h167-p0.14">
<l id="h167-p0.15">Thou, L<small id="h167-p0.16">ORD</small>, who daily feed'st Thy sheep,</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.17">Mak'st them a weekly feast;</l>
<l id="h167-p0.18">Thy flocks meet in their several folds</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.19">Upon this day of rest:--</l>
<l id="h167-p0.20">Welcome and dear unto my soul</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.21">Are these sweet feasts of love:</l>
<l id="h167-p0.22">But what a sabbath shall I keep</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.23">When I shall rest above!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h167-p0.24">
<l id="h167-p0.25">I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.26">Which binds us to be free;</l>
<l id="h167-p0.27">Which makes us leave our earthly snares,</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.28">That we may come to Thee!</l>
<pb n="135" id="h167-Page_135" />
<l id="h167-p0.29">I come, I wait, I hear, I pray!</l>
<l class="t" id="h167-p0.30">Thy footsteps, L<small id="h167-p0.31">ORD</small>, I trace!</l>
<l id="h167-p0.32">I sing to think this is the way</l>
<l class="t2" id="h167-p0.33">Unto my Saviour's face!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h167-p1">J. Mason</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="There is a Stream, which issues forth" progress="35.61%" prev="h167" next="h169" id="h168">
<hymn id="h168-p0.1">
<h3 id="h168-p0.2">CLXVIII</h3>

<verse id="h168-p0.3">
<l id="h168-p0.4">There is a Stream, which issues forth</l>
<l class="t" id="h168-p0.5">From G<small id="h168-p0.6">OD</small>'s eternal Throne,</l>
<l id="h168-p0.7">And from the Lamb,--a living stream</l>
<l class="t" id="h168-p0.8">Clear as the crystal stone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h168-p0.9">
<l id="h168-p0.10">The stream doth water Paradise;</l>
<l class="t" id="h168-p0.11">It makes the Angels sing;</l>
<l id="h168-p0.12">One cordial drop revives my heart;</l>
<l class="t" id="h168-p0.13">Hence all my joys do spring.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h168-p0.14">
<l id="h168-p0.15">Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,</l>
<l class="t" id="h168-p0.16">From fancy 'tis conceal'd,</l>
<l id="h168-p0.17">What Thou, L<small id="h168-p0.18">ORD</small>, hast laid up for Thine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h168-p0.19">And hast to me reveal'd.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How shall I sing that Majesty" progress="35.69%" prev="h168" next="h170" id="h169">
<hymn id="h169-p0.1">
<h3 id="h169-p0.2">CLXIX</h3>

<verse id="h169-p0.3">
<l id="h169-p0.4">How shall I sing that Majesty</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.5">Which Angels do admire?</l>
<l id="h169-p0.6">Let dust in dust and silence lie;</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.7">Sing, sing, ye heavenly quire!</l>
<l id="h169-p0.8">Thousands of thousands stand around</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.9">Thy throne, O G<small id="h169-p0.10">OD</small> most high;</l>
<l id="h169-p0.11">Ten thousand times ten thousand sound</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.12">Thy praise; but who am I?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h169-p0.13">
<l id="h169-p0.14">Thy brightness unto them appears,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.15">Whilst I Thy footsteps trace;</l>
<l id="h169-p0.16">A sound of G<small id="h169-p0.17">OD</small> comes to my ears;</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.18">But they behold Thy face.</l>
<l id="h169-p0.19">They sing because Thou art their sun:</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.20">L<small id="h169-p0.21">ORD</small>, send a beam on me;</l>
<l id="h169-p0.22">For where heaven is but once begun,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.23">There hallelujahs be.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h169-p0.24">
<l id="h169-p0.25">How great a being, L<small id="h169-p0.26">ORD</small>, is thine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.27">Which doth all beings keep!</l>
<l id="h169-p0.28">Thy knowledge is the only line</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.29">To sound so vast a deep.</l>
<pb n="139" id="h169-Page_139" />
<l id="h169-p0.30">Thou art a sea without a shore,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.31">A sun without a sphere;</l>
<l id="h169-p0.32">Thy time is now and evermore,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.33">Thy place is everywhere.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h169-p0.34">
<l id="h169-p0.35">Who would not fear Thy searching eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.36">Witness to all that's true!</l>
<l id="h169-p0.37">Dark Hell, and deep hypocrisy,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.38">Lie plain before Its view.</l>
<l id="h169-p0.39">Motions and thoughts before they grow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.40">Thy knowledge doth espy;</l>
<l id="h169-p0.41">What unborn ages are to do,</l>
<l class="t" id="h169-p0.42">Is done before Thine eye.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Alas, my God, that we should be" progress="35.86%" prev="h169" next="h171" id="h170">
<hymn id="h170-p0.1">
<h3 id="h170-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p97.2" id="h170-p0.3">CLXX</a></h3>

<verse id="h170-p0.4">
<l id="h170-p0.5">Alas, my G<small id="h170-p0.6">OD</small>, that we should be</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.7">Such strangers to each other!</l>
<l id="h170-p0.8">O that as friends we might agree,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.9">And walk and talk together!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h170-p0.10">
<l id="h170-p0.11">May I taste that communion, L<small id="h170-p0.12">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.13">Thy people have with Thee?</l>
<l id="h170-p0.14">Thy Spirit daily talks with them,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.15">O let It talk with me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h170-p0.16">
<l id="h170-p0.17">Like Enoch, let me walk with G<small id="h170-p0.18">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.19">And thus walk out my day,</l>
<l id="h170-p0.20">Attended with the heavenly Guards,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.21">Upon the King's highway.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h170-p0.22">
<l id="h170-p0.23">When wilt Thou come unto me, L<small id="h170-p0.24">ORD</small>?</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.25">O come, my L<small id="h170-p0.26">ORD</small> most dear!</l>
<l id="h170-p0.27">Come near, come nearer, nearer still:</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.28">I'm well when Thou art near.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h170-p0.29">
<l id="h170-p0.30">There's no such thing as pleasure here;</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.31">My J<small id="h170-p0.32">ESUS</small> is my all:</l>
<l id="h170-p0.33">As Thou dost shine or disappear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.34">My pleasures rise and fall.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h170-p0.35">
<l id="h170-p0.36">When wilt Thou come unto me, L<small id="h170-p0.37">ORD</small>?</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.38">For, till Thou dost appear,</l>
<l id="h170-p0.39">I count each moment for a day,</l>
<l class="t" id="h170-p0.40">Each minute for a year.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h170-p1">T. Shepherd</p>
<pb n="137" id="h170-Page_137" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="These sweeter far than lilies are" progress="36.00%" prev="h170" next="h172" id="h171">
<hymn id="h171-p0.1">
<h3 id="h171-p0.2">CLXXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h171-p1">THE WAYS OF WISDOM</p>

<verse id="h171-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.2">These sweeter far than lilies are,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.3">No roses may with these compare:</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.4">How these excel,</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.5">No tongue can tell</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.6">Which he that well and truly knows</l>
<l class="t4" id="h171-p1.7">With praise and joy he goes!</l>
<l id="h171-p1.8">How great and happy's he that knows his ways</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.9">To be divine and heavenly joys:--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.10">To whom each city is more brave</l>
<l id="h171-p1.11">Than walls of pearl, and streets which gold doth pave:--</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.12">Whose open eyes</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.13">Behold the skies;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.14">Who loves their wealth and beauty more</l>
<l class="t4" id="h171-p1.15">Than kings love golden ore!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h171-p1.16">
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.17">Who sees the heavenly ancient ways</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.18">Of G<small id="h171-p1.19">OD</small> the L<small id="h171-p1.20">ORD</small>, with joy and praise</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.21">More than the skies:--</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.22">With open eyes</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.23">Doth prize them all; yea, more than gems,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h171-p1.24">And regal diadems:</l>
<l id="h171-p1.25">That more esteemeth mountains, as they are,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.26">Than if they gold and silver were:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.27">To whom the sun more pleasure brings,</l>
<l id="h171-p1.28">Than crowns, and thrones, and palaces to kings;--</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.29">That knows his ways</l>
<l class="t6" id="h171-p1.30">To be the joys</l>
<l class="t2" id="h171-p1.31">And way of G<small id="h171-p1.32">OD</small>. These things who knows</l>
<l class="t4" id="h171-p1.33">With joy and praise he goes!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h171-p2">Anon.</p>


<h3 id="h171-p2.1"><i>End of Book First</i></h3>
<pb n="138" id="h171-Page_138" />
<h2 id="h171-p2.2"><i><a href="#notes-p98.2" id="h171-p2.3">Book Second</a></i></h2>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The Holy Book, like the Eighth Sphere does shine" progress="36.17%" prev="h171" next="h173" id="h172">
<hymn id="h172-p0.1">
<h3 id="h172-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p100.2" id="h172-p0.3">CLXXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h172-p1">REASON</p>

<verse id="h172-p1.1">
<l id="h172-p1.2">The Holy Book, like the Eighth Sphere<note n="177" id="h172-p1.3"><i>Eighth Sphere</i>, that of the fixed stars in old astronomy</note>, does shine</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.4">With thousand lights of truth divine:</l>
<l id="h172-p1.5">So numberless the stars, that to the eye</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.6">It makes but all one galaxy:--</l>
<l id="h172-p1.7">Yet Reason must assist too, for in seas</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.8">So vast and dangerous as these,</l>
<l id="h172-p1.9">Our course by stars above we cannot know,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.10">Without the compass too below.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h172-p1.11">
<l id="h172-p1.12">Though Reason cannot through Faith's mysteries see,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.13">It sees that there and such they be;</l>
<l id="h172-p1.14">Leads to Heaven's-door, and there does humbly keep,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.15">And there through chinks and key-holes peep.</l>
<l id="h172-p1.16">Though it, like Moses, by a sad command</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.17">Must not come into th' Holy Land,</l>
<l id="h172-p1.18">Yet thither it infallibly does guide,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h172-p1.19">And from afar 'tis all descried.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h172-p2">A. Cowley</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Creator Spirit, by whose aid" progress="36.30%" prev="h172" next="h174" id="h173">
<hymn id="h173-p0.1">
<h3 id="h173-p0.2">CLXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h173-p1">VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS</p>

<verse id="h173-p1.1">
<l id="h173-p1.2">Creator Spirit, by whose aid</l>
<l id="h173-p1.3">The world's foundations first were laid,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.4">Come, visit every pious mind;</l>
<l id="h173-p1.5">Come, pour Thy joys on human kind;</l>
<l id="h173-p1.6">From sin and sorrow set us free,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.7">And make Thy temples worthy Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h173-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h173-p1.9">O source of uncreated light,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.10">The Father's promised Paraclete!</l>
<l id="h173-p1.11">Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.12">Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;</l>
<l id="h173-p1.13">Come, and Thy sacred unction bring</l>
<l id="h173-p1.14">To sanctify us, while we sing.</l>
<pb n="139" id="h173-Page_139" />
</verse>

<verse id="h173-p1.15">
<l class="t" id="h173-p1.16">Plenteous of grace, descend from high,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.17">Rich in Thy sevenfold energy!</l>
<l id="h173-p1.18">Thou strength of His Almighty hand,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.19">Whose power does heaven and earth command;</l>
<l id="h173-p1.20">Proceeding Spirit, our defence,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.21">Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.22">And crown'st Thy gift with eloquence.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h173-p1.23">
<l class="t" id="h173-p1.24">Chase from our minds the infernal foe,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.25">And Peace, the fruit of Love, bestow;</l>
<l id="h173-p1.26">And lest our feet should step astray,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.27">Protect and guide us in the way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h173-p1.28">
<l class="t" id="h173-p1.29">Make us eternal truths receive,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.30">And practise all that we believe:</l>
<l id="h173-p1.31">Give us Thyself, that we may see</l>
<l id="h173-p1.32">The Father and the Son by Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h173-p1.33">
<l class="t" id="h173-p1.34">Immortal honour, endless fame,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.35">Attend the Almighty Father's name:</l>
<l id="h173-p1.36">The Saviour Son be glorified,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.37">Who for lost man's redemption died;</l>
<l id="h173-p1.38">And equal adoration be,</l>
<l id="h173-p1.39">Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h173-p2">J. Dryden</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How are Thy servants blest, O Lord" progress="36.51%" prev="h173" next="h175" id="h174">
<hymn id="h174-p0.1">
<h3 id="h174-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p101.2" id="h174-p0.3">CLXXIV</a></h3>

<verse id="h174-p0.4">
<l id="h174-p0.5">How are Thy servants blest, O L<small id="h174-p0.6">ORD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.7">How sure is their defence!</l>
<l id="h174-p0.8">Eternal wisdom is their guide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.9">Their help Omnipotence.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.10">
<l id="h174-p0.11">In foreign realms, and lands remote,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.12">Supported by Thy care,</l>
<l id="h174-p0.13">Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.14">And breathed in tainted air.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.15">
<l id="h174-p0.16">Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.17">Made every region please;</l>
<l id="h174-p0.18">The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.19">And smoothed the <a id="h174-p0.20">Tyrrhene seas</a><note n="178" id="h174-p0.21">See <a href="#notes-p101.2" id="h174-p0.22">Note</a></note>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.23">
<l id="h174-p0.24">Think, O my soul, devoutly think,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.25">How, with affrighted eyes,</l>
<l id="h174-p0.26">Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.27">In all its horrors rise!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.28">
<l id="h174-p0.29">Confusion dwelt in every face,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.30">And fear in every heart;</l>
<l id="h174-p0.31">When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.32">O'ercame the pilot's art.</l>
<pb n="140" id="h174-Page_140" />
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.33">
<l id="h174-p0.34">Yet then from all my griefs, O L<small id="h174-p0.35">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.36">Thy mercy set me free;</l>
<l id="h174-p0.37">Whilst, in the confidence of prayer,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.38">My soul took hold on Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.39">
<l id="h174-p0.40">For though in dreadful whirls we hung</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.41">High on the broken wave,</l>
<l id="h174-p0.42">I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.43">Nor impotent to save.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.44">
<l id="h174-p0.45">The storm was laid, the winds retired,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.46">Obedient to Thy will;</l>
<l id="h174-p0.47">The sea that roar'd at Thy command,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.48">At Thy command was still.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.49">
<l id="h174-p0.50">In midst of dangers, fears, and death,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.51">Thy goodness I'll adore;</l>
<l id="h174-p0.52">And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.53">And humbly hope for more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h174-p0.54">
<l id="h174-p0.55">My life, if Thou preserv'st my life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.56">Thy sacrifice shall be;</l>
<l id="h174-p0.57">And death, if death must be my doom,</l>
<l class="t" id="h174-p0.58">Shall join my soul to Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h174-p1">J. Addison</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When all Thy mercies, O my God" progress="36.74%" prev="h174" next="h176" id="h175">
<hymn id="h175-p0.1">
<h3 id="h175-p0.2">CLXXV</h3>

<verse id="h175-p0.3">
<l id="h175-p0.4">When all Thy mercies, O my G<small id="h175-p0.5">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.6">My rising soul surveys;</l>
<l id="h175-p0.7">Transported with the view, I'm lost</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.8">In wonder, love, and praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.9">
<l id="h175-p0.10">O how shall words with equal warmth</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.11">The gratitude declare</l>
<l id="h175-p0.12">That glows within my ravish'd heart!</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.13">But Thou canst read it there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.14">
<l id="h175-p0.15">Thy providence my life sustain'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.16">And all my wants redrest,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.17">When in the silent womb I lay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.18">Or hung upon the breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.19">
<l id="h175-p0.20">To all my weak complaints and cries</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.21">Thy mercy lent an ear,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.22">Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.23">To form themselves in prayer.</l>
<pb n="141" id="h175-Page_141" />
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.24">
<l id="h175-p0.25">Unnumber'd comforts to my soul</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.26">Thy tender care bestow'd,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.27">Before my infant heart conceived</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.28">From Whom those comforts flow'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.29">
<l id="h175-p0.30">When in the slippery paths of youth</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.31">With heedless steps I ran,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.32">Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.33">And led me up to man;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.34">
<l id="h175-p0.35">Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.36">It gently clear'd my way,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.37">And through the pleasing snares of vice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.38">More to be fear'd than they.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.39">
<l id="h175-p0.40">When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.41">With health renew'd my face;</l>
<l id="h175-p0.42">And when in sins and sorrows sunk,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.43">Revived my soul with grace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.44">
<l id="h175-p0.45">Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.46">Has made my cup run o'er,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.47">And in a kind and faithful friend</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.48">Has doubled all my store.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.49">
<l id="h175-p0.50">Ten thousand thousand precious gifts</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.51">My daily thanks employ;</l>
<l id="h175-p0.52">Nor is the least a cheerful heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.53">That tastes those gifts with joy.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.54">
<l id="h175-p0.55">Through every period of my life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.56">Thy goodness I'll pursue;</l>
<l id="h175-p0.57">And after death, in distant worlds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.58">The glorious theme renew.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.59">
<l id="h175-p0.60">When nature fails, and day and night</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.61">Divide Thy works no more,</l>
<l id="h175-p0.62">My ever-grateful heart, O L<small id="h175-p0.63">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.64">Thy mercy shall adore.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h175-p0.65">
<l id="h175-p0.66">Through all eternity, to Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.67">A joyful song I'll raise;</l>
<l id="h175-p0.68">For, oh! eternity's too short</l>
<l class="t" id="h175-p0.69">To utter all Thy praise.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The spacious firmament on high" progress="37.04%" prev="h175" next="h177" id="h176">
<hymn id="h176-p0.1">
<h3 id="h176-p0.2">CLXXVI</h3>

<verse id="h176-p0.3">
<l id="h176-p0.4">The spacious firmament on high,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.5">With all the blue ethereal sky,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.6">And spangled Heavens, a shining frame,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.7">Their great Original proclaim.</l>
<pb n="142" id="h176-Page_142" />
<l id="h176-p0.8">Th' unwearied Sun from day to day</l>
<l id="h176-p0.9">Does his Creator's power display;</l>
<l id="h176-p0.10">And publishes, to every land,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.11">The work of an Almighty hand.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h176-p0.12">
<l id="h176-p0.13">Soon as the evening shades prevail,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.14">The Moon takes up the wondrous tale;</l>
<l id="h176-p0.15">And nightly, to the listening Earth,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.16">Repeats the story of her birth:</l>
<l id="h176-p0.17">Whilst all the stars that round her burn,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.18">And all the planets in their turn,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.19">Confirm the tidings as they roll,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.20">And spread the truth from pole to pole.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h176-p0.21">
<l id="h176-p0.22">What though, in solemn silence, all</l>
<l id="h176-p0.23">Move round the dark terrestrial ball;</l>
<l id="h176-p0.24">What though nor real voice, nor sound</l>
<l id="h176-p0.25">Amidst their radiant orbs be found;</l>
<l id="h176-p0.26">In reason's ear they all rejoice,</l>
<l id="h176-p0.27">And utter forth a glorious voice;</l>
<l id="h176-p0.28">For ever singing as they shine:</l>
<l id="h176-p0.29">'The Hand that made us is divine.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Awake, my Soul, and with the sun" progress="37.19%" prev="h176" next="h178" id="h177">
<hymn id="h177-p0.1">
<h3 id="h177-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p102.3" id="h177-p0.3">CLXXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h177-p1">MORNING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h177-p1.1">
<l id="h177-p1.2">Awake, my Soul, and with the sun,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.3">Thy daily stage of duty run;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.4">Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.5">To pay thy morning sacrifice.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.6">
<l id="h177-p1.7">Thy precious time misspent, redeem;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.8">Each present day thy last esteem;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.9">Improve thy talent with due care,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.10">For the great day thyself prepare.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.11">
<l id="h177-p1.12">Let all thy converse be sincere,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.13">Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.14">Think how all-seeing G<small id="h177-p1.15">OD</small> thy ways,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.16">And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.17">
<l id="h177-p1.18">By influence of the light divine,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.19">Let thy own light to others shine;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.20">Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.21">In ardent love, and cheerful praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.22">
<l id="h177-p1.23">Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.24">And with the Angels bear thy part,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.25">Who all night long unwearied sing</l>
<l id="h177-p1.26">High praise to the eternal King.</l>
<pb n="143" id="h177-Page_143" />
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.27">
<l id="h177-p1.28">Awake, awake! ye heavenly choir,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.29">May your devotion me inspire,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.30">That I, like you, my age may spend;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.31">Like you, may on my G<small id="h177-p1.32">OD</small> attend.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.33">
<l id="h177-p1.34">May I, like you, in G<small id="h177-p1.35">OD</small> delight,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.36">Have all day long my G<small id="h177-p1.37">OD</small> in sight,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.38">Perform, like you, my Maker's will--</l>
<l id="h177-p1.39">May I never more do ill!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.40">
<l id="h177-p1.41">Had I your wings, to heaven I'd fly;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.42">But G<small id="h177-p1.43">OD</small> shall that defect supply;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.44">And my soul, wing'd with warm desire,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.45">Shall all day long to heaven aspire.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.46">
<l id="h177-p1.47">Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.48">And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept:--</l>
<l id="h177-p1.49">Grant, L<small id="h177-p1.50">ORD</small>, when I from death shall wake,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.51">I may of endless light partake.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.52">
<l id="h177-p1.53">I would not wake, nor rise again,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.54">E'en Heaven itself I would disdain,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.55">Wert not Thou there to be enjoy'd,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.56">And I in hymns to be employ'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.57">
<l id="h177-p1.58">Heaven is, dear L<small id="h177-p1.59">ORD</small>, where'er Thou art;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.60">O never then from me depart;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.61">For to my soul, 'tis hell to be,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.62">But for one moment, without Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.63">
<l id="h177-p1.64">L<small id="h177-p1.65">ORD</small>, I my vows to Thee renew,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.66">Scatter my sins as morning dew;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.67">Guard my first springs of thought and will,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.68">And with Thyself my spirit fill.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.69">
<l id="h177-p1.70">Direct, control, suggest, this day,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.71">All I design, or do, or say;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.72">That all my powers, with all their might,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.73">In Thy sole glory may unite.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h177-p1.74">
<l id="h177-p1.75">Praise G<small id="h177-p1.76">OD</small>, from whom all blessings flow,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.77">Praise Him, all creatures here below;</l>
<l id="h177-p1.78">Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,</l>
<l id="h177-p1.79">Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h177-p2">T. Ken</p>
<pb n="144" id="h177-Page_144" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Glory to Thee, my God, this night" progress="37.55%" prev="h177" next="h179" id="h178">
<hymn id="h178-p0.1">
<h3 id="h178-p0.2">CLXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h178-p1">EVENING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h178-p1.1">
<l id="h178-p1.2">Glory to Thee, my G<small id="h178-p1.3">OD</small>, this night,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.4">For all the blessings of the light!</l>
<l id="h178-p1.5">Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.6">Beneath Thy own almighty wings.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.7">
<l id="h178-p1.8">Forgive me, L<small id="h178-p1.9">ORD</small>, for Thy dear Son,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.10">The ill that I this day have done;</l>
<l id="h178-p1.11">That with the world, myself, and Thee,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.12">I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.13">
<l id="h178-p1.14">Teach me to live, that I may dread</l>
<l id="h178-p1.15">The grave as little as my bed;</l>
<l id="h178-p1.16">Teach me to die, that so I may</l>
<l id="h178-p1.17">Rise glorious at the awful day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.18">
<l id="h178-p1.19">O! may my soul on Thee repose,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.20">And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close--</l>
<l id="h178-p1.21">Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.22">To serve my G<small id="h178-p1.23">OD</small> when I awake!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.24">
<l id="h178-p1.25">When in the night I sleepless lie,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.26">My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:</l>
<l id="h178-p1.27">Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.28">No powers of darkness me molest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.29">
<l id="h178-p1.30">Dull sleep!--of sense me to deprive;</l>
<l id="h178-p1.31">I am but half my days alive.</l>
<l id="h178-p1.32">Thy faithful lovers, L<small id="h178-p1.33">ORD</small>, are grieved,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.34">To lie so long of Thee bereaved.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.35">
<l id="h178-p1.36">But though sleep o'er my frailty reigns,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.37">Let it not hold me long in chains,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.38">And now and then let loose my heart,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.39">Till it an Hallelujah dart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.40">
<l id="h178-p1.41">The faster sleep the sense doth bind,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.42">The more unfetter'd is the mind:</l>
<l id="h178-p1.43">O may my soul, from matter free,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.44">Thy loveliness unclouded see!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.45">
<l id="h178-p1.46">O when shall I, in endless day,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.47">For ever chase dark sleep away,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.48">And hymns with the supernal choir</l>
<l id="h178-p1.49">Incessant sing, and never tire!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.50">
<l id="h178-p1.51">You, my blest Guardian, whilst I sleep,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.52">Close to my bed your vigils keep,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.53">Divine Love into me instil,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.54">Stop all the avenues of ill:</l>
<pb n="145" id="h178-Page_145" />
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.55">
<l id="h178-p1.56">Thought to thought with my soul converse,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.57">Celestial joys to me rehearse,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.58">Or in my stead, all the night long,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.59">Sing to my G<small id="h178-p1.60">OD</small> a grateful song.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h178-p1.61">
<l id="h178-p1.62">Praise G<small id="h178-p1.63">OD</small>, from whom all blessings flow,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.64">Praise Him, all creatures here below;</l>
<l id="h178-p1.65">Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,</l>
<l id="h178-p1.66">Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My God, now I from sleep awake" progress="37.86%" prev="h178" next="h180" id="h179">
<hymn id="h179-p0.1">
<h3 id="h179-p0.2">CLXXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h179-p1">MIDNIGHT HYMN</p>

<verse id="h179-p1.1">
<l id="h179-p1.2">My G<small id="h179-p1.3">OD</small>, now I from sleep awake,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.4">The sole possession of me take;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.5">From midnight terrors me secure,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.6">And guard my heart from thoughts impure.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.7">
<l id="h179-p1.8">Blest Angels! while we silent lie,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.9">Your Hallelujahs sing on high;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.10">You, ever wakeful near the Throne,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.11">Prostrate adore the Three in One.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.12">
<l id="h179-p1.13">I with your choir celestial join,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.14">In offering up a hymn divine:</l>
<l id="h179-p1.15">With you in heaven I hope to dwell,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.16">And bid the night and world farewell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.17">
<l id="h179-p1.18">My soul, when I shake off this dust,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.19">L<small id="h179-p1.20">ORD</small>! in Thy arms I will intrust:</l>
<l id="h179-p1.21">O, make me Thy peculiar care,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.22">Some mansion for my soul prepare.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.23">
<l id="h179-p1.24">Give me a place at Thy saints' feet,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.25">Or some fall'n Angel's vacant seat:</l>
<l id="h179-p1.26">I'll strive to sing as loud as they,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.27">Who sit above in brighter day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.28">
<l id="h179-p1.29">O may I always ready stand,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.30">With my lamp burning in my hand;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.31">May I in sight of heaven rejoice,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.32">Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.33">
<l id="h179-p1.34">Glory to Thee, in light array'd,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.35">Who Light Thy dwelling-place hast made;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.36">A boundless ocean of bright beams</l>
<l id="h179-p1.37">From Thy all-glorious Godhead streams.</l>
<pb n="146" id="h179-Page_146" />
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.38">
<l id="h179-p1.39">The sun in its meridian height</l>
<l id="h179-p1.40">Is very darkness in Thy sight:</l>
<l id="h179-p1.41">My soul, O lighten and inflame,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.42">With thought and love of Thy great name.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.43">
<l id="h179-p1.44">Blest J<small id="h179-p1.45">ESU</small>! Thou, on heaven intent,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.46">Whole nights hast in devotion spent;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.47">But I, frail creature, soon am tired,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.48">And all my zeal is soon expired.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.49">
<l id="h179-p1.50">My soul!--how canst thou weary grow</l>
<l id="h179-p1.51">Of antedating bliss, below,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.52">In sacred hymns and heavenly love,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.53">Which will eternal be above?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.54">
<l id="h179-p1.55">Shine on me, L<small id="h179-p1.56">ORD</small>! new life impart,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.57">Fresh ardours kindle in my heart;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.58">One ray of Thy all-quickening light</l>
<l id="h179-p1.59">Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.60">
<l id="h179-p1.61">L<small id="h179-p1.62">ORD</small>! lest the tempter me surprise,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.63">Watch over Thine own sacrifice;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.64">All loose, all idle, thoughts cast out,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.65">And make my very dreams devout.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h179-p1.66">
<l id="h179-p1.67">Praise G<small id="h179-p1.68">OD</small>, from whom all blessings flow,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.69">Praise Him, all creatures here below;</l>
<l id="h179-p1.70">Praise Him above, y' Angelic host,</l>
<l id="h179-p1.71">Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O fool,--of short-lived goods possest" progress="38.19%" prev="h179" next="h181" id="h180">
<hymn id="h180-p0.1">
<h3 id="h180-p0.2">CLXXX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h180-p1">LIFE</p>

<verse id="h180-p1.1">
<l id="h180-p1.2">O fool,--of short-lived goods possest,--</l>
<l id="h180-p1.3">In mere uncertainties to rest;</l>
<l id="h180-p1.4">From your full barns and bags of gold,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.5">To dream of slowly growing old;--</l>
<l id="h180-p1.6">Can you bribe death, with all your store,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.7">To respite you one moment more?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h180-p1.8">
<l id="h180-p1.9">Tell me, my soul, is there no art,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.10">To arm against death's sudden dart?</l>
<l id="h180-p1.11">Has gracious Heaven contrived no way</l>
<l id="h180-p1.12">Of lengthening here our mortal stay,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.13">Or, on this momentaneous stage,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.14">In a short time to live an age?</l>
<pb n="147" id="h180-Page_147" />
</verse>

<verse id="h180-p1.15">
<l id="h180-p1.16">The infants from the font who fly,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.17">Unsullied, to the joys on high,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.18">Live longer than obdurate men,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.19">Who sin to threescore years and ten:--</l>
<l id="h180-p1.20">We those dear moments only live,</l>
<l id="h180-p1.21">Which, we to G<small id="h180-p1.22">OD</small> devoutly give.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I oft recal the moments dear" progress="38.31%" prev="h180" next="h182" id="h181">
<hymn id="h181-p0.1">
<h3 id="h181-p0.2">CLXXXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h181-p1">GRATEFUL ASPIRATIONS</p>

<verse id="h181-p1.1">
<l id="h181-p1.2">I oft recal the moments dear,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.3">Enjoy'd in penitential tear:</l>
<l id="h181-p1.4">A beam of pardon through me shined,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.5">Diffusing sweetness o'er my mind;</l>
<l id="h181-p1.6">Upon my knees, while that I felt,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.7">I could eternally have dwelt.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h181-p1.8">
<l id="h181-p1.9">L<small id="h181-p1.10">ORD</small>! while in view Thy love I keep,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.11">The fruits of love I daily reap,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.12">Grief with fresh consolations cheer'd,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.13">Hope nearer towards assurance rear'd;</l>
<l id="h181-p1.14">Of G<small id="h181-p1.15">OD</small> beloved, more likeness gain'd,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.16">Or frailty with fresh aids sustain'd:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h181-p1.17">
<l id="h181-p1.18">To prayer some gracious answer sent,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.19">Some meditation more intent,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.20">Or sudden fervency devout,</l>
<l id="h181-p1.21">Or heavenly guidance when in doubt--</l>
<l id="h181-p1.22">Ah, what am I, great G<small id="h181-p1.23">OD</small> should be</l>
<l id="h181-p1.24">Thus wondrously benign to me!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I saw this day a miser old" progress="38.43%" prev="h181" next="h183" id="h182">
<hymn id="h182-p0.1">
<h3 id="h182-p0.2">CLXXXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h182-p1">THE MISER</p>

<verse id="h182-p1.1">
<l id="h182-p1.2">I saw this day a miser old</l>
<l id="h182-p1.3">Receive and count a bag of gold;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.4">His spectacles he clear'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.5">And on his nostrils rear'd,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.6">Then moved his table toward the light,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.7">To gain an unobstructed sight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.8">
<l id="h182-p1.9">The pieces one by one he took,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.10">And fix'd on either side his look;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.11">The edge he search'd with care,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.12">To find deficience there;</l>
<l id="h182-p1.13">Next to the touchstone it applied,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.14">And by the current standard tried.</l>
<pb n="148" id="h182-Page_148" />
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.15">
<l id="h182-p1.16">Then reach'd his balance nicely made,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.17">Which smallest things minutely weigh'd;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.18">The piece which pass'd his view</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.19">Into the scale he threw,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.20">Accounting what he must abate</l>
<l id="h182-p1.21">For every atom short of weight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.22">
<l id="h182-p1.23">Soon from the wretch I turn'd away,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.24">Idolater of shining clay;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.25">But Conscience me here check'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.26">And chid my self-neglect;</l>
<l id="h182-p1.27">She back me on a sudden drew,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.28">My observation to renew.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.29">
<l id="h182-p1.30">'You,' Conscience said, 'that wretch despise,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.31">Who yet may teach you to be wise;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.32">He, with a mind full bent,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.33">On his own gain intent,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.34">His short-lived riches tells and weighs--</l>
<l id="h182-p1.35">You thus should number all your days.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.36">
<l id="h182-p1.37">'Blest J<small id="h182-p1.38">ESUS</small> warn'd that, here below,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.39">Misers would in their conduct show</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.40">More zeal for short-lived toys,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.41">Than saints for endless joys:</l>
<l id="h182-p1.42">If saints and misers we compare,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.43">The worldly-minded wisest are.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.44">
<l id="h182-p1.45">My conscience then my thought improved,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.46">And me to think of Judgment moved,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.47">When every act, word, thought,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.48">To G<small id="h182-p1.49">OD</small>'s tribunal brought,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.50">The Searcher of our hearts will try,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.51">More nicely than the miser's eye.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.52">
<l id="h182-p1.53">On my past time I then reflect,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.54">Deploring sadly my neglect:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.55">Vast treasure I had heap'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.56">And should at death have reap'd,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.57">Had I the minutes, as they roll'd,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.58">Heeded, as that vile wretch his gold.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.59">
<l id="h182-p1.60">In vanity I spent my prime:</l>
<l id="h182-p1.61">In age I wasted precious time--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.62">Time which I should employ</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.63">'To purchase endless joy--</l>
<l id="h182-p1.64">Time which, when once away it flies,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.65">I never, never can reprise.</l>
<pb n="149" id="h182-Page_149" />
</verse>

<verse id="h182-p1.66">
<l id="h182-p1.67">I nothing should too dear esteem,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.68">My heedless minutes to redeem:--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.69">O that I had the power</l>
<l class="t2" id="h182-p1.70">To live a year each hour,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.71">That I might, ere I breathed my last,</l>
<l id="h182-p1.72">Retrieve my idle minutes past!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The Past can be no more" progress="38.78%" prev="h182" next="h184" id="h183">
<hymn id="h183-p0.1">
<h3 id="h183-p0.2">CLXXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h183-p1">NOW</p>

<verse id="h183-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.2">The <i>Past</i> can be no more--</l>
<l id="h183-p1.3">Whose misemploying I deplore:</l>
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.4">The <i>Future</i> is to me</l>
<l id="h183-p1.5">An absolute uncertainty:</l>
<l id="h183-p1.6">The <i>Now</i>, which will not with me stay,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.7">Within a second flies away.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h183-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.9">I heard G<small id="h183-p1.10">OD</small> often say,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.11">Now, of salvation is the day,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.12">But turn'd from heaven my view,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.13">I still had something else to do;</l>
<l id="h183-p1.14">Till G<small id="h183-p1.15">OD</small> a dream instructive sent,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.16">To warn me timely to repent.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h183-p1.17">
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.18">Methought Death, with his dart,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.19">Had mortally transfix'd my heart;</l>
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.20">And devils round about,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.21">To seize my spirit flying out,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.22">Cried-'<i>Now</i>, of which you took no care,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.23">Is turn'd to <i>Never</i> and despair!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h183-p1.24">
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.25">I gave a sudden start,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.26">And waked, with <i>Never</i> in my heart:</l>
<l class="t" id="h183-p1.27">Still I that <i>Never</i> felt,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.28"><i>Never</i> upon my spirit dwelt;--</l>
<l id="h183-p1.29">A thousand thanks to G<small id="h183-p1.30">OD</small> I paid,</l>
<l id="h183-p1.31">That my sad Never was delay'd.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sighs--whether swift to Heaven they rise" progress="38.91%" prev="h183" next="h185" id="h184">
<hymn id="h184-p0.1">
<h3 id="h184-p0.2">CLXXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h184-p1">SIGHS</p>

<verse id="h184-p1.1">
<l id="h184-p1.2">Sighs--whether swift to Heaven they rise</l>
<l class="t" id="h184-p1.3">As morning gilds the skies--</l>
<l id="h184-p1.4">Or G<small id="h184-p1.5">OD</small>, by omnipresent ear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h184-p1.6">When they are sigh'd, is near--</l>
<l id="h184-p1.7">Since G<small id="h184-p1.8">OD</small> vouchsafes what I desire,</l>
<l class="t" id="h184-p1.9">'Twere fruitless to inquire.</l>
<pb n="150" id="h184-Page_150" />
<l id="h184-p1.10">In Heaven accounts of sighs are kept,</l>
<l class="t" id="h184-p1.11">Of every tear that's wept;</l>
<l id="h184-p1.12">Saints feel the blessing back they bring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h184-p1.13">Swift as angelic wing:</l>
<l id="h184-p1.14">The humble what they beg obtain,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h184-p1.15">They never sigh in vain.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="As in the night I restless lie" progress="38.99%" prev="h184" next="h186" id="h185">
<hymn id="h185-p0.1">
<h3 id="h185-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p105.2" id="h185-p0.3">CLXXXV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h185-p1">AN ANODYNE</p>

<verse id="h185-p1.1">
<l id="h185-p1.2">As in the night I restless lie,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.3">I the watch-candle keep in eye;</l>
<l id="h185-p1.4">The innocent I often blame,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.5">For the slow wasting of its flame.</l>
<l id="h185-p1.6">Sweet ease!--O whither are you fled!--</l>
<l id="h185-p1.7">With one short slumber ease my head!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h185-p1.8">
<l id="h185-p1.9">My curtain oft I draw away,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.10">Eager to see the morning ray;</l>
<l id="h185-p1.11">But when the morning gilds the skies,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.12">The morning no relief supplies.</l>
<l id="h185-p1.13">To me, alas! the morning light</l>
<l id="h185-p1.14">Is as afflictive as the night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h185-p1.15">
<l id="h185-p1.16">My vigorous cries to G<small id="h185-p1.17">OD</small> ascend,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.18">Oh!--will not G<small id="h185-p1.19">OD</small> my cries attend?</l>
<l id="h185-p1.20">Can G<small id="h185-p1.21">OD</small> paternal love forbear--</l>
<l id="h185-p1.22">Can G<small id="h185-p1.23">OD</small> reject a filial prayer?</l>
<l id="h185-p1.24">Is there in Heaven for me no cure--</l>
<l id="h185-p1.25">Why do I then such pains endure?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h185-p1.26">
<l id="h185-p1.27">My flesh in torture oft repines</l>
<l id="h185-p1.28">At what G<small id="h185-p1.29">OD</small> for my good designs;</l>
<l id="h185-p1.30">My spirit the repiner chides,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.31">Submissive to G<small id="h185-p1.32">OD</small>'s will abides:</l>
<l id="h185-p1.33">G<small id="h185-p1.34">OD</small> my disease and temper weighs;</l>
<l id="h185-p1.35">No pang superfluous on me lays.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h185-p1.36">
<l id="h185-p1.37">Why should I then my pains decline,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.38">Inflicted by pure love divine?</l>
<l id="h185-p1.39">Let them run out their destined course,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.40">And spend upon me all their force:</l>
<l id="h185-p1.41">Short pains can never grievous be,</l>
<l id="h185-p1.42">Which work a blest eternity.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h185-p2">See <a href="#notes-p105.2" id="h185-p2.1">Note</a></p>
<pb n="151" id="h185-Page_151" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="A saint, to few but God well known" progress="39.17%" prev="h185" next="h187" id="h186">
<hymn id="h186-p0.1">
<h3 id="h186-p0.2">CLXXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h186-p1">LOVE STRONG AS DEATH</p>

<verse id="h186-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.2">A saint, to few but G<small id="h186-p1.3">OD</small> well known,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.4">Who seem'd in town to dwell alone:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.5">With few but saints who e'er conversed,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.6">His alms in secret who dispersed;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.7">Whose virtues lay so out of view,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.8">That Satan ne'er his saintship knew--</l>
<l id="h186-p1.9">Such was the Saint to J<small id="h186-p1.10">ESUS</small> dear,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.11">Who often made him visits here.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.12">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.13">J<small id="h186-p1.14">ESUS</small> to Death commission gave,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.15">To lay his body in the grave;--</l>
<l id="h186-p1.16">Death to confederate Hell reveal'd</l>
<l id="h186-p1.17">For whom his warrant next was seal'd.</l>
<l id="h186-p1.18">Death and Hell out together went,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.19">On the saint's endless ruin bent:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.20">They both approaching his sick-bed,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.21">His watchful Angel o'er his head</l>
<l id="h186-p1.22">Brandish'd his bright angelic blade,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.23">That neither could the saint invade.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.24">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.25">His license Death began to plead:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.26">'That,' said the Angel, 'you exceed;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.27">For, when his dying Heaven design'd,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.28">You should have left your hell behind--</l>
<l id="h186-p1.29">Hell, which Heaven damns to strict restraint,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.30">From troubling a departed saint.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.31">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.32">The Angel, with his two-edged fire,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.33">Made the infernal Fiend retire;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.34">'Your dart,' said he, 'now on him try;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.35">In slumbers sweet you see him lie:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.36">Truth says that Love as Death is strong,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.37">To see the experiment I long--</l>
<l id="h186-p1.38">Death! what your strength is, fully say,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.39">And I'll his love against it weigh.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.40">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.41">Grim Death replied--'What lovers dare</l>
<l id="h186-p1.42">Weak Love with this strong arm compare?</l>
<l id="h186-p1.43">I, a crown'd king, this sceptre sway;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.44">All living creatures me obey:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.45">I daily, round the heavenly arch,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.46">Arm'd with ten thousand terrors, march:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.47">My darts I at my pleasure fling,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.48">At statesman, hero, prelate, king.'</l>
<pb n="152" id="h186-Page_152" />
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.49">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.50">'Blest Enoch and Elias flew</l>
<l id="h186-p1.51">To heavenly rest in spite of you:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.52">Love over dangers, tortures, pains,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.53">Invincible, the conquest gains;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.54">Contemns you when you, fierce, appear,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.55">And never feels what 'tis to fear.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.56">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.57">'I vanquish'd your incarnate G<small id="h186-p1.58">OD</small>,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.59">And on His grave triumphant trod:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.60">And can weak Love my force withstand,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.61">When J<small id="h186-p1.62">ESUS</small> own'd my conquering hand?'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.63">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.64">'Twas Love, not you, made G<small id="h186-p1.65">OD</small> to die,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.66">That lovers might your darts defy;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.67">He down His life was pleased to lay,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.68">A ransom for man's guilt to pay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.69">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.70">'Death! when to lovers you draw nigh,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.71">You're forced to lay your terrors by;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.72">When warrants are for lovers sign'd,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.73">You leave sting, sceptre, crown, behind:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.74">Love eyes dear J<small id="h186-p1.75">ESUS</small> on the tree,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.76">And from your tyranny is free.</l>
<l id="h186-p1.77">You force exert on brittle clay,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.78">Which has no power to disobey.</l>
<l id="h186-p1.79">Love fights with lust, the world, and hell,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.80">Has foes unnumber'd to repel;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.81">Love runs through life a dangerous course,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.82">And must at last take Heaven by force.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h186-p1.83">
<l class="t" id="h186-p1.84">'On dust you, like the serpent, feed;</l>
<l id="h186-p1.85">By Love the soul from dust is freed:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.86">You, sin-born, seize the baser part,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.87">Love keeps for G<small id="h186-p1.88">OD</small> the heaven-born heart.</l>
<l id="h186-p1.89">--Death! you are mortal!--you'll at last</l>
<l id="h186-p1.90">Into the fiery lake be cast:</l>
<l id="h186-p1.91">Love will, immortal, still abide,</l>
<l id="h186-p1.92">Eternally beatified.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night" progress="39.65%" prev="h186" next="h188" id="h187">
<hymn id="h187-p0.1">
<h3 id="h187-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p106.8" id="h187-p0.3">CLXXXVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h187-p0.4">
<l id="h187-p0.5">While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.6">All seated on the ground,</l>
<l id="h187-p0.7">The Angel of the L<small id="h187-p0.8">ORD</small> came down,</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.9">And glory shone around.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h187-p0.10">
<l id="h187-p0.11">'Fear not,' said he; (for mighty dread</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.12">Had seized their troubled mind;)</l>
<l id="h187-p0.13">'Glad tidings of great joy I bring</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.14">To you and all mankind.</l>
<pb n="153" id="h187-Page_153" />
</verse>

<verse id="h187-p0.15">
<l id="h187-p0.16">'To you, in David's town, this day</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.17">Is born of David's line</l>
<l id="h187-p0.18">The Saviour, Who is C<small id="h187-p0.19">HRIST</small> the L<small id="h187-p0.20">ORD</small>;</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.21">And this shall be the sign:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h187-p0.22">
<l id="h187-p0.23">'The heavenly Babe you there shall find</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.24">To human view display'd,</l>
<l id="h187-p0.25">All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands,</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.26">And in a manger laid.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h187-p0.27">
<l id="h187-p0.28">Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.29">Appear'd a shining throng</l>
<l id="h187-p0.30">Of Angels, praising G<small id="h187-p0.31">OD</small>, and thus</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.32">Address'd their joyful song:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h187-p0.33">
<l id="h187-p0.34">'All glory be to G<small id="h187-p0.35">OD</small> on high,</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.36">And to the earth be peace;</l>
<l id="h187-p0.37">Good-will henceforth from Heaven to men</l>
<l class="t" id="h187-p0.38">Begin, and never cease!'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h187-p1">N. Tate</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Holy, holy, holy Lord" progress="39.80%" prev="h187" next="h189" id="h188">
<hymn id="h188-p0.1">
<h3 id="h188-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p107.2" id="h188-p0.3">CLXXXVIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h188-p1">ANGELS' SONG</p>

<verse id="h188-p1.1">
<l class="t4" id="h188-p1.2">O Holy, holy, holy L<small id="h188-p1.3">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h188-p1.4">O Eternal G<small id="h188-p1.5">OD</small>, Almighty One,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h188-p1.6">Be Thou for ever, and be Thou alone,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h188-p1.7">By all Thy creatures, constantly adored!</l>
<l class="t4" id="h188-p1.8">Ineffable, co-equal Three,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h188-p1.9">Who from non-entity gave birth</l>
<l id="h188-p1.10">To angels and to men, to Heaven and to Earth,</l>
<l id="h188-p1.11">Yet always wast Thyself, and wilt for ever be.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h188-p1.12">But for Thy mercy, we had ne'er possest</l>
<l class="t2" id="h188-p1.13">These thrones, and this immense felicity;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h188-p1.14">Could ne'er have been so infinitely blest!</l>
<l id="h188-p1.15">Therefore all glory, power, dominion, majesty,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h188-p1.16">To Thee, O Lamb of G<small id="h188-p1.17">OD</small>, to Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h188-p1.18">For ever, longer than for ever, be!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h188-p2">J. Pomfret</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="No; 'tis in vain to seek for bliss" progress="39.90%" prev="h188" next="h190" id="h189">
<hymn id="h189-p0.1">
<h3 id="h189-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p108.2" id="h189-p0.3">CLXXXIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h189-p1">FELICITY</p>

<verse id="h189-p1.1">
<l id="h189-p1.2">No; 'tis in vain to seek for bliss</l>
<l class="t" id="h189-p1.3">For bliss can ne'er be found</l>
<l id="h189-p1.4">Till we arrive where J<small id="h189-p1.5">ESUS</small> is,</l>
<l class="t" id="h189-p1.6">And tread on heavenly ground.</l>
<pb n="154" id="h189-Page_154" />
</verse>

<verse id="h189-p1.7">
<l id="h189-p1.8">There's nothing round these painted skies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h189-p1.9">Or round this dusty clod,</l>
<l id="h189-p1.10">Nothing, my soul! that's worth thy joys,</l>
<l class="t" id="h189-p1.11">Or lovely as thy G<small id="h189-p1.12">OD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h189-p1.13">
<l id="h189-p1.14">'Tis Heaven on Earth to taste His love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h189-p1.15">To feel His quickening grace;</l>
<l id="h189-p1.16">And all the Heaven I hope above</l>
<l class="t" id="h189-p1.17">Is but to see His face.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h189-p2">I. Watts</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes" progress="39.97%" prev="h189" next="h191" id="h190">
<hymn id="h190-p0.1">
<h3 id="h190-p0.2">CXC</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h190-p1">THE NATIVITY</p>

<verse id="h190-p1.1">
<l id="h190-p1.2">'Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.3">And send your fears away;</l>
<l id="h190-p1.4">News from the region of the skies!--</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.5">Salvation's born to-day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.6">
<l id="h190-p1.7">'J<small id="h190-p1.8">ESUS</small>, the G<small id="h190-p1.9">OD</small> whom Angels fear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.10">Comes down to dwell with you;</l>
<l id="h190-p1.11">To-day He makes His entrance here,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.12">But not as monarchs do.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.13">
<l id="h190-p1.14">No gold, nor purple swaddling-bands,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.15">Nor royal shining things;</l>
<l id="h190-p1.16">A manger for His cradle stands,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.17">And holds the King of kings.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.18">
<l id="h190-p1.19">'Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.20">And see His humble throne:--</l>
<l id="h190-p1.21">With tears of joy in all your eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.22">Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.23">
<l id="h190-p1.24">Thus Gabriel sang: and straight around</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.25">The heavenly armies throng;</l>
<l id="h190-p1.26">They tune their harps to lofty sound,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.27">And thus conclude the song:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.28">
<l id="h190-p1.29">'Glory to G<small id="h190-p1.30">OD</small> that reigns above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.31">Let peace surround the Earth;</l>
<l id="h190-p1.32">Mortals shall know their Maker's love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.33">At their Redeemer's birth.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.34">
<l id="h190-p1.35">L<small id="h190-p1.36">ORD</small>! and shall angels have their songs,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.37">And men no tunes to raise?</l>
<l id="h190-p1.38">O may we lose these useless tongues,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.39">When they forget to praise!</l>
<pb n="155" id="h190-Page_155" />
</verse>

<verse id="h190-p1.40">
<l id="h190-p1.41">Glory to G<small id="h190-p1.42">OD</small> that reigns above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.43">That pitied us forlorn!</l>
<l id="h190-p1.44">We join to sing our Maker's love--</l>
<l class="t" id="h190-p1.45">For there's a Saviour born.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Fairest of all the lights above" progress="40.17%" prev="h190" next="h192" id="h191">
<hymn id="h191-p0.1">
<h3 id="h191-p0.2">CXCI</h3>

<verse id="h191-p0.3">
<l id="h191-p0.4">Fairest of all the lights above,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.5">Thou Sun, whose beams adorn the spheres,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.6">And with unwearied swiftness move</l>
<l id="h191-p0.7">To form the circles of our years:</l>
<l id="h191-p0.8">Praise the Creator of the skies,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.9">That dress'd thine orb in golden rays;</l>
<l id="h191-p0.10">Or may the Sun forget to rise,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.11">If he forget his Maker's praise!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h191-p0.12">
<l id="h191-p0.13">Thou reigning beauty of the night,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.14">Fair queen of silence, silver Moon,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.15">Whose gentle beams and borrow'd light</l>
<l id="h191-p0.16">Are softer rivals of the noon,--</l>
<l id="h191-p0.17">Arise, and to that Sovereign Power,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.18">Waxing and waning, honours pay,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.19">Who bade thee rule the dusky hour,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.20">And half supply the absent day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h191-p0.21">
<l id="h191-p0.22">Ye twinkling Stars, who gild the skies</l>
<l id="h191-p0.23">When darkness has its curtains drawn,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.24">Who keep your watch, with wakeful eyes,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.25">When business, cares, and day are gone:</l>
<l id="h191-p0.26">Proclaim the glories of your L<small id="h191-p0.27">ORD</small>,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.28">Dispersed through all the heavenly street,</l>
<l id="h191-p0.29">Whose boundless treasures can afford</l>
<l id="h191-p0.30">So rich a pavement for His feet.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Infinite Power, Eternal Lord" progress="40.32%" prev="h191" next="h193" id="h192">
<hymn id="h192-p0.1">
<h3 id="h192-p0.2">CXCII</h3>

<verse id="h192-p0.3">
<l id="h192-p0.4">Infinite Power, Eternal L<small id="h192-p0.5">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.6">How sovereign is Thy hand!</l>
<l id="h192-p0.7">All Nature rose t' obey Thy word,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.8">And moves at Thy command.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.9">
<l id="h192-p0.10">With steady course Thy shining Sun</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.11">Keeps his appointed way;</l>
<l id="h192-p0.12">And all the hours obedient run</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.13">The circle of the day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.14">
<l id="h192-p0.15">But ah! how wide my spirit flies</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.16">And wanders from her G<small id="h192-p0.17">OD</small>!</l>
<l id="h192-p0.18">My soul forgets the heavenly prize,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.19">And treads the downward road.</l>
<pb n="156" id="h192-Page_156" />
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.20">
<l id="h192-p0.21">Shall creatures of a meaner frame</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.22">Pay all their dues to Thee,</l>
<l id="h192-p0.23">--Creatures, that never knew Thy name,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.24">That never loved like me?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.25">
<l id="h192-p0.26">Great G<small id="h192-p0.27">OD</small>, create my soul anew,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.28">Conform my heart to Thine;</l>
<l id="h192-p0.29">Melt down my will, and let it flow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.30">And take the mould divine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.31">
<l id="h192-p0.32">Seize my whole frame into Thy hand;</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.33">Here all my powers I bring:</l>
<l id="h192-p0.34">Manage the wheels by Thy command,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.35">And govern every spring.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.36">
<l id="h192-p0.37">Then shall my feet no more depart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.38">Nor wandering senses rove;</l>
<l id="h192-p0.39">Devotion shall be all my heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.40">And all my passions, love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h192-p0.41">
<l id="h192-p0.42">Then not the Sun shall more than I</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.43">His Maker's law perform,</l>
<l id="h192-p0.44">Nor travel swifter through the sky,</l>
<l class="t" id="h192-p0.45">Nor with a zeal so warm.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Where'er my flattering passions rove" progress="40.50%" prev="h192" next="h194" id="h193">
<hymn id="h193-p0.1">
<h3 id="h193-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p110.2" id="h193-p0.3">CXCIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h193-p0.4">
<l id="h193-p0.5">Where'er my flattering passions rove,</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.6">I find a lurking snare;</l>
<l id="h193-p0.7">'Tis dangerous to let loose our love</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.8">Beneath the Eternal Fair.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h193-p0.9">
<l id="h193-p0.10">Souls whom the tie of friendship binds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.11">And partners of our blood,</l>
<l id="h193-p0.12">Seize a large portion of our minds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.13">And leave the less for G<small id="h193-p0.14">OD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h193-p0.15">
<l id="h193-p0.16">Nature has soft but powerful bands,</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.17">And Reason she controls;</l>
<l id="h193-p0.18">While children with their little hands</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.19">Hang closest to our souls.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h193-p0.20">
<l id="h193-p0.21">Thoughtless they act the old Serpent's part;</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.22">What tempting things they be!</l>
<l id="h193-p0.23">L<small id="h193-p0.24">ORD</small>, how they twine about our heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.25">And draw it off from Thee!</l>
<pb n="157" id="h193-Page_157" />
</verse>

<verse id="h193-p0.26">
<l id="h193-p0.27">Dear Sovereign, break these fetters off,</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.28">And set our spirits free;</l>
<l id="h193-p0.29">G<small id="h193-p0.30">OD</small> in Himself is bliss enough;</l>
<l class="t" id="h193-p0.31">For we have all in Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h193-p1">See <a href="#notes-p110.2" id="h193-p1.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O God, our help in ages past" progress="40.62%" prev="h193" next="h195" id="h194">
<hymn id="h194-p0.1">
<h3 id="h194-p0.2">CXCIV</h3>

<verse id="h194-p0.3">
<l id="h194-p0.4">O G<small id="h194-p0.5">OD</small>, our help in ages past,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.6">Our hope for years to come,</l>
<l id="h194-p0.7">Our shelter from the stormy blast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.8">And our eternal home:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h194-p0.9">
<l id="h194-p0.10">Under the shadow of Thy Throne</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.11">Thy saints have dwelt secure;</l>
<l id="h194-p0.12">Sufficient is Thine arm alone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.13">And our defence is sure.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h194-p0.14">
<l id="h194-p0.15">Before the hills in order stood,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.16">Or earth received her frame,</l>
<l id="h194-p0.17">From everlasting Thou art G<small id="h194-p0.18">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.19">To endless years the same.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h194-p0.20">
<l id="h194-p0.21">A thousand ages in Thy sight</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.22">Are like an evening gone;</l>
<l id="h194-p0.23">Short as the watch that ends the night</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.24">Before the rising sun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h194-p0.25">
<l id="h194-p0.26">Time, like an ever-rolling stream,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.27">Bears all its sons away;</l>
<l id="h194-p0.28">They fly forgotten, as a dream</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.29">Dies at the opening day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h194-p0.30">
<l id="h194-p0.31">Our G<small id="h194-p0.32">OD</small>, our help in ages past;</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.33">Our hope for years to come;</l>
<l id="h194-p0.34">Be Thou our guard while troubles last,</l>
<l class="t" id="h194-p0.35">And our eternal home!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims" progress="40.75%" prev="h194" next="h196" id="h195">
<hymn id="h195-p0.1">
<h3 id="h195-p0.2">CXCV</h3>

<verse id="h195-p0.3">
<l id="h195-p0.4">Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims</l>
<l class="t" id="h195-p0.5">For all the pious dead,--</l>
<l id="h195-p0.6">Sweet is the savour of their names,</l>
<l class="t" id="h195-p0.7">And soft their sleeping bed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h195-p0.8">
<l id="h195-p0.9">Why should we tremble to convey</l>
<l class="t" id="h195-p0.10">Their relics to the tomb?</l>
<l id="h195-p0.11">There the Redeemer's body lay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h195-p0.12">And left a long perfume.</l>
<pb n="158" id="h195-Page_158" />
</verse>

<verse id="h195-p0.13">
<l id="h195-p0.14">The graves of all His saints He blest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h195-p0.15">And soften'd every bed;</l>
<l id="h195-p0.16">Where should the dying members rest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h195-p0.17">But with the dying Head?</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Give me the wings of faith, to rise" progress="40.82%" prev="h195" next="h197" id="h196">
<hymn id="h196-p0.1">
<h3 id="h196-p0.2">CXCVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h196-p1">THE EXAMPLES OF THE SAINTS</p>

<verse id="h196-p1.1">
<l id="h196-p1.2">Give me the wings of faith, to rise</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.3">Within the veil, and see</l>
<l id="h196-p1.4">The Saints above, how great their joys,</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.5">How bright their glories be!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h196-p1.6">
<l id="h196-p1.7">Once they were mourning here below,</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.8">And wet their couch with tears;</l>
<l id="h196-p1.9">They wrestled hard, as we do now,</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.10">With sins, and doubts, and fears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h196-p1.11">
<l id="h196-p1.12">I ask them whence their victory came;</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.13">They, with united breath,</l>
<l id="h196-p1.14">Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.15">Their triumph to His death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h196-p1.16">
<l id="h196-p1.17">They mark'd the footsteps that He trod;</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.18">His zeal inspired their breast;</l>
<l id="h196-p1.19">And, following their incarnate G<small id="h196-p1.20">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.21">Possess the promised rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h196-p1.22">
<l id="h196-p1.23">Our glorious Leader claims our praise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.24">For His own pattern given;</l>
<l id="h196-p1.25">While the long cloud of witnesses</l>
<l class="t" id="h196-p1.26">Show the same path to Heaven.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber" progress="40.95%" prev="h196" next="h198" id="h197">
<hymn id="h197-p0.1">
<h3 id="h197-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p111.2" id="h197-p0.3">CXCVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h197-p1">A CRADLE SONG</p>

<verse id="h197-p1.1">
<l id="h197-p1.2">Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.3">Holy Angels guard thy bed!</l>
<l id="h197-p1.4">Heavenly blessings without number</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.5">Gently falling on thy head.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.6">
<l id="h197-p1.7">Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.8">House and home, thy friends provide;</l>
<l id="h197-p1.9">All without thy care or payment,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.10">All thy wants are well supplied.</l>
<pb n="259" id="h197-Page_259" />
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.11">
<l id="h197-p1.12">How much better thou'rt attended</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.13">Than the Son of G<small id="h197-p1.14">OD</small> could be,</l>
<l id="h197-p1.15">When from heaven He descended,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.16">And became a child like thee!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.17">
<l id="h197-p1.18">Soft and easy is thy cradle:</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.19">Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay:</l>
<l id="h197-p1.20">When His birthplace was a stable,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.21">And His softest bed was hay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.22">
<l id="h197-p1.23">See the kinder shepherds round Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.24">Telling wonders from the sky!</l>
<l id="h197-p1.25">Where they sought Him, there they found Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.26">With His Virgin-Mother by.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.27">
<l id="h197-p1.28">See the lovely Babe a-dressing;</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.29">Lovely Infant, how He smiled!</l>
<l id="h197-p1.30">When He wept, the Mother's blessing</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.31">Soothed and hush'd the holy Child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.32">
<l id="h197-p1.33">Lo, He slumbers in His manger,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.34">Where the hornéd oxen fed;</l>
<l id="h197-p1.35">--Peace, my darling, here's no danger;</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.36">Here's no ox a-near thy bed!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.37">
<l id="h197-p1.38">May'st Thou live to know and fear Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.39">Trust and love Him all thy days;</l>
<l id="h197-p1.40">Then go dwell for ever near Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.41">See His face, and sing His praise!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h197-p1.42">
<l id="h197-p1.43">I could give thee thousand kisses,</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.44">Hoping what I most desire;</l>
<l id="h197-p1.45">Not a mother's fondest wishes</l>
<l class="t" id="h197-p1.46">Can to greater joys aspire.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h197-p2">See <a href="#notes-p111.2" id="h197-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ye golden lamps of Heaven, farewell" progress="41.17%" prev="h197" next="h199" id="h198">
<hymn id="h198-p0.1">
<h3 id="h198-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p112.2" id="h198-p0.3">CXCVIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h198-p1">SURSUM</p>

<verse id="h198-p1.1">
<l id="h198-p1.2">Ye golden lamps of Heaven, farewell,</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.3">With all your feeble light;</l>
<l id="h198-p1.4">Farewell thou ever-changing moon,</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.5">Pale empress of the night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h198-p1.6">
<l id="h198-p1.7">And thou, refulgent orb of day,</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.8">In brighter flames array'd;</l>
<l id="h198-p1.9">--My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.10">No more demands thine aid.</l>
<pb n="160" id="h198-Page_160" />
</verse>

<verse id="h198-p1.11">
<l id="h198-p1.12">Ye stars are but the shining dust</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.13">Of my Divine abode,</l>
<l id="h198-p1.14">The pavement of those heavenly courts</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.15">Where I shall reign with G<small id="h198-p1.16">OD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h198-p1.17">
<l id="h198-p1.18">The Father of eternal light</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.19">Shall there His beams display;</l>
<l id="h198-p1.20">Nor shall one moment's darkness mix</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.21">With that unvaried day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h198-p1.22">
<l id="h198-p1.23">No more the drops of piercing grief</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.24">Shall swell into mine eyes;</l>
<l id="h198-p1.25">Nor the meridian sun decline</l>
<l class="t" id="h198-p1.26">Amidst those brighter skies.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h198-p2">P. Doddridge</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord" progress="41.29%" prev="h198" next="h200" id="h199">
<hymn id="h199-p0.1">
<h3 id="h199-p0.2">CXCIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h199-p1">AT THE SEPULCHRE</p>

<verse id="h199-p1.1">
<l id="h199-p1.2">Ye humble souls, that seek the L<small id="h199-p1.3">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.4">Chase all your fears away;</l>
<l id="h199-p1.5">And bow with pleasure down to see</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.6">The place where J<small id="h199-p1.7">ESUS</small> lay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h199-p1.8">
<l id="h199-p1.9">Thus low the Lord of life was brought;</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.10">Such wonders Love can do;</l>
<l id="h199-p1.11">Thus cold in death that bosom lay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.12">Which throbb'd and bled for you.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h199-p1.13">
<l id="h199-p1.14">Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs;</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.15">The Saviour lives again!</l>
<l id="h199-p1.16">Not all the bolts and bars of death</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.17">The Conqueror could detain:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h199-p1.18">
<l id="h199-p1.19">High o'er the angelic bands He rears</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.20">His once dishonour'd head;</l>
<l id="h199-p1.21">And through unnumber'd years He reigns,</l>
<l class="t" id="h199-p1.22">Who dwelt among the dead.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Jesus! I love Thy charming name" progress="41.39%" prev="h199" next="h201" id="h200">
<hymn id="h200-p0.1">
<h3 id="h200-p0.2">CC</h3>

<verse id="h200-p0.3">
<l id="h200-p0.4">J<small id="h200-p0.5">ESUS</small>! I love Thy charming name;</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.6">'Tis music to my ear:</l>
<l id="h200-p0.7">Fain would I sound it out so loud</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.8">That heaven and earth should hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h200-p0.9">
<l id="h200-p0.10">Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.11">My transport, and my trust:</l>
<l id="h200-p0.12">Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.13">And gold is sordid dust.</l>
</verse>

<pb n="161" id="h200-Page_161" />
<verse id="h200-p0.14">
<l id="h200-p0.15">All my capacious powers can wish</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.16">In Thee most richly meet:</l>
<l id="h200-p0.17">Nor to my eyes is life so dear</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.18">Nor friendship half so sweet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h200-p0.19">
<l id="h200-p0.20">I'll speak the honours of Thy name</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.21">With my last labouring breath:</l>
<l id="h200-p0.22">Then speechless clasp Thee in my arms--</l>
<l class="t" id="h200-p0.23">The antidote of death.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes" progress="41.48%" prev="h200" next="h202" id="h201">
<hymn id="h201-p0.1">
<h3 id="h201-p0.2">CCI</h3>

<verse id="h201-p0.3">
<l id="h201-p0.4">Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.5">The Saviour promised long;</l>
<l id="h201-p0.6">Let every heart prepare a throne,</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.7">And every voice a song!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h201-p0.8">
<l id="h201-p0.9">He comes the prisoners to release</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.10">In Satan's bondage held;</l>
<l id="h201-p0.11">The gates of brass before Him burst,</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.12">The iron fetters yield.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h201-p0.13">
<l id="h201-p0.14">He comes, the broken heart to bind,</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.15">The bleeding soul to cure,</l>
<l id="h201-p0.16">And with the treasures of His grace</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.17">T' enrich the humble poor.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h201-p0.18">
<l id="h201-p0.19">Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.20">Thy welcome shall proclaim,</l>
<l id="h201-p0.21">And Heaven's eternal arches ring</l>
<l class="t" id="h201-p0.22">With Thy belovéd Name.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My spirit longeth for Thee" progress="41.57%" prev="h201" next="h203" id="h202">
<hymn id="h202-p0.1">
<h3 id="h202-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p113.2" id="h202-p0.3">CCII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h202-p1">DESIDERIUM</p>

<verse id="h202-p1.1">
<l id="h202-p1.2">My spirit longeth for Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.3">Within my troubled breast</l>
<l id="h202-p1.4">Altho' I be unworthy</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.5">Of so divine a Guest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h202-p1.6">
<l id="h202-p1.7">Of so divine a Guest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.8">Unworthy tho' I be,</l>
<l id="h202-p1.9">Yet has my heart no rest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.10">Unless it come from Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h202-p1.11">
<l id="h202-p1.12">Unless it come from Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.13">In vain I look around;</l>
<l id="h202-p1.14">In all that I can see,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.15">No rest is to be found.</l>
<pb n="162" id="h202-Page_162" />
</verse>

<verse id="h202-p1.16">
<l id="h202-p1.17">No rest is to be found,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.18">But in Thy blesséd love;</l>
<l id="h202-p1.19">O! let my wish be crown'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h202-p1.20">And send it from above!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h202-p2">J. Byrom</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When Israel's ruler on the royal bed" progress="41.65%" prev="h202" next="h204" id="h203">
<hymn id="h203-p0.1">
<h3 id="h203-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p114.2" id="h203-p0.3">CCIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h203-p1">A HYMN ON RECOVERY FROM SEVERE ILLNESS</p>

<verse id="h203-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.2">When Israel's ruler on the royal bed</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.3">In anguish and in perturbation lay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.4">The down relieved not his anointed head,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.5">And rest gave place to horror and dismay.</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.6">Fast flow'd the tears, high heaved each gasping sigh,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.7">When God's own prophet thunder'd--'Monarch, thou must die.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.9">'And must I go,' the illustrious mourner cried,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.10">'I who have served Thee still in faith and truth,</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.11">Whose snow-white conscience no foul crime has dyed</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.12">From youth to manhood, infancy to youth;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.13">Like David, who have still revered Thy word--</l>
<l id="h203-p1.14">The sovereign of myself, and servant of the L<small id="h203-p1.15">ORD</small>.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.16">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.17">The Judge Almighty heard His suppliant's moan,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.18">Repeal'd his sentence, and his health restored;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.19">The beams of mercy on his temples shone,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.20">Shot from that Heaven to which his sighs had soar'd;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.21">The Sun retreated at his Maker's nod,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.22">And miracles confirm the genuine work of G<small id="h203-p1.23">OD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.24">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.25">But, O Immortals!--What had I to plead</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.26">When Death stood o'er me with his threatening lance,</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.27">When reason left me in the time of need,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.28">And sense was lost in terror or in trance?</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.29">My sinking soul was with my blood inflamed,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.30">And the celestial image sunk, defaced and maim'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.31">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.32">I sent back memory, in heedful guise,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.33">To search the records of preceding years;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.34">Home, like the raven to the ark, she flies,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.35">Croaking bad tidings to my trembling ears:</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.36">O Sun, again that<note n="179" id="h203-p1.37"><i>again</i> [would] <i>that</i></note> thy retreat was made,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.38">And threw my follies back into the friendly shade!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.39">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.40">But soul-rejoicing health again returns,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.41">The blood meanders gentle in each vein;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.42">The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.43">And exiled reason takes her seat again:--</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.44">Brisk leaps the heart, the mind's at large once more,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.45">To love, to praise, to bless, to wonder and adore.</l>
</verse>

<pb n="163" id="h203-Page_163" />
<verse id="h203-p1.46">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.47">The virtuous partner of my nuptial bands</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.48">Appear'd a widow to my frantic sight;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.49">My little prattlers, lifting up their hands,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.50">Beckon me back to them, to life, and light;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.51">I come, ye spotless sweets! I come again,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.52">Nor have your tears been shed, nor have ye knelt in vain.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.53">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.54">--All glory to the Eternal, to the Immense,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.55">All glory to the Omniscient and Good,</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.56">Whose power 's uncircumscribed, Whose love 's intense,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.57">But yet Whose justice ne'er could be withstood</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.58">Except thro' Him--thro' Him, Who stands alone,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.59">Of worth, of weight allow'd for all mankind to atone!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.60">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.61">O Penitence!--to virtue near allied,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.62">Thou canst new joys e'en to the blest impart;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.63">The listening Angels lay their harps aside</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.64">To bear the music of thy contrite heart;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.65">And Heaven itself wears a more radiant face,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.66">When Charity presents thee to the Throne of grace!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.67">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.68">Chief of metallic forms is regal gold;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.69">Of elements, the limpid fount that flows;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.70">Give me 'mongst gems the brilliant to behold;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.71">O'er Flora's flock imperial is the rose:</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.72">Above all birds the sovereign eagle soars;</l>
<l id="h203-p1.73">And monarch of the field the lordly lion roars.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.74">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.75">What can with great Leviathan compare,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.76">Who takes his pastime in the mighty main?</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.77">What, like the Sun, shines thro' the realms of air,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.78">And gilds and glorifies th' ethereal plain?--</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.79">Yet what are these to man, who bears the sway?</l>
<l id="h203-p1.80">For all was made for him--to serve and to obey.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.81">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.82">Thus in high Heaven Charity is great,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.83">Faith, hope, devotion hold a lower place;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.84">On her the Cherubs and the Seraphs wait,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.85">Her, every virtue courts, and every grace;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.86">See! on the right, close by the Almighty's throne,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.87">In Him she shines confess'd, Who came to make her known.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h203-p1.88">
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.89">Deep-rooted in my heart then let her grow,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.90">That for the past the future may atone;</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.91">That I may act what Thou hast given to know,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h203-p1.92">That I may live for Thee, and Thee alone,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h203-p1.93">And  justify those sweetest words from Heaven,</l>
<l id="h203-p1.94">'That he shall love Thee most, to whom Thou'st most forgiven.'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h203-p2">C. Smart</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="He sang of God--the mighty source" progress="42.30%" prev="h203" next="h205" id="h204">
<pb n="164" id="h204-Page_164" />
<hymn id="h204-p0.1">
<h3 id="h204-p0.2">CCIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h204-p1">SONG TO DAVID</p>

<verse id="h204-p1.1">
<l id="h204-p1.2">He sang of G<small id="h204-p1.3">OD</small>--the mighty source</l>
<l id="h204-p1.4">Of all things--the stupendous force</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.5">On which all strength depends;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.6">From Whose right arm, beneath Whose eyes,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.7">All period, power, and enterprise</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.8">Commences, reigns, and ends.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.9">
<l id="h204-p1.10">Tell them, I <small id="h204-p1.11">AM</small>, Jehovah said</l>
<l id="h204-p1.12">To Moses; while earth heard in dread,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.13">And, smitten to the heart,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.14">At once above, beneath, around,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.15">All Nature, without voice or sound,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.16">Replied, O L<small id="h204-p1.17">ORD</small>, T<small id="h204-p1.18">HOU ART</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.19">
<l id="h204-p1.20">The world,--the clustering spheres, He made,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.21">The glorious light, the soothing shade,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.22">Dale, champaign, grove, and hill;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.23">The multitudinous abyss,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.24">Where Secrecy remains in bliss,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.25">And Wisdom hides her skill.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.26">
<l id="h204-p1.27">The pillars of the L<small id="h204-p1.28">ORD</small> are seven,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.29">Which stand from earth to topmost heaven;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.30">His Wisdom drew the plan;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.31">His Word accomplish'd the design,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.32">From brightest gem to deepest mine;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.33">From C<small id="h204-p1.34">HRIST</small> enthroned, to Man.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.35">
<l id="h204-p1.36">For Adoration all the ranks</l>
<l id="h204-p1.37">Of Angels yield eternal thanks,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.38">And David in the midst;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.39">With G<small id="h204-p1.40">OD</small>'s good poor, which, last and least</l>
<l id="h204-p1.41">In man's esteem, Thou to Thy feast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.42">O blesséd Bridegroom, bid'st!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.43">
<l id="h204-p1.44">For Adoration, David's Psalms</l>
<l id="h204-p1.45">Lift up the heart to deeds of alms;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.46">And he, who kneels and chants,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.47">Prevails his passions to control,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.48">Finds meat and medicine to the soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.49">Which for translation pants.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.50">
<l id="h204-p1.51">For Adoration, in the dome</l>
<l id="h204-p1.52">Of C<small id="h204-p1.53">HRIST</small>, the sparrows find a home;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.54">And on His olives perch:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.55">--The swallow also dwells with thee,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.56">O man of G<small id="h204-p1.57">OD</small>'s humility,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.58">Within his Saviour's Church.</l>
</verse>

<pb n="165" id="h204-Page_165" />
<verse id="h204-p1.59">
<l id="h204-p1.60">Sweet is the dew that falls betimes,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.61">And drops upon the leafy limes--</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.62">Sweet, Hermon's fragrant air:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.63">Sweet is the lily's silver bell,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.64">And sweet the wakeful tapers' smell</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.65">That watch for early prayer.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.66">
<l id="h204-p1.67">Sweet the young nurse, with love intense,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.68">Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.69">Sweet, when the lost arrive:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.70">Sweet the musician's ardour beats,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.71">While his vague mind's in quest of sweets,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.72">The choicest flowers to hive.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.73">
<l id="h204-p1.74">Strong is the horse upon his speed;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.75">Strong in pursuit the rapid glede<note n="180" id="h204-p1.76"><i>glede</i>, hawk</note>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.77">Which makes at once his game:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.78">Strong the tall ostrich an the ground;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.79">Strong through the turbulent profound</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.80">Shoots Xiphias<note n="181" id="h204-p1.81"><i>Xiphias</i>, sword-fish</note> to his aim.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.82">
<l id="h204-p1.83">Strong is the lion--like a coal</l>
<l id="h204-p1.84">His eyeball,--like a bastion's mole</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.85">His chest against the foes:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.86">Strong the gier-eagle<note n="182" id="h204-p1.87"><i>gier-eagle</i>, probably, circling</note> on his sail;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.88">Strong against tide the enormous whale</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.89">Emerges as he goes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.90">
<l id="h204-p1.91">But stronger still, in earth and air</l>
<l id="h204-p1.92">And in the sea, the man of prayer,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.93">And far beneath the tide:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.94">And in the seat to faith assign'd,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.95">Where ask is have, where seek is find,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.96">Where knock is open wide.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.97">
<l id="h204-p1.98">Precious the penitential tear;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.99">And precious is the sigh sincere,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.100">Acceptable to G<small id="h204-p1.101">OD</small>:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.102">And precious are the winning flowers,</l>
<l id="h204-p1.103">In gladsome Israel's feast of bowers</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.104">Bound on the hallow'd sod.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.105">
<l id="h204-p1.106">Glorious the sun in mid career;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.107">Glorious the assembled fires appear;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.108">Glorious the cornet's train:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.109">Glorious the trumpet and alarm;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.110">Glorious the Almighty's stretch'd-out arm;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.111">Glorious the enraptured main:</l>
<pb n="166" id="h204-Page_166" />
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.112">
<l id="h204-p1.113">Glorious the northern lights a-stream;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.114">Glorious the song, when G<small id="h204-p1.115">OD</small>'s the theme;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.116">Glorious the thunder's roar:</l>
<l id="h204-p1.117">Glorious Hosannah from the den;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.118">Glorious the catholic Amen;</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.119">Glorious the martyr's gore:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h204-p1.120">
<l id="h204-p1.121">Glorious,--more glorious,--is the crown</l>
<l id="h204-p1.122">Of Him that brought salvation down,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.123">By meekness call'd Thy Son;</l>
<l id="h204-p1.124">Thou that stupendous truth believed;--</l>
<l id="h204-p1.125">And now the matchless deed's achieved,</l>
<l class="t" id="h204-p1.126">Determined, Dared, and Done.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When Jesus, by the Virgin brought" progress="42.89%" prev="h204" next="h206" id="h205">
<hymn id="h205-p0.1">
<h3 id="h205-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p118.6" id="h205-p0.3">CCV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h205-p1">SIMEON WAITING</p>

<verse id="h205-p1.1">
<l id="h205-p1.2">When J<small id="h205-p1.3">ESUS</small>, by the Virgin brought,</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.4">(So runs the law of Heaven),</l>
<l id="h205-p1.5">Was offer'd holy to the L<small id="h205-p1.6">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.7">And at the altar given;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h205-p1.8">
<l id="h205-p1.9">Simeon the just and the devout,</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.10">Who frequent in the fane</l>
<l id="h205-p1.11">Had for the Saviour waited long,</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.12">But waited still in vain,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h205-p1.13">
<l id="h205-p1.14">Came Heaven--directed at the hour</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.15">When Mary held her Son;</l>
<l id="h205-p1.16">He stretchéd forth his aged arms,</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.17">While tears of gladness run:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h205-p1.18">
<l id="h205-p1.19">With holy joy upon his face</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.20">The good old father smiled,</l>
<l id="h205-p1.21">While fondly in his wither'd arms</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.22">He clasp'd the promised Child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h205-p1.23">
<l id="h205-p1.24">And then he lifted up to Heaven</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.25">An earnest asking eye;</l>
<l id="h205-p1.26">'My joy is full, my hour is come;</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.27">L<small id="h205-p1.28">ORD</small>, let Thy servant die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h205-p1.29">
<l id="h205-p1.30">'At last my arms embrace my L<small id="h205-p1.31">ORD</small>;</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.32">Now let their vigour cease;</l>
<l id="h205-p1.33">At last my eyes my Saviour see,</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.34">Now let them close in peace!</l>
</verse>

<pb n="167" id="h205-Page_167" />
<verse id="h205-p1.35">
<l id="h205-p1.36">'The Star and Glory of the land</l>
<l class="t" id="h205-p1.37">Hath now begun to shine;</l>
<l id="h205-p1.38">The morning that shall gild the globe</l>
<l id="h205-p1.39">Breaks on these eyes of mine!'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h205-p2">M. Bruce</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Almighty Father of mankind" progress="43.05%" prev="h205" next="h207" id="h206">
<hymn id="h206-p0.1">
<h3 id="h206-p0.2">CCVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h206-p1">TRUST IN PROVIDENCE</p>

<verse id="h206-p1.1">
<l id="h206-p1.2">Almighty Father of mankind,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.3">On Thee my hopes remain;</l>
<l id="h206-p1.4">And when the day of trouble comes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.5">I shall not trust in vain.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h206-p1.6">
<l id="h206-p1.7">Thou art our kind Preserver, from</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.8">The cradle to the tomb;</l>
<l id="h206-p1.9">And I was cast upon Thy care,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.10">E'en from my mother's womb.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h206-p1.11">
<l id="h206-p1.12">In early days Thou wast my guide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.13">And of my youth the friend;</l>
<l id="h206-p1.14">And as my days began with Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.15">With Thee my days shall end.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h206-p1.16">
<l id="h206-p1.17">In former times, when trouble came,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.18">Thou didst not stand afar;</l>
<l id="h206-p1.19">Nor didst Thou prove an absent friend</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.20">Amid the din of war.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h206-p1.21">
<l id="h206-p1.22">My G<small id="h206-p1.23">OD</small>, who caused'st me to hope,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.24">When life began to beat,</l>
<l id="h206-p1.25">And when a stranger in the world</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.26">Didst guide my wandering feet;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h206-p1.27">
<l id="h206-p1.28">Thou wilt not cast me off, when age</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.29">And evil days descend;</l>
<l id="h206-p1.30">Thou wilt not leave me in despair,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.31">To mourn my latter end!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h206-p1.32">
<l id="h206-p1.33">I know the Power in Whom I trust,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.34">The Arm on Which I lean;</l>
<l id="h206-p1.35">He will my Saviour ever be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h206-p1.36">Who has my Saviour been.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Messiah! at Thy glad approach" progress="43.21%" prev="h206" next="h208" id="h207">
<hymn id="h207-p0.1">
<h3 id="h207-p0.2">CCVII</h3>

<verse id="h207-p0.3">
<l id="h207-p0.4">Messiah! at Thy glad approach</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.5">The howling wilds are still;</l>
<l id="h207-p0.6">Thy praises fill the lonely waste,</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.7">And breathe from every hill.</l>
<pb n="168" id="h207-Page_168" />
</verse>

<verse id="h207-p0.8">
<l id="h207-p0.9">The hidden fountains, at Thy call,</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.10">Their sacred stores unlock;</l>
<l id="h207-p0.11">Loud in the desert sudden streams</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.12">Burst living from the rock.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h207-p0.13">
<l id="h207-p0.14">The incense of the Spring ascends</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.15">Upon the morning gale;</l>
<l id="h207-p0.16">Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.17">The lilies in the vale.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h207-p0.18">
<l id="h207-p0.19">The kingdom of Messiah come,</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.20">Appointed times disclose;</l>
<l id="h207-p0.21">And fairer in Emmanuel's land</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.22">The new Creation glows:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h207-p0.23">
<l id="h207-p0.24">Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.25">A robe of beauty wears;</l>
<l id="h207-p0.26">And in new Heavens a brighter Sun</l>
<l class="t" id="h207-p0.27">Leads on the promised years.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The God of Abraham praise" progress="43.32%" prev="h207" next="h209" id="h208">
<hymn id="h208-p0.1">
<h3 id="h208-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p120.2" id="h208-p0.3">CCVIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h208-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.5">The G<small id="h208-p0.6">OD</small> of Abraham praise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.7">Who reigns enthroned above,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.8">Ancient of everlasting days,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.9">And G<small id="h208-p0.10">OD</small> of love!</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.11">Jehovah! Great I <small id="h208-p0.12">AM</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.13">By earth and Heaven confest;</l>
<l id="h208-p0.14">I bow and bless the sacred Name,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.15">For ever blest!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.16">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.17">The G<small id="h208-p0.18">OD</small> of Abraham praise!</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.19">At Whose supreme command</l>
<l id="h208-p0.20">From earth I rise, and seek the joys</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.21">At His right hand:</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.22">I all on earth forsake,</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.23">Its wisdom, fame, and power,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.24">And Him my only portion make,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.25">My Shield and Tower.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.26">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.27">He by Himself hath sworn;</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.28">I on His oath depend:</l>
<l id="h208-p0.29">I shall, on eagle's wings upborne,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.30">To Heaven ascend;</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.31">I shall behold His face,</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.32">I shall His power adore,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.33">And sing the wonders of His grace</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.34">For evermore!</l>
<pb n="169" id="h208-Page_169" />
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.35">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.36">There dwells the L<small id="h208-p0.37">ORD</small> our King,</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.38">The L<small id="h208-p0.39">ORD</small> our Righteousness,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.40">Triumphant o'er the world and sin,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.41">The Prince of Peace!</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.42">On Sion's sacred height</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.43">His kingdom still maintains,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.44">And, glorious with His saints in light,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.45">For ever reigns!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.46">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.47">Before the great T<small id="h208-p0.48">HREE</small>-O<small id="h208-p0.49">NE</small></l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.50">They all exulting stand,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.51">And tell the wonders He hath done</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.52">Through all their land;</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.53">The listening spheres attend</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.54">And swell the growing fame,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.55">And sing, in songs which never end,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.56">The wondrous Name!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.57">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.58">The G<small id="h208-p0.59">OD</small>, who reigns on high,</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.60">The great Archangels sing,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.61">And, 'Holy, holy, holy,' cry,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.62">'Almighty King!</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.63">Who Was, and Is, the same,</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.64">And evermore shall be!</l>
<l id="h208-p0.65">Jehovah! Father! Great I <small id="h208-p0.66">AM</small>!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.67">We worship Thee!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.68">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.69">Before the Saviour's face</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.70">The ransom'd nations bow,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.71">O'erwhelm'd at His Almighty grace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.72">For ever new:</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.73">He shows His prints of Love;</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.74">They kindle to a flame,</l>
<l id="h208-p0.75">And sound, through all the worlds above,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.76">The slaughter'd Lamb!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h208-p0.77">
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.78">The whole triumphant host</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.79">Give thanks to G<small id="h208-p0.80">OD</small> on high;</l>
<l id="h208-p0.81">'Hail! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!'</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.82">They ever cry:</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.83">Hail! Abraham's G<small id="h208-p0.84">OD</small>, and mine!</l>
<l class="t" id="h208-p0.85">I join the heavenly lays;</l>
<l id="h208-p0.86">All might and majesty are Thine,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h208-p0.87">And endless praise!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h208-p1">T. Olivers</p>
<pb n="170" id="h208-Page_170" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Rock of Ages, cleft for me" progress="43.63%" prev="h208" next="h210" id="h209">
<hymn id="h209-p0.1">
<h3 id="h209-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p122.2" id="h209-p0.3">CCIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h209-p0.4">
<l id="h209-p0.5">Rock of Ages, cleft for me,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.6">Let me hide myself in Thee!</l>
<l id="h209-p0.7">Let the water and the blood</l>
<l id="h209-p0.8">From Thy riven side which flow'd,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.9">Be of sin the double cure,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.10">Cleanse me from its guilt and power.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h209-p0.11">
<l id="h209-p0.12">Not the labours of my hands</l>
<l id="h209-p0.13">Can fulfil Thy law's demands;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.14">Could my zeal no respite know,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.15">Could my tears for ever flow,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.16">All for sin could not atone;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.17">Thou must save, and Thou alone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h209-p0.18">
<l id="h209-p0.19">Nothing in my hand I bring;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.20">Simply to Thy Cross I cling;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.21">Naked, come to Thee for dress;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.22">Helpless, look to Thee for grace;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.23">Foul, I to the Fountain fly;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.24">Wash me, Saviour, or I die!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h209-p0.25">
<l id="h209-p0.26">While I draw this fleeting breath,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.27">When my eyestrings break in death,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.28">When I soar through tracts unknown,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.29">See Thee on Thy judgment-throne;</l>
<l id="h209-p0.30">Rock of Ages, cleft for me,</l>
<l id="h209-p0.31">Let me hide myself in Thee!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h209-p1">A. M. Toplady</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ah! give me, Lord, the single eye" progress="43.76%" prev="h209" next="h211" id="h210">
<hymn id="h210-p0.1">
<h3 id="h210-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p123.4" id="h210-p0.3">CCX</a></h3>

<verse id="h210-p0.4">
<l id="h210-p0.5">Ah! give me, L<small id="h210-p0.6">ORD</small>, the single eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.7">Which aims at nought but Thee:</l>
<l id="h210-p0.8">I fain would live, and yet not I--</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.9">But J<small id="h210-p0.10">ESUS</small> live in me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h210-p0.11">
<l id="h210-p0.12">Like Noah's dove, no rest I find</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.13">But in Thy ark of peace;</l>
<l id="h210-p0.14">Thy cross, the <a id="h210-p0.15">balance</a><note n="183" id="h210-p0.16"><i>balance</i>, see <a href="#notes-p123.4" id="h210-p0.17">Note</a></note> of my mind;</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.18">Thy wounds, my hiding-place.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h210-p0.19">
<l id="h210-p0.20">In vain the tempter spreads the snare,</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.21">If Thou my keeper art;</l>
<l id="h210-p0.22">--Get thee behind me, G<small id="h210-p0.23">OD</small> is near,</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.24">My Saviour takes my part!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h210-p0.25">
<l id="h210-p0.26">On Him my spirit I recline,</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.27">Who put my nature on;</l>
<l id="h210-p0.28">His light shall in my darkness shine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h210-p0.29">And guide me to His throne.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord! it is not life to live" progress="43.86%" prev="h210" next="h212" id="h211">
<pb n="171" id="h211-Page_171" />
<hymn id="h211-p0.1">
<h3 id="h211-p0.2">CCXI</h3>

<verse id="h211-p0.3">
<l id="h211-p0.4">L<small id="h211-p0.5">ORD</small>! it is not life to live,</l>
<l class="t" id="h211-p0.6">If Thy presence Thou deny;</l>
<l id="h211-p0.7">L<small id="h211-p0.8">ORD</small>! if Thou Thy presence give,</l>
<l class="t" id="h211-p0.9">'Tis no longer death--to die.</l>
<l id="h211-p0.10">Source and Giver of repose,</l>
<l id="h211-p0.11">Singly from Thy smile it flows;</l>
<l id="h211-p0.12">Peace and happiness are Thine,--</l>
<l id="h211-p0.13">Mine they are, if Thou art mine.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Compared with Christ, in all beside" progress="43.90%" prev="h211" next="h213" id="h212">
<hymn id="h212-p0.1">
<h3 id="h212-p0.2">CCXII</h3>

<verse id="h212-p0.3">
<l id="h212-p0.4">Compared with C<small id="h212-p0.5">HRIST</small>, in all beside</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.6">No comeliness I see;</l>
<l id="h212-p0.7">The one thing needful, dearest L<small id="h212-p0.8">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.9">Is to be one with Thee.</l>
<l id="h212-p0.10">Whatever else Thy will withholds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.11">Here grant me to succeed!</l>
<l id="h212-p0.12">O let Thyself my portion be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.13">And I am blest indeed!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h212-p0.14">
<l id="h212-p0.15">Loved of my G<small id="h212-p0.16">OD</small>, for Him again</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.17">With love intense I burn;</l>
<l id="h212-p0.18">Chosen of Thee ere time began,</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.19">I choose Thee in return!</l>
<l id="h212-p0.20">Less than Thyself will not suffice</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.21">My comfort to restore;</l>
<l id="h212-p0.22">More than Thyself I cannot have;</l>
<l class="t" id="h212-p0.23">And Thou canst give no more.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Come, Thou long-expected Jesus" progress="43.99%" prev="h212" next="h214" id="h213">
<hymn id="h213-p0.1">
<h3 id="h213-p0.2">CCXIII</h3>

<verse id="h213-p0.3">
<l id="h213-p0.4">Come, Thou long-expected J<small id="h213-p0.5">ESUS</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.6">Born to set Thy people free;</l>
<l id="h213-p0.7">From our fears and sins release us,</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.8">Let us find our rest in Thee:</l>
<l id="h213-p0.9">Israel's strength and consolation,</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.10">Hope of all the earth Thou art;</l>
<l id="h213-p0.11">Dear desire of every nation,</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.12">Joy of every longing heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h213-p0.13">
<l id="h213-p0.14">Born Thy people to deliver;</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.15">Born a Child, and yet a King;</l>
<l id="h213-p0.16">Born to reign in us for ever,</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.17">Now Thy gracious kingdom bring:</l>
<pb n="172" id="h213-Page_172" />
<l id="h213-p0.18">By Thine own eternal Spirit</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.19">Rule in all our hearts alone;</l>
<l id="h213-p0.20">By Thine all-sufficient merit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h213-p0.21">Raise us to Thy glorious throne.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h213-p1">C. Wesley</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lamb of God, I look to Thee" progress="44.08%" prev="h213" next="h215" id="h214">
<hymn id="h214-p0.1">
<h3 id="h214-p0.2">CCXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h214-p1">FOR A CHILD</p>

<verse id="h214-p1.1">
<l id="h214-p1.2">Lamb of G<small id="h214-p1.3">OD</small>, I look to Thee;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.4">Thou shalt my example be;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.5">Thou art gentle, meek, and mild;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.6">Thou wast once a little child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h214-p1.7">
<l id="h214-p1.8">Thou didst live to G<small id="h214-p1.9">OD</small> alone;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.10">Thou didst never seek Thine own;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.11">Thou Thyself didst never please;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.12">G<small id="h214-p1.13">OD</small> was all Thy happiness.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h214-p1.14">
<l id="h214-p1.15">Loving J<small id="h214-p1.16">ESU</small>, gentle Lamb,</l>
<l id="h214-p1.17">In Thy gracious hands I am;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.18">Make me, Saviour, what Thou art!</l>
<l id="h214-p1.19">Live Thyself within my heart!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h214-p1.20">
<l id="h214-p1.21">I shall then show forth Thy praise;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.22">Serve Thee all my happy days;</l>
<l id="h214-p1.23">Then the world shall always see</l>
<l id="h214-p1.24">C<small id="h214-p1.25">HRIST</small>, the Holy Child, in me.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Come, O Thou Traveller unknown" progress="44.18%" prev="h214" next="h216" id="h215">
<hymn id="h215-p0.1">
<h3 id="h215-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p124.3" id="h215-p0.3">CCXV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h215-p1">WRESTLING WITH THE ANGEL</p>

<verse id="h215-p1.1">
<l id="h215-p1.2">Come, O Thou Traveller unknown,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.3">Whom still I hold, but cannot see,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.4">My company before is gone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.5">And I am left alone with Thee;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.6">With Thee all night I mean to stay,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.7">And wrestle till the break of day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.8">
<l id="h215-p1.9">I need not tell Thee who I am,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.10">My misery or sin declare;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.11">Thyself hast call'd me by my name;</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.12">Look on Thy hands, and read it there!</l>
<l id="h215-p1.13">But Who, I ask Thee, Who art Thou?</l>
<l id="h215-p1.14">Tell me Thy Name, and tell me now.</l>
<pb n="173" id="h215-Page_173" />
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.15">
<l id="h215-p1.16">In vain Thou strugglest to get free,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.17">I never will unloose my hold;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.18">Art Thou the Man that died for me?</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.19">The secret of Thy love unfold.</l>
<l id="h215-p1.20">Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.21">Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.22">
<l id="h215-p1.23">Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.24">Thy new, unutterable Name?</l>
<l id="h215-p1.25">Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell:</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.26">To know it now, resolved I am:</l>
<l id="h215-p1.27">Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.28">Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.29">
<l id="h215-p1.30">What though my shrinking flesh complain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.31">And murmur to contend so long?</l>
<l id="h215-p1.32">I rise superior to my pain;</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.33">When I am weak, then I am strong:</l>
<l id="h215-p1.34">And when my all of strength shall fail,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.35">I shall with the G<small id="h215-p1.36">OD</small>-M<small id="h215-p1.37">AN</small> prevail.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.38">
<l id="h215-p1.39">My strength is gone; my nature dies;</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.40">I sink beneath Thy weighty hand;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.41">Faint to revive, and fall to rise;</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.42">I fall, and yet by faith I stand:</l>
<l id="h215-p1.43">I stand, and will not let Thee go,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.44">Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.45">
<l id="h215-p1.46">Yield to me now, for I am weak,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.47">But confident in self-despair;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.48">Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.49">Be conquer'd by my instant prayer!</l>
<l id="h215-p1.50">Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,--</l>
<l id="h215-p1.51">And tell me, if Thy Name is Love?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.52">
<l id="h215-p1.53">--'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.54">I hear Thy whisper in my heart!</l>
<l id="h215-p1.55">The morning breaks, the shadows flee;</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.56">Pure universal Love Thou art!</l>
<l id="h215-p1.57">To me, to all, Thy bowels move;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.58">Thy Nature and Thy Name is Love!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.59">
<l id="h215-p1.60">My prayer hath power with G<small id="h215-p1.61">OD</small>; the grace</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.62">Unspeakable I now receive;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.63">Through faith I see Thee face to face,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.64">I see Thee face to face, and live:</l>
<l id="h215-p1.65">In vain I have not wept and <a href="#notes-p124.3" id="h215-p1.66">strove</a>;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.67">Thy Nature and Thy Name is Love.</l>
<pb n="174" id="h215-Page_174" />
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.68">
<l id="h215-p1.69">I know Thee, Saviour, Who Thou art;</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.70">J<small id="h215-p1.71">ESUS</small>, the feeble sinner's Friend!</l>
<l id="h215-p1.72">Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.73">But stay, and love me to the end!</l>
<l id="h215-p1.74">Thy mercies never shall remove--</l>
<l id="h215-p1.75">Thy Nature and Thy Name is Love!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.76">
<l id="h215-p1.77">The Sun of Righteousness on me</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.78">Hath <a href="#notes-p124.3" id="h215-p1.79">rose</a>, with healing in His wings;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.80">Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.81">My soul its life and succour brings;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.82">My help is all laid up above;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.83">Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.84">
<l id="h215-p1.85">Contented now upon my thigh</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.86">I halt, till life's short journey end;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.87">All helplessness, all weakness, I</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.88">On Thee alone for strength depend;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.89">Nor have I power from Thee to move;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.90">Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h215-p1.91">
<l id="h215-p1.92">Lame as I am, I take the prey,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.93">Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;</l>
<l id="h215-p1.94">I leap for joy, pursue my way,</l>
<l class="t" id="h215-p1.95">And as a bounding hart fly home--</l>
<l id="h215-p1.96">Through all eternity to prove,</l>
<l id="h215-p1.97">Thy Nature and Thy Name is Love!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hark! how all the welkin rings" progress="44.66%" prev="h215" next="h217" id="h216">
<hymn id="h216-p0.1">
<h3 id="h216-p0.2">CCXVI</h3>

<verse id="h216-p0.3">
<l id="h216-p0.4">Hark! how all the welkin rings</l>
<l id="h216-p0.5">Glory to the King of kings!</l>
<l id="h216-p0.6">Peace on earth and mercy mild,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.7">G<small id="h216-p0.8">OD</small> and sinners reconciled!</l>
<l id="h216-p0.9">Joyful, all ye nations, rise,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.10">Join the triumph of the skies;</l>
<l id="h216-p0.11">Universal nature say,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.12">C<small id="h216-p0.13">HRIST</small> the L<small id="h216-p0.14">ORD</small> is born to-day!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h216-p0.15">
<l id="h216-p0.16">C<small id="h216-p0.17">HRIST</small>, by highest Heaven adored;</l>
<l id="h216-p0.18">C<small id="h216-p0.19">HRIST</small>, the Everlasting L<small id="h216-p0.20">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h216-p0.21">Late in time behold Him come,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.22">Offspring of a Virgin's womb:</l>
<l id="h216-p0.23">Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see;</l>
<l id="h216-p0.24">Hail, th' Incarnate Deity,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.25">Pleased as man with men t' appear,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.26">J<small id="h216-p0.27">ESUS</small>, our Immanuel here!</l>
<pb n="178" id="h216-Page_178" />
</verse>

<verse id="h216-p0.28">
<l id="h216-p0.29">Hail! the heavenly Prince of Peace!</l>
<l id="h216-p0.30">Hail the Sun of Righteousness!</l>
<l id="h216-p0.31">Light and life to all He brings,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.32">Risen with healing in His wings.</l>
<l id="h216-p0.33">Mild He lays His glory by,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.34">Born that man no more may die,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.35">Born to raise the sons of earth,</l>
<l id="h216-p0.36">Born to give them second birth.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Christ, Whose glory fills the skies" progress="44.80%" prev="h216" next="h218" id="h217">
<hymn id="h217-p0.1">
<h3 id="h217-p0.2">CCXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h217-p1">MORNING</p>

<verse id="h217-p1.1">
<l id="h217-p1.2">C<small id="h217-p1.3">HRIST</small>, Whose glory fills the skies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h217-p1.4">C<small id="h217-p1.5">HRIST</small>, the true, the only Light,</l>
<l id="h217-p1.6">Sun of Righteousness, arise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h217-p1.7">Triumph o'er the shades of night!</l>
<l id="h217-p1.8">Day-spring from on high, be near!</l>
<l id="h217-p1.9">Day-star, in my heart appear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h217-p1.10">
<l id="h217-p1.11">Dark and cheerless is the morn</l>
<l class="t" id="h217-p1.12">Unaccompanied by Thee;</l>
<l id="h217-p1.13">Joyless is the day's return,</l>
<l class="t" id="h217-p1.14">Till Thy mercy's beams I see;</l>
<l id="h217-p1.15">Till they inward light impart,</l>
<l id="h217-p1.16">Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h217-p1.17">
<l id="h217-p1.18">Visit then this soul of mine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h217-p1.19">Pierce the gloom of sin and grief!</l>
<l id="h217-p1.20">Fill me, Radiancy Divine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h217-p1.21">Scatter all my unbelief!</l>
<l id="h217-p1.22">More and more Thyself display,</l>
<l id="h217-p1.23">Shining to the perfect day!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="All praise to Him who dwells in bliss" progress="44.90%" prev="h217" next="h219" id="h218">
<hymn id="h218-p0.1">
<h3 id="h218-p0.2">CCXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h218-p1">NIGHT</p>

<verse id="h218-p1.1">
<l id="h218-p1.2">All praise to Him who dwells in bliss,</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.3">Who made both day and night;</l>
<l id="h218-p1.4">Whose throne is darkness, in th' abyss</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.5">Of uncreated light!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h218-p1.6">
<l id="h218-p1.7">Each thought and deed His piercing eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.8">With strictest search survey;</l>
<l id="h218-p1.9">The deepest shades no more disguise</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.10">Than the full blaze of day.</l>
<pb n="176" id="h218-Page_176" />
</verse>

<verse id="h218-p1.11">
<l id="h218-p1.12">Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings,</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.13">No evil shall molest:</l>
<l id="h218-p1.14">Under the shadow of Thy wings</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.15">Shall they securely rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h218-p1.16">
<l id="h218-p1.17">Thy Angels shall around their beds</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.18">Their constant stations keep;</l>
<l id="h218-p1.19">Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.20">For Thou dost never sleep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h218-p1.21">
<l id="h218-p1.22">May we, with calm and sweet repose,</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.23">And heavenly thoughts refresh'd,</l>
<l id="h218-p1.24">Our eyelids with the morn unclose,</l>
<l class="t" id="h218-p1.25">And bless the Ever-bless'd!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Times without number have I pray'd" progress="45.02%" prev="h218" next="h220" id="h219">
<hymn id="h219-p0.1">
<h3 id="h219-p0.2">CCXIX</h3>

<verse id="h219-p0.3">
<l id="h219-p0.4">Times without number have I pray'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h219-p0.5">'This only once forgive';</l>
<l id="h219-p0.6">Relapsing, when Thy hand was stay'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h219-p0.7">And suffer'd me to live:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h219-p0.8">
<l id="h219-p0.9">Yet now the kingdom of Thy peace,</l>
<l class="t" id="h219-p0.10">L<small id="h219-p0.11">ORD</small>, to my heart restore;</l>
<l id="h219-p0.12">Forgive my vain repentances,</l>
<l class="t" id="h219-p0.13">And bid me sin no more.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Come, let us join our friends above" progress="45.07%" prev="h219" next="h221" id="h220">
<hymn id="h220-p0.1">
<h3 id="h220-p0.2">CCXX</h3>

<verse id="h220-p0.3">
<l id="h220-p0.4">Come, let us join our friends above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.5">That have obtain'd the prize,</l>
<l id="h220-p0.6">And on the eagle wings of Love</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.7">To joy celestial rise.</l>
<l id="h220-p0.8">Let all the saints terrestrial sing</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.9">With those to glory gone,</l>
<l id="h220-p0.10">For all the servants of our King,</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.11">In Earth and Heaven, are one.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h220-p0.12">
<l id="h220-p0.13">One family we dwell in Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.14">One Church, above, beneath,</l>
<l id="h220-p0.15">Though now divided by the stream,</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.16">The narrow stream of death.</l>
<l id="h220-p0.17">One army of the living G<small id="h220-p0.18">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.19">To His command we bow;</l>
<l id="h220-p0.20">Part of His host hath cross'd the flood,</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.21">And part is crossing now.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h220-p0.22">
<l id="h220-p0.23">Our old companions in distress</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.24">We haste again to see,</l>
<l id="h220-p0.25">And eager long for our release</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.26">And full felicity:--</l>
<pb n="177" id="h220-Page_177" />
<l id="h220-p0.27">Oh! that we now might grasp our Guide!</l>
<l class="t" id="h220-p0.28">Oh! that the word were given!</l>
<l id="h220-p0.29">Come, L<small id="h220-p0.30">ORD</small> of hosts! the waves divide,</l>
<l id="h220-p0.31">And land us all in Heaven!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Jesu, Lover of my soul" progress="45.20%" prev="h220" next="h222" id="h221">
<hymn id="h221-p0.1">
<h3 id="h221-p0.2">CCXXI</h3>

<verse id="h221-p0.3">
<l id="h221-p0.4">J<small id="h221-p0.5">ESU</small>, Lover of my soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.6">Let me to Thy bosom fly,</l>
<l id="h221-p0.7">While the nearer waters roll,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.8">While the tempest still is high:</l>
<l id="h221-p0.9">Hide me, O my Saviour, hide</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.10">Till the storm of life is past,</l>
<l id="h221-p0.11">Safe into the haven guide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.12">O receive my soul at last!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h221-p0.13">
<l id="h221-p0.14">Other refuge have I none;</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.15">Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;</l>
<l id="h221-p0.16">Leave, ah! leave me not alone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.17">Still support and comfort me!</l>
<l id="h221-p0.18">All my trust on Thee is stay'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.19">All my help from Thee I bring:</l>
<l id="h221-p0.20">Cover my defenceless head</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.21">With the shadow of Thy wing!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h221-p0.22">
<l id="h221-p0.23">Wilt Thou not regard my call?</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.24">Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?</l>
<l id="h221-p0.25">Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall--</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.26">Lo! on Thee I cast my care!</l>
<l id="h221-p0.27">Reach me out Thy gracious hand:</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.28">While I of Thy strength receive,</l>
<l id="h221-p0.29">Hoping against hope I stand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.30">Dying, and behold I live!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h221-p0.31">
<l id="h221-p0.32">Plenteous grace with Thee is found,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.33">Grace to cover all my sin;</l>
<l id="h221-p0.34">Let the healing streams abound;</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.35">Make and keep me pure within:--</l>
<l id="h221-p0.36">Thou of Life the Fountain art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.37">Freely let me take of Thee;</l>
<l id="h221-p0.38">Spring Thou up within my heart,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h221-p0.39">Rise to all eternity!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="To God, ye choir above, begin" progress="45.37%" prev="h221" next="h223" id="h222">
<hymn id="h222-p0.1">
<h3 id="h222-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p127.4" id="h222-p0.3">CCXXII</a></h3>

<verse id="h222-p0.4">
<l id="h222-p0.5">To G<small id="h222-p0.6">OD</small>, ye choir above, begin</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.7">A hymn so loud and strong</l>
<l id="h222-p0.8">That all the universe may hear</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.9">And join the grateful song.</l>
<pb n="178" id="h222-Page_178" />
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.10">
<l id="h222-p0.11">Praise Him, thou sun, Who dwells unseen</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.12">Amidst transcendent light,</l>
<l id="h222-p0.13">Where thy refulgent orb would seem</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.14">A spot, as dark as night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.15">
<l id="h222-p0.16">Thou silver moon, ye host of stars,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.17">The universal song</l>
<l id="h222-p0.18">Through the serene and silent night</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.19">To listening worlds prolong.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.20">
<l id="h222-p0.21">Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.22">From whence no travelling ray</l>
<l id="h222-p0.23">Hath yet to us, through ages past,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.24">Had time to make its way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.25">
<l id="h222-p0.26">Assist, ye raging storms, and bear</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.27">On rapid wings His praise,</l>
<l id="h222-p0.28">From north to south, from east to west,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.29">Through heaven, and earth, and seas.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.30">
<l id="h222-p0.31">Exert your voice, ye furious fires</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.32">That rend the watery cloud,</l>
<l id="h222-p0.33">And thunder to this nether world</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.34">Your Maker's words aloud.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.35">
<l id="h222-p0.36">Ye works of G<small id="h222-p0.37">OD</small>, that dwell unknown</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.38">Beneath the rolling main;</l>
<l id="h222-p0.39">Ye birds, that sing among the groves,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.40">And sweep the azure plain;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.41">
<l id="h222-p0.42">Ye stately hills, that rear your heads,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.43">And towering pierce the sky;</l>
<l id="h222-p0.44">Ye clouds, that with an awful pace</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.45">Majestic roll on high;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.46">
<l id="h222-p0.47">Ye insects small, to which one leaf</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.48">Within its narrow sides</l>
<l id="h222-p0.49">A vast extended world displays,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.50">And spacious realms provides;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.51">
<l id="h222-p0.52">Ye race, still less than these, with which</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.53">The stagnant water teems,</l>
<l id="h222-p0.54">To which one drop, however small,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.55">A boundless ocean seems;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h222-p0.56">
<l id="h222-p0.57">--Whate'er ye are, where'er ye dwell,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.58">Ye creatures great or small,</l>
<l id="h222-p0.59">Adore the Wisdom, praise the Power,</l>
<l class="t" id="h222-p0.60">That made and governs all.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h222-p1">P. Skelton</p>
<pb n="179" id="h222-Page_179" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Children of the Heavenly King" progress="45.63%" prev="h222" next="h224" id="h223">
<hymn id="h223-p0.1">
<h3 id="h223-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p129.2" id="h223-p0.3">CCXXIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h223-p0.4">
<l id="h223-p0.5">Children of the Heavenly King,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.6">As ye journey, sweetly sing;</l>
<l id="h223-p0.7">Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.8">Glorious in His works and ways!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h223-p0.9">
<l id="h223-p0.10">We are travelling home to G<small id="h223-p0.11">OD</small>,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.12">In the way the Fathers trod;</l>
<l id="h223-p0.13">They are happy now; and we</l>
<l id="h223-p0.14">Soon their happiness shall see.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h223-p0.15">
<l id="h223-p0.16">Shout, ye little flock, and blest!</l>
<l id="h223-p0.17">You on J<small id="h223-p0.18">ESUS</small>' Throne shall rest;</l>
<l id="h223-p0.19">There your seat is now prepared,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.20">There your kingdom and reward.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h223-p0.21">
<l id="h223-p0.22">Lift your eyes, ye sons of Light!</l>
<l id="h223-p0.23">Zion's city is in sight:</l>
<l id="h223-p0.24">There our endless home shall be,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.25">There our L<small id="h223-p0.26">ORD</small> we soon shall see.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h223-p0.27">
<l id="h223-p0.28">Fear not, brethren; joyful stand</l>
<l id="h223-p0.29">On the borders of your land;</l>
<l id="h223-p0.30">J<small id="h223-p0.31">ESUS</small> C<small id="h223-p0.32">HRIST</small>, your Father's Son,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.33">Bids you undismay'd go on.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h223-p0.34">
<l id="h223-p0.35">L<small id="h223-p0.36">ORD</small>! obediently we go,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.37">Gladly leaving all below:</l>
<l id="h223-p0.38">Only Thou our Leader be,</l>
<l id="h223-p0.39">And we still will follow Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h223-p1">J. Cennick</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In evil long I took delight" progress="45.77%" prev="h223" next="h225" id="h224">
<hymn id="h224-p0.1">
<h3 id="h224-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p130.2" id="h224-p0.3">CCXXIV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h224-p1">A VISION OF LIFE IN DEATH</p>

<verse id="h224-p1.1">
<l id="h224-p1.2">In evil long I took delight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.3">Unawed by shame or fear,</l>
<l id="h224-p1.4">Till a new object struck my sight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.5">And stopp'd my wild career:</l>
<l id="h224-p1.6">I saw One hanging on a Tree</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.7">In agonies and blood,</l>
<l id="h224-p1.8">Who fix'd His languid eyes on me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.9">As near His Cross I stood.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h224-p1.10">
<l id="h224-p1.11">Sure never till my latest breath</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.12">Can I forget that look:</l>
<l id="h224-p1.13">It seem'd to charge me with His death,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.14">Though not a word He spoke:</l>
<pb n="180" id="h224-Page_180" />
<l id="h224-p1.15">My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.16">And plunged me in despair;</l>
<l id="h224-p1.17">I saw my sins His Blood had spilt,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.18">And help'd to nail Him there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h224-p1.19">
<l id="h224-p1.20">Alas! I knew not what I did!</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.21">But now my tears are vain:</l>
<l id="h224-p1.22">Where shall my trembling soul be hid?</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.23">For I the L<small id="h224-p1.24">ORD</small> have slain!</l>
<l id="h224-p1.25">--A second look He gave, which said,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.26">'I freely all forgive;</l>
<l id="h224-p1.27">This Blood is for thy ransom paid</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.28">I die, that thou may'st live.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h224-p1.29">
<l id="h224-p1.30">Thus, while His death my sin displays</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.31">In all its blackest hue,</l>
<l id="h224-p1.32">Such is the mystery of grace,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.33">It seals my pardon too.</l>
<l id="h224-p1.34">With pleasing grief, and mournful joy,</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.35">My spirit now is fill'd,</l>
<l id="h224-p1.36">That I should such a life destroy,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h224-p1.37">Yet live by Him I kill'd!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h224-p2">J. Newton</p>

<p class="cnote" id="h224-p3">See <a href="#notes-p130.2" id="h224-p3.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat" progress="45.96%" prev="h224" next="h226" id="h225">
<hymn id="h225-p0.1">
<h3 id="h225-p0.2">CCXXV</h3>

<verse id="h225-p0.3">
<l id="h225-p0.4">Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.5">Where J<small id="h225-p0.6">ESUS</small> answers prayer;</l>
<l id="h225-p0.7">There humbly fall before His feet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.8">For none can perish there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h225-p0.9">
<l id="h225-p0.10">Thy promise is my only plea,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.11">With this I venture nigh;</l>
<l id="h225-p0.12">Thou callest burden'd souls to Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.13">And such, O L<small id="h225-p0.14">ORD</small>, am I.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h225-p0.15">
<l id="h225-p0.16">Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.17">By Satan sorely prest,</l>
<l id="h225-p0.18">By war without, and fears within,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.19">I come to Thee for rest:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h225-p0.20">
<l id="h225-p0.21">Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.22">That, shelter'd near Thy side,</l>
<l id="h225-p0.23">I may my fierce accuser face,</l>
<l class="t" id="h225-p0.24">And tell him, Thou hast died!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds" progress="46.05%" prev="h225" next="h227" id="h226">
<hymn id="h226-p0.1">
<h3 id="h226-p0.2">CCXXVI</h3>

<verse id="h226-p0.3">
<l id="h226-p0.4">How sweet the Name of J<small id="h226-p0.5">ESUS</small> sounds</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.6">In a believer's ear!</l>
<l id="h226-p0.7">It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.8">And drives away his fear!</l>
<pb n="181" id="h226-Page_181" />
</verse>

<verse id="h226-p0.9">
<l id="h226-p0.10">It makes the wounded spirit whole</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.11">And calms the troubled breast;</l>
<l id="h226-p0.12">Tis manna to the hungry soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.13">And to the weary, rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h226-p0.14">
<l id="h226-p0.15">Dear Name! the rock on which I build,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.16">My shield and hiding-place,</l>
<l id="h226-p0.17">My never-failing treasury, fill'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.18">With boundless stores of grace,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h226-p0.19">
<l id="h226-p0.20">By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.21">Although with sin defiled;</l>
<l id="h226-p0.22">Satan accuses me in vain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.23">And I am own'd a Child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h226-p0.24">
<l id="h226-p0.25">Weak is the effort of my heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.26">And cold my warmest thought;</l>
<l id="h226-p0.27">But, when I see Thee as Thou art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.28">I'll praise Thee as I ought.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h226-p0.29">
<l id="h226-p0.30">Till then, I would Thy love proclaim</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.31">With every fleeting breath;</l>
<l id="h226-p0.32">And may the music of Thy Name</l>
<l class="t" id="h226-p0.33">Refresh my soul in death!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Quiet, Lord, my froward heart" progress="46.18%" prev="h226" next="h228" id="h227">
<hymn id="h227-p0.1">
<h3 id="h227-p0.2">CCXXVII</h3>

<verse id="h227-p0.3">
<l id="h227-p0.4">Quiet, L<small id="h227-p0.5">ORD</small>, my froward heart:</l>
<l id="h227-p0.6">Make me teachable and mild,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.7">Upright, simple, free from art,--</l>
<l id="h227-p0.8">Make me as a weanéd child:</l>
<l id="h227-p0.9">From distrust and envy free,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.10">Pleased with all that pleases Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h227-p0.11">
<l id="h227-p0.12">What Thou shalt to-day provide,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.13">Let me as a child receive;</l>
<l id="h227-p0.14">What to-morrow may betide,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.15">Calmly to Thy wisdom leave;</l>
<l id="h227-p0.16">'Tis enough that Thou wilt care:</l>
<l id="h227-p0.17">Why should I the burden bear?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h227-p0.18">
<l id="h227-p0.19">As a little child relies</l>
<l id="h227-p0.20">On a care beyond his own,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.21">Knows he's neither strong nor wise,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.22">Fears to stir a step alone;</l>
<l id="h227-p0.23">Let me thus with Thee abide,</l>
<l id="h227-p0.24">As my Father, Guard, and Guide.</l>
<pb n="182" id="h227-Page_182" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The Lord will happiness divine" progress="46.28%" prev="h227" next="h229" id="h228">
<hymn id="h228-p0.1">
<h3 id="h228-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p132.2" id="h228-p0.3">CCXXVIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h228-p0.4">
<l id="h228-p0.5">The L<small id="h228-p0.6">ORD</small> will happiness divine</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.7">On contrite hearts bestow;</l>
<l id="h228-p0.8">Then tell me, gracious G<small id="h228-p0.9">OD</small>, is mine</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.10">A contrite heart, or no?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h228-p0.11">
<l id="h228-p0.12">I hear, but seem to hear in vain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.13">Insensible as steel;</l>
<l id="h228-p0.14">If aught is felt, 'tis only pain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.15">To find I cannot feel.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h228-p0.16">
<l id="h228-p0.17">My best desires are faint and few,</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.18">I fain would strive for more;</l>
<l id="h228-p0.19">But when I cry, 'My strength renew!'</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.20">Seem weaker than before.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h228-p0.21">
<l id="h228-p0.22">Thy saints are comforted, I know,</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.23">And love Thy house of prayer;</l>
<l id="h228-p0.24">I therefore go where others go,</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.25">But find no comfort there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h228-p0.26">
<l id="h228-p0.27">Oh make this heart rejoice or ache!</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.28">Decide this doubt for me;</l>
<l id="h228-p0.29">And if it be not broken, break,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h228-p0.30">And heal it if it be.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h228-p1">W. Cowper</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hark, my soul! it is the Lord" progress="46.40%" prev="h228" next="h230" id="h229">
<hymn id="h229-p0.1">
<h3 id="h229-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p132.2" id="h229-p0.3">CCXXIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h229-p0.4">
<l id="h229-p0.5">Hark, my soul! it is the L<small id="h229-p0.6">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h229-p0.7">'Tis thy Saviour,--hear His word;</l>
<l id="h229-p0.8">J<small id="h229-p0.9">ESUS</small> speaks, and speaks to thee,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.10">'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h229-p0.11">
<l id="h229-p0.12">'I deliver'd thee when bound,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.13">And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound;</l>
<l id="h229-p0.14">Sought thee wandering, set thee right;</l>
<l id="h229-p0.15">Turn'd thy darkness into light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h229-p0.16">
<l id="h229-p0.17">'Can a woman's tender care</l>
<l id="h229-p0.18">Cease towards the child she bare?</l>
<l id="h229-p0.19">Yes, she may forgetful be,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.20">Yet will I remember thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h229-p0.21">
<l id="h229-p0.22">'Mine is an unchanging love,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.23">Higher than the heights above,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.24">Deeper than the depths beneath,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.25">Free and faithful, strong as death.</l>
<pb n="183" id="h229-Page_183" />
</verse>

<verse id="h229-p0.26">
<l id="h229-p0.27">'Thou shalt see My glory soon,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.28">When the work of grace is done;</l>
<l id="h229-p0.29">Partner of My throne shalt be;--</l>
<l id="h229-p0.30">Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h229-p0.31">
<l id="h229-p0.32">L<small id="h229-p0.33">ORD</small>, it is my chief complaint,</l>
<l id="h229-p0.34">That my love is weak and faint;</l>
<l id="h229-p0.35">Yet I love Thee and adore,--</l>
<l id="h229-p0.36">Oh! for grace to love Thee more!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Lord, my best desire fulfil" progress="46.54%" prev="h229" next="h231" id="h230">
<hymn id="h230-p0.1">
<h3 id="h230-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p132.2" id="h230-p0.3">CCXXX</a></h3>

<verse id="h230-p0.4">
<l id="h230-p0.5">O L<small id="h230-p0.6">ORD</small>, my best desire fulfil,</l>
<l class="t" id="h230-p0.7">And help me to resign</l>
<l id="h230-p0.8">Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,</l>
<l class="t" id="h230-p0.9">And make Thy pleasure mine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h230-p0.10">
<l id="h230-p0.11">Why should I shrink at Thy command,</l>
<l class="t" id="h230-p0.12">Whose love forbids my fears?</l>
<l id="h230-p0.13">Or tremble at the gracious hand</l>
<l class="t" id="h230-p0.14">That wipes away my tears?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h230-p0.15">
<l id="h230-p0.16">No, rather let me freely yield</l>
<l class="t" id="h230-p0.17">What most I prize to Thee;</l>
<l id="h230-p0.18">Who never hast a good withheld,</l>
<l class="t" id="h230-p0.19">Or wilt withhold from me!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sometimes a light surprises" progress="46.61%" prev="h230" next="h232" id="h231">
<hymn id="h231-p0.1">
<h3 id="h231-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p133.2" id="h231-p0.3">CCXXXI</a></h3>

<verse id="h231-p0.4">
<l id="h231-p0.5">Sometimes a light surprises</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.6">The Christian while he sings;</l>
<l id="h231-p0.7">It is the L<small id="h231-p0.8">ORD</small> who rises</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.9">With healing in His wings:</l>
<l id="h231-p0.10">When comforts are declining,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.11">He grants the soul again</l>
<l id="h231-p0.12">A season of clear shining,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.13">To cheer it after rain.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h231-p0.14">
<l id="h231-p0.15">In holy contemplation,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.16">We sweetly then pursue</l>
<l id="h231-p0.17">The theme of G<small id="h231-p0.18">OD</small>'s salvation,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.19">And find it ever new:</l>
<l id="h231-p0.20">Set free from present sorrow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.21">We cheerfully can say,</l>
<l id="h231-p0.22">E'en let the unknown to-morrow</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.23">Bring with it what it may!</l>
<pb n="184" id="h231-Page_184" />
</verse>

<verse id="h231-p0.24">
<l id="h231-p0.25">It can bring with it nothing</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.26">But He will bear us through;</l>
<l id="h231-p0.27">Who gives the lilies clothing</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.28">Will clothe His people too;</l>
<l id="h231-p0.29">Beneath the spreading heavens</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.30">No creature but is fed;</l>
<l id="h231-p0.31">And He who feeds the ravens</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.32">Will give His children bread.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h231-p0.33">
<l id="h231-p0.34">Though vine nor fig-tree neither</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.35">Their wonted fruit shall bear,</l>
<l id="h231-p0.36">Though all the field should wither,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.37">Nor flocks nor herds be there:</l>
<l id="h231-p0.38">Yet G<small id="h231-p0.39">OD</small> the same abiding,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.40">His praise shall tune my voice;</l>
<l id="h231-p0.41">For, while in Him confiding,</l>
<l class="t" id="h231-p0.42">I cannot but rejoice.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="To keep the lamp alive" progress="46.77%" prev="h231" next="h233" id="h232">
<hymn id="h232-p0.1">
<h3 id="h232-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p132.2" id="h232-p0.3">CCXXXII</a></h3>

<verse id="h232-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.5">To keep the lamp alive,</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.6">With oil we fill the bowl;</l>
<l id="h232-p0.7">'Tis water makes the willow thrive,</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.8">And grace that feeds the soul.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h232-p0.9">
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.10">The L<small id="h232-p0.11">ORD</small>'s unsparing hand</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.12">Supplies the living stream;</l>
<l id="h232-p0.13">It is not at our own command,</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.14">But still derived from Him.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h232-p0.15">
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.16">Beware of Peter's word,</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.17">Nor confidently say,</l>
<l id="h232-p0.18">I never will deny Thee, Lord,'--</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.19">But,--'Grant I never may.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h232-p0.20">
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.21">Man's wisdom is to seek</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.22">His strength in G<small id="h232-p0.23">OD</small> alone;</l>
<l id="h232-p0.24">And e'en an Angel would be weak</l>
<l class="t" id="h232-p0.25">Who trusted in his own.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Far from the world, O Lord, I flee" progress="46.85%" prev="h232" next="h234" id="h233">
<hymn id="h233-p0.1">
<h3 id="h233-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p134.2" id="h233-p0.3">CCXXXIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h233-p0.4">
<l id="h233-p0.5">Far from the world, O L<small id="h233-p0.6">ORD</small>, I flee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.7">From strife and tumult far;</l>
<l id="h233-p0.8">From scenes where Satan wages still</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.9">His most successful war.</l>
<pb n="185" id="h233-Page_185" />
</verse>

<verse id="h233-p0.10">
<l id="h233-p0.11">The calm retreat, the silent shade,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.12">With prayer and praise agree;</l>
<l id="h233-p0.13">And seem by Thy sweet bounty made</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.14">For those who follow Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h233-p0.15">
<l id="h233-p0.16">There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.17">And grace her mean abode,</l>
<l id="h233-p0.18">Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.19">She communes with her G<small id="h233-p0.20">OD</small>!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h233-p0.21">
<l id="h233-p0.22">There, like the nightingale, she pours</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.23">Her solitary lays;</l>
<l id="h233-p0.24">Nor asks a witness of her song,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.25">Nor thirsts for human praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h233-p0.26">
<l id="h233-p0.27">Author and guardian of my life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.28">Sweet source of light divine,</l>
<l id="h233-p0.29">And--all harmonious names in one--</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.30">My Saviour! Thou art mine!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h233-p0.31">
<l id="h233-p0.32">What thanks I owe Thee, and what love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.33">A boundless, endless store,</l>
<l id="h233-p0.34">Shall echo through the realms above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h233-p0.35">When time shall be no more.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h233-p1">See <a href="#notes-p134.2" id="h233-p1.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause" progress="47.00%" prev="h233" next="h235" id="h234">
<hymn id="h234-p0.1">
<h3 id="h234-p0.2">CCXXXIV</h3>

<verse id="h234-p0.3">
<l id="h234-p0.4">O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.5">Of all my hope and fear!</l>
<l id="h234-p0.6">In Whose dread presence, ere an hour,</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.7">Perhaps I must appear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h234-p0.8">
<l id="h234-p0.9">If I have wander'd in those paths</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.10">Of life I ought to shun;</l>
<l id="h234-p0.11">As something, loudly in my breast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.12">Remonstrates I have done;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h234-p0.13">
<l id="h234-p0.14">Thou know'st that Thou hast forméd me</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.15">With passions wild and strong;</l>
<l id="h234-p0.16">And listening to their witching voice</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.17">Has often led me wrong.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h234-p0.18">
<l id="h234-p0.19">Where human weakness has come short,</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.20">Or frailty stept aside,</l>
<l id="h234-p0.21">Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.22">In shades of darkness hide.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h234-p0.23">
<l id="h234-p0.24">Where with intention I have err'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.25">No other plea I have</l>
<l id="h234-p0.26">But, Thou art good; and Goodness still</l>
<l class="t" id="h234-p0.27">Delighteth to forgive.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h234-p1">R. Burns</p>
<pb n="186" id="h234-Page_186" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sweet dreams, form a shade" progress="47.11%" prev="h234" next="h236" id="h235">
<hymn id="h235-p0.1">
<h3 id="h235-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p135.2" id="h235-p0.3">CCXXXV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h235-p1">CRADLE SONG</p>

<verse id="h235-p1.1">
<l id="h235-p1.2">Sweet dreams, form a shade</l>
<l id="h235-p1.3">O'er my lovely infant's head!</l>
<l id="h235-p1.4">Sweet dreams of pleasant streams</l>
<l id="h235-p1.5">By happy, silent, moony beams!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h235-p1.6">
<l id="h235-p1.7">Sweet sleep, with soft down</l>
<l id="h235-p1.8">Weave thy brows an infant crown!</l>
<l id="h235-p1.9">Sweet sleep, angel mild,</l>
<l id="h235-p1.10">Hover o'er my happy child!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h235-p1.11">
<l id="h235-p1.12">Sweet babe, in thy face</l>
<l id="h235-p1.13">Holy image I can trace;</l>
<l id="h235-p1.14">Sweet babe, once like thee</l>
<l id="h235-p1.15">Thy Maker lay, and wept for me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h235-p1.16">
<l id="h235-p1.17">Wept for me, for thee, for all,</l>
<l id="h235-p1.18">When He was an Infant small.</l>
<l id="h235-p1.19">Thou His image ever see<note n="184" id="h235-p1.20"><i>ever</i> [dost] <i>see</i></note>,</l>
<l id="h235-p1.21">Heavenly face that smiles on thee!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h235-p1.22">
<l id="h235-p1.23">Smiles on thee, on me, on all,</l>
<l id="h235-p1.24">Who became an Infant small;</l>
<l id="h235-p1.25">Infant smiles like His own smile</l>
<l id="h235-p1.26">Heaven and earth to peace beguile.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h235-p2">W. Blake</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Can I see another's woe" progress="47.23%" prev="h235" next="h237" id="h236">
<hymn id="h236-p0.1">
<h3 id="h236-p0.2">CCXXXVI</h3>

<verse id="h236-p0.3">
<l id="h236-p0.4">Can I see another's woe,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.5">And not be in sorrow too?</l>
<l id="h236-p0.6">Can I see another's grief,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.7">And not seek for kind relief?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.8">
<l id="h236-p0.9">Can I see a falling tear,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.10">And not feel my sorrow's share?</l>
<l id="h236-p0.11">Can a father see his child</l>
<l id="h236-p0.12">Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.13">
<l id="h236-p0.14">Can a mother sit and hear</l>
<l id="h236-p0.15">An infant groan, an infant fear!</l>
<l id="h236-p0.16">No, no! never can it be!</l>
<l id="h236-p0.17">Never, never can it be!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.18">
<l id="h236-p0.19">And can He, who smiles on all,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.20">Hear the wren, with sorrows small,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.21">Hear the small bird's grief and care,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.22">Hear the woes that infants bear?</l>
<pb n="187" id="h236-Page_187" />
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.23">
<l id="h236-p0.24">And not sit beside the nest</l>
<l id="h236-p0.25">Pouring Pity in their breast?</l>
<l id="h236-p0.26">And not sit the cradle near</l>
<l id="h236-p0.27">Weeping tear on infant's tear?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.28">
<l id="h236-p0.29">And not sit both night and day,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.30">Wiping all our tears away?</l>
<l id="h236-p0.31">Oh, no! never can it be!</l>
<l id="h236-p0.32">Never, never can it be!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.33">
<l id="h236-p0.34">He doth give His joy to all:</l>
<l id="h236-p0.35">He becomes an infant small,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.36">He becomes a Man of woe,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.37">He doth feel the sorrow too.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.38">
<l id="h236-p0.39">Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.40">And thy Maker is not by:</l>
<l id="h236-p0.41">Think not thou canst weep a tear,</l>
<l id="h236-p0.42">And thy Maker is not near.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h236-p0.43">
<l id="h236-p0.44">Oh! He gives to us His joy</l>
<l id="h236-p0.45">That our griefs He may destroy:</l>
<l id="h236-p0.46">Till our grief is fled and gone</l>
<l id="h236-p0.47">He doth sit by us and moan.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Little lamb, who made thee" progress="47.42%" prev="h236" next="h238" id="h237">
<hymn id="h237-p0.1">
<h3 id="h237-p0.2">CCXXXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h237-p1">THE LAMB</p>

<verse id="h237-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.2">Little lamb, who made thee?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.3">Dost thou know who made thee?</l>
<l id="h237-p1.4">Gave thee life, and bade thee feed</l>
<l id="h237-p1.5">By the stream and o'er the mead;</l>
<l id="h237-p1.6">Gave thee clothing of delight,</l>
<l id="h237-p1.7">Softest clothing, woolly bright;</l>
<l id="h237-p1.8">Gave thee such a tender voice,</l>
<l id="h237-p1.9">Making all the vales rejoice?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.10">Little lamb, who made thee?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.11">Dost thou know Who made thee?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h237-p1.12">
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.13">Little lamb, I'll tell thee;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.14">Little lamb, I'll tell thee;</l>
<l id="h237-p1.15">He is calléd by thy name</l>
<l id="h237-p1.16">For He calls Himself a Lamb.</l>
<l id="h237-p1.17">He is meek and He is mild,</l>
<l id="h237-p1.18">He became a little child.</l>
<l id="h237-p1.19">I a child, and thou a lamb,</l>
<l id="h237-p1.20">We are calléd by His name.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.21">Little lamb, G<small id="h237-p1.22">OD</small> bless thee!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h237-p1.23">Little lamb, G<small id="h237-p1.24">OD</small> bless thee!</l>
<pb n="188" id="h237-Page_188" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The door of death is made of gold" progress="47.53%" prev="h237" next="h239" id="h238">
<hymn id="h238-p0.1">
<h3 id="h238-p0.2">CCXXXVIII</h3>

<verse id="h238-p0.3">
<l id="h238-p0.4">The door of death is made of gold,</l>
<l id="h238-p0.5">That mortal eyes cannot behold:--</l>
<l id="h238-p0.6">But when the mortal eyes are closed,</l>
<l id="h238-p0.7">And cold and pale the limbs reposed,</l>
<l id="h238-p0.8">The Soul awakes and, wondering, sees</l>
<l id="h238-p0.9">In her mild hand the golden keys.</l>
<l id="h238-p0.10">--The grave is Heaven's golden gate,</l>
<l id="h238-p0.11">And rich and poor around it wait.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="For ever with the Lord" progress="47.59%" prev="h238" next="h240" id="h239">
<hymn id="h239-p0.1">
<h3 id="h239-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p138.2" id="h239-p0.3">CCXXXIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h239-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.5">For ever with the L<small id="h239-p0.6">ORD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.7">Amen! so let it be!</l>
<l id="h239-p0.8">Life from the dead is in that word,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.9">And immortality!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.10">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.11">Here in the body pent,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.12">Absent from Him I roam,</l>
<l id="h239-p0.13">Yet nightly pitch my moving tent</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.14">A day's march nearer home.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.15">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.16">My Father's house on high,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.17">Home of my soul! how near,</l>
<l id="h239-p0.18">At times, to Faith's foreseeing eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.19">Thy golden gates appear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.20">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.21">Ah! then my spirit faints</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.22">To reach the land I love,</l>
<l id="h239-p0.23">The bright inheritance of saints,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.24">Jerusalem above!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.25">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.26">Yet clouds will intervene,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.27">And all my prospect flies;</l>
<l id="h239-p0.28">Like Noah's dove, I flit between</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.29">Rough seas and stormy skies.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.30">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.31">Anon the clouds depart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.32">The winds and waters cease;</l>
<l id="h239-p0.33">While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.34">Expands the bow of peace!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.35">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.36">Beneath its glowing arch,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.37">Along the hallow'd ground,</l>
<l id="h239-p0.38">I see cherubic armies march,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.39">A camp of fire around.</l>
<pb n="189" id="h239-Page_189" />
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.40">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.41">I hear at morn and even,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.42">At noon and midnight hour,</l>
<l id="h239-p0.43">The choral harmonies of Heaven</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.44">Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h239-p0.45">
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.46">Then, then I feel, that He,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.47">Remember'd or forgot,</l>
<l id="h239-p0.48">The L<small id="h239-p0.49">ORD</small>, is never far from me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h239-p0.50">Though I perceive Him not.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h239-p1">J. Montgomery</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="To Thy temple I repair" progress="47.77%" prev="h239" next="h241" id="h240">
<hymn id="h240-p0.1">
<h3 id="h240-p0.2">CCXL</h3>

<verse id="h240-p0.3">
<l id="h240-p0.4">To Thy temple I repair;</l>
<l id="h240-p0.5">L<small id="h240-p0.6">ORD</small>, I love to worship there,</l>
<l id="h240-p0.7">When, within the veil, I meet</l>
<l id="h240-p0.8">C<small id="h240-p0.9">HRIST</small> before the mercy-seat.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h240-p0.10">
<l id="h240-p0.11">Thou, through Him, art reconciled;</l>
<l id="h240-p0.12">I, through Him, became Thy child;</l>
<l id="h240-p0.13">Abba! Father! give me grace</l>
<l id="h240-p0.14">In Thy courts to seek Thy face!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h240-p0.15">
<l id="h240-p0.16">While Thy glorious praise is sung,</l>
<l id="h240-p0.17">Touch my lips, unloose my tongue;</l>
<l id="h240-p0.18">Hear me, for Thy S<small id="h240-p0.19">PIRIT</small> pleads;</l>
<l id="h240-p0.20">Hear, for J<small id="h240-p0.21">ESUS</small> intercedes!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h240-p0.22">
<l id="h240-p0.23">From Thy house when I return,</l>
<l id="h240-p0.24">May my heart within me burn;</l>
<l id="h240-p0.25">And at evening let me say,</l>
<l id="h240-p0.26">--I have walk'd with G<small id="h240-p0.27">OD</small> to-day!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Prayer is the soul's sincere desire" progress="47.86%" prev="h240" next="h242" id="h241">
<hymn id="h241-p0.1">
<h3 id="h241-p0.2">CCXLI</h3>

<verse id="h241-p0.3">
<l id="h241-p0.4">Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.5">Utter'd, or unexpress'd;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.6">The motion of a hidden fire</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.7">That trembles in the breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.8">
<l id="h241-p0.9">Prayer is the burden of a sigh,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.10">The falling of a tear;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.11">The upward glancing of an eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.12">When none but G<small id="h241-p0.13">OD</small> is near.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.14">
<l id="h241-p0.15">Prayer is the simplest form of speech</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.16">That infant lips can try;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.17">Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.18">The Majesty on high.</l>
<pb n="190" id="h241-Page_190" />
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.19">
<l id="h241-p0.20">Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.21">Returning from his ways;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.22">While Angels in their songs rejoice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.23">And cry, Behold, he prays!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.24">
<l id="h241-p0.25">Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.26">The Christian's native air;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.27">His watch-word at the gates of death;</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.28">He enters Heaven with prayer.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.29">
<l id="h241-p0.30">The saints, in prayer, appear as one</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.31">In word, and deed, and mind;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.32">While with the Father and the Son</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.33">Sweet fellowship they find.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.34">
<l id="h241-p0.35">Nor prayer is made on earth, alone:</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.36">The Holy S<small id="h241-p0.37">PIRIT</small> pleads;</l>
<l id="h241-p0.38">And J<small id="h241-p0.39">ESUS</small>, on the eternal Throne,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.40">For mourners intercedes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h241-p0.41">
<l id="h241-p0.42">O Thou, by Whom we come to G<small id="h241-p0.43">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.44">The Life, the Truth, the Way!</l>
<l id="h241-p0.45">The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:</l>
<l class="t" id="h241-p0.46">L<small id="h241-p0.47">ORD</small>! teach us how to pray!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When gathering clouds around I view" progress="48.05%" prev="h241" next="h243" id="h242">
<hymn id="h242-p0.1">
<h3 id="h242-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p139.3" id="h242-p0.3">CCXLII</a></h3>

<verse id="h242-p0.4">
<l id="h242-p0.5">When gathering clouds around I view,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.6">And days are dark and friends are few,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.7">On Him I lean, Who not in vain</l>
<l id="h242-p0.8">Experienced every human pain;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.9">He sees my wants, allays my fears,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.10">And counts and treasures up my tears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h242-p0.11">
<l id="h242-p0.12">If aught should tempt my soul to stray</l>
<l id="h242-p0.13">From heavenly wisdom's narrow way;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.14">To fly the good I would pursue,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.15">Or do the sin I would not do;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.16">Still He, Who felt temptation's power,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.17">Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h242-p0.18">
<l id="h242-p0.19">If wounded love my bosom swell,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.20">Deceived by those I prized too well;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.21">He shall His pitying aid bestow,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.22">Who felt on earth severer woe,--</l>
<l id="h242-p0.23">At once betray'd, denied, or fled,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.24">By those who shared His daily bread.</l>
<pb n="191" id="h242-Page_191" />
</verse>

<verse id="h242-p0.25">
<l id="h242-p0.26">If vexing thoughts within me rise,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.27">And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.28">Still He, Who once vouchsafed to bear</l>
<l id="h242-p0.29">The sickening anguish of despair,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.30">Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.31">The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h242-p0.32">
<l id="h242-p0.33">When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.34">Which covers what was once a friend,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.35">And from his voice, his hand, his smile,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.36">Divides me for a little while;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.37">Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed--</l>
<l id="h242-p0.38">For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h242-p0.39">
<l id="h242-p0.40">And O! when I have safely past</l>
<l id="h242-p0.41">Through every conflict but the last;</l>
<l id="h242-p0.42">Still, still unchanging, watch beside</l>
<l id="h242-p0.43">My painful bed, for Thou hast died!</l>
<l id="h242-p0.44">Then point to realms of cloudless day,</l>
<l id="h242-p0.45">And wipe the latest tear away!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h242-p1">R. Grant</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Saviour, when in dust to Thee" progress="48.28%" prev="h242" next="h244" id="h243">
<hymn id="h243-p0.1">
<h3 id="h243-p0.2">CCXLIII</h3>

<verse id="h243-p0.3">
<l id="h243-p0.4">Saviour, when in dust to Thee</l>
<l id="h243-p0.5">Low we bend the adoring knee;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.6">When repentant to the skies</l>
<l id="h243-p0.7">Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.8">Oh! by all the pains and woe</l>
<l id="h243-p0.9">Suffer'd once for man below,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.10">Bending from Thy throne on high,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.11">Hear our solemn Litany!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h243-p0.12">
<l id="h243-p0.13">By Thy helpless infant years,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.14">By Thy life of want and tears,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.15">By Thy days of sore distress</l>
<l id="h243-p0.16">In the savage wilderness;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.17">By the dread mysterious hour</l>
<l id="h243-p0.18">Of the insulting tempter's power;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.19">Turn, oh! turn a favouring eye,--</l>
<l id="h243-p0.20">Hear our solemn Litany!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h243-p0.21">
<l id="h243-p0.22">By the sacred griefs that wept</l>
<l id="h243-p0.23">O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.24">By the boding tears that flow'd</l>
<l id="h243-p0.25">Over Salem's loved abode;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.26">By the anguish'd sigh that told</l>
<l id="h243-p0.27">Treachery lurk'd within Thy fold;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.28">From Thy seat above the sky,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.29">Hear our solemn Litany!</l>
<pb n="192" id="h243-Page_192" />
</verse>

<verse id="h243-p0.30">
<l id="h243-p0.31">By Thine hour of dire despair;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.32">By Thine agony of prayer;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.33">By the cross, the nail, the thorn,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.34">Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.35">By the gloom that veil'd the skies</l>
<l id="h243-p0.36">O'er the dreadful Sacrifice;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.37">Listen to our humble cry,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.38">Hear our solemn Litany!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h243-p0.39">
<l id="h243-p0.40">By Thy deep expiring groan;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.41">By the sad sepulchral stone;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.42">By the vault, whose dark abode</l>
<l id="h243-p0.43">Held in vain the rising G<small id="h243-p0.44">OD</small>;</l>
<l id="h243-p0.45">Oh! from earth to heaven restored,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.46">Mighty re-ascended L<small id="h243-p0.47">ORD</small>,</l>
<l id="h243-p0.48">Listen, listen to the cry</l>
<l id="h243-p0.49">Of our solemn Litany!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Praise to God, immortal praise" progress="48.50%" prev="h243" next="h245" id="h244">
<hymn id="h244-p0.1">
<h3 id="h244-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p140.2" id="h244-p0.3">CCXLIV</a></h3>

<verse id="h244-p0.4">
<l id="h244-p0.5">Praise to G<small id="h244-p0.6">OD</small>, immortal praise,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.7">For the love that crowns our days!</l>
<l id="h244-p0.8">Bounteous source of every joy,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.9">Let Thy praise our tongues employ.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.10">
<l id="h244-p0.11">For the blessings of the field,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.12">For the stores the gardens yield;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.13">For the vine's exalted juice,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.14">For the generous olive's use:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.15">
<l id="h244-p0.16">Flocks that whiten all the plain;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.17">Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.18">Clouds that drop their fattening dews,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.19">Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.20">
<l id="h244-p0.21">All that Spring with bounteous hand</l>
<l id="h244-p0.22">Scatters o'er the smiling land;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.23">All that liberal Autumn pours</l>
<l id="h244-p0.24">From her rich o'erflowing stores:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.25">
<l id="h244-p0.26">These to Thee, my G<small id="h244-p0.27">OD</small>, we owe,--</l>
<l id="h244-p0.28">Source whence all our blessings flow;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.29">And for these my soul shall raise</l>
<l id="h244-p0.30">Grateful vows and solemn praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.31">
<l id="h244-p0.32">Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear</l>
<l id="h244-p0.33">From its stem the ripening ear;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.34">Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot</l>
<l id="h244-p0.35">Drop her green untimely fruit;</l>
<pb n="193" id="h244-Page_193" />
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.36">
<l id="h244-p0.37">Should the vine put forth no more,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.38">Nor the olive yield her store;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.39">Though the sickening flocks should fall,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.40">And the herds desert the stall;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.41">
<l id="h244-p0.42">Should Thine alter'd hand restrain</l>
<l id="h244-p0.43">The early and the latter rain;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.44">Blast each opening bud of joy,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.45">And the rising year destroy;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h244-p0.46">
<l id="h244-p0.47">Yet to Thee my soul should raise</l>
<l id="h244-p0.48">Grateful vows and solemn praise;</l>
<l id="h244-p0.49">And, when every blessing's flown,</l>
<l id="h244-p0.50">Love Thee for Thyself alone!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h244-p1">A. L. Barbauld</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes" progress="48.72%" prev="h244" next="h246" id="h245">
<hymn id="h245-p0.1">
<h3 id="h245-p0.2">CCXLV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h245-p1">VENI, SEQUERE ME</p>

<verse id="h245-p1.1">
<l id="h245-p1.2">Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.3">See where thy foes against thee rise,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.4">In long array, a numerous host;</l>
<l id="h245-p1.5">Awake, my soul, or thou art lost!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h245-p1.6">
<l id="h245-p1.7">Here giant Danger threatening stands,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.8">Mustering his pale terrific bands;</l>
<l id="h245-p1.9">There Pleasure's silken banners spread,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.10">And willing souls are captive led.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h245-p1.11">
<l id="h245-p1.12">See where rebellious passions rage,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.13">And fierce desires and lusts engage;</l>
<l id="h245-p1.14">The meanest foe of all the train</l>
<l id="h245-p1.15">Has thousands and ten thousands slain!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h245-p1.16">
<l id="h245-p1.17">Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.18">Perils and snares beset thee round;</l>
<l id="h245-p1.19">Beware of all, guard every part,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.20">But most, the traitor in thy heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h245-p1.21">
<l id="h245-p1.22">Come then, my soul, now learn to wield</l>
<l id="h245-p1.23">The weight of thine immortal shield;</l>
<l id="h245-p1.24">Put on the armour from above</l>
<l id="h245-p1.25">Of heavenly Truth and heavenly Love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h245-p1.26">
<l id="h245-p1.27">The terror and the charm repel,</l>
<l id="h245-p1.28">And powers of earth, and powers of hell;</l>
<l id="h245-p1.29">The Man of Calvary triumph'd here:</l>
<l id="h245-p1.30">Why should His faithful followers fear?</l>
</verse>


<h3 id="h245-p1.31"><i>End of Book Second</i></h3>
<pb n="194" id="h245-Page_194" />
<h2 id="h245-p1.32"><i><a href="#notes-p141.2" id="h245-p1.33">Book Third</a></i></h2>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning" progress="48.89%" prev="h245" next="h247" id="h246">
<hymn id="h246-p0.1">
<h3 id="h246-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p142.2" id="h246-p0.3">CCXLVI</a></h3>

<verse id="h246-p0.4">
<l id="h246-p0.5">Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning!</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.6">Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid!</l>
<l id="h246-p0.7">Star of the East, the horizon adorning,</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.8">Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h246-p0.9">
<l id="h246-p0.10">Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.11">Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;</l>
<l id="h246-p0.12">Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.13">Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h246-p0.14">
<l id="h246-p0.15">Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.16">Odours of Edom and offerings divine?</l>
<l id="h246-p0.17">Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.18">Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h246-p0.19">
<l id="h246-p0.20">Vainly we offer each ample oblation;</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.21">Vainly with gifts would His favour secure:</l>
<l id="h246-p0.22">Richer by far is the heart's adoration;</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.23">Dearer to G<small id="h246-p0.24">OD</small> are the prayers of the poor.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h246-p0.25">
<l id="h246-p0.26">Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning!</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.27">Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid!</l>
<l id="h246-p0.28">Star of the East, the horizon adorning,</l>
<l class="t" id="h246-p0.29">Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!</l>
</verse>


<p class="author" id="h246-p1">R. Heber</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb" progress="49.05%" prev="h246" next="h248" id="h247">
<hymn id="h247-p0.1">
<h3 id="h247-p0.2">CCXLVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h247-p1">THE HOLY INNOCENTS</p>

<verse id="h247-p1.1">
<l id="h247-p1.2">Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.3">Oh Rachel, weep not so!</l>
<l id="h247-p1.4">The bud is cropt by martyrdom,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.5">The flower in Heaven shall blow!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h247-p1.6">
<l id="h247-p1.7">Firstlings of faith! the murderer's knife</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.8">Has miss'd its deadliest aim:</l>
<l id="h247-p1.9">The G<small id="h247-p1.10">OD</small> for Whom they gave their life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.11">For them to suffer came!</l>
<pb n="195" id="h247-Page_195" />
</verse>

<verse id="h247-p1.12">
<l id="h247-p1.13">Though feeble were their days and few,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.14">Baptized in blood and pain,</l>
<l id="h247-p1.15">He knows them, Whom they never knew,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.16">And they shall live again.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h247-p1.17">
<l id="h247-p1.18">Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.19">Oh Rachel, weep not so!</l>
<l id="h247-p1.20">The bud is cropt by martyrdom,</l>
<l class="t" id="h247-p1.21">The flower in Heaven shall blow!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord of mercy and of might" progress="49.15%" prev="h247" next="h249" id="h248">
<hymn id="h248-p0.1">
<h3 id="h248-p0.2">CCXLVIII</h3>

<verse id="h248-p0.3">
<l id="h248-p0.4">L<small id="h248-p0.5">ORD</small> of mercy and of might,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.6">Of mankind the life and light,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.7">Maker, Teacher infinite,</l>
<l class="t" id="h248-p0.8">J<small id="h248-p0.9">ESUS</small>! hear and save!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h248-p0.10">
<l id="h248-p0.11">Who, when Sin's tremendous doom</l>
<l id="h248-p0.12">Gave creation to the tomb,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.13">Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h248-p0.14">J<small id="h248-p0.15">ESUS</small>! hear and save!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h248-p0.16">
<l id="h248-p0.17">Mighty Monarch! Saviour mild!</l>
<l id="h248-p0.18">Humbled to a mortal child,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.19">Captive, beaten, bound, reviled,</l>
<l class="t" id="h248-p0.20">J<small id="h248-p0.21">ESUS</small>! hear and save!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h248-p0.22">
<l id="h248-p0.23">Throned above celestial things,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.24">Borne aloft on Angels' wings,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.25">Lord of Lords, and King of kings,</l>
<l class="t" id="h248-p0.26">J<small id="h248-p0.27">ESUS</small>! hear and save!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h248-p0.28">
<l id="h248-p0.29">Who shalt yet return from high,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.30">Robed in might and majesty,</l>
<l id="h248-p0.31">Hear us! help us when we cry!</l>
<l class="t" id="h248-p0.32">J<small id="h248-p0.33">ESUS</small>! hear and save!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty" progress="49.26%" prev="h248" next="h250" id="h249">
<hymn id="h249-p0.1">
<h3 id="h249-p0.2">CCXLIX</h3>

<verse id="h249-p0.3">
<l id="h249-p0.4">Holy, holy, holy, L<small id="h249-p0.5">ORD</small> G<small id="h249-p0.6">OD</small> Almighty!</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.7">Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;</l>
<l id="h249-p0.8">Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.9">G<small id="h249-p0.10">OD</small> in Three Persons, blesséd T<small id="h249-p0.11">RINITY</small>!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h249-p0.12">
<l id="h249-p0.13">Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.14">Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;</l>
<l id="h249-p0.15">Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.16">Which wert and art and evermore shalt be!</l>
<pb n="196" id="h249-Page_196" />
</verse>

<verse id="h249-p0.17">
<l id="h249-p0.18">Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.19">Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,</l>
<l id="h249-p0.20">Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.21">Perfect in power, in love, and purity!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h249-p0.22">
<l id="h249-p0.23">Holy, holy, holy, L<small id="h249-p0.24">ORD</small> G<small id="h249-p0.25">OD</small> Almighty!</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.26">All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth and sky and sea:--</l>
<l id="h249-p0.27">Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!</l>
<l class="t" id="h249-p0.28">G<small id="h249-p0.29">OD</small> in Three Persons, blesséd T<small id="h249-p0.30">RINITY</small>!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I praised the Earth, in beauty seen" progress="49.39%" prev="h249" next="h251" id="h250">
<hymn id="h250-p0.1">
<h3 id="h250-p0.2">CCL</h3>

<verse id="h250-p0.3">
<l id="h250-p0.4">I praised the Earth, in beauty seen</l>
<l id="h250-p0.5">With garlands gay of various green;</l>
<l id="h250-p0.6">I praised the Sea, whose ample field</l>
<l id="h250-p0.7">Shone glorious as a silver shield;</l>
<l id="h250-p0.8">And Earth and Ocean seem'd to say</l>
<l id="h250-p0.9">'Our beauties are but for a day!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h250-p0.10">
<l id="h250-p0.11">I praised the Sun, whose chariot roll'd</l>
<l id="h250-p0.12">On wheels of amber and of gold;</l>
<l id="h250-p0.13">I praised the Moon, whose softer eye</l>
<l id="h250-p0.14">Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky:--</l>
<l id="h250-p0.15">And Moon and Sun in answer said,</l>
<l id="h250-p0.16">'Our days of light are numberéd!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h250-p0.17">
<l id="h250-p0.18">O G<small id="h250-p0.19">OD</small>! O Good beyond compare!</l>
<l id="h250-p0.20">If thus Thy meaner works are fair;</l>
<l id="h250-p0.21">If thus Thy bounties gild the span</l>
<l id="h250-p0.22">Of ruin'd earth and sinful man;</l>
<l id="h250-p0.23">How glorious must the mansion be</l>
<l id="h250-p0.24">Where Thy redeem'd shall dwell with Thee!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="By cool Siloam's shady rill" progress="49.51%" prev="h250" next="h252" id="h251">
<hymn id="h251-p0.1">
<h3 id="h251-p0.2">CCLI</h3>

<verse id="h251-p0.3">
<l id="h251-p0.4">By cool Siloam's shady rill</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.5">How sweet the lily grows!</l>
<l id="h251-p0.6">How sweet the breath beneath the hill</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.7">Of Sharon's dewy rose!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h251-p0.8">
<l id="h251-p0.9">Lo, such the child whose early feet</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.10">The paths of peace have trod;</l>
<l id="h251-p0.11">Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.12">Is upward drawn to G<small id="h251-p0.13">OD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h251-p0.14">
<l id="h251-p0.15">By cool Siloam's shady rill</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.16">The lily must decay;</l>
<l id="h251-p0.17">The rose that blooms beneath the hill</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.18">Must shortly fade away.</l>
<pb n="197" id="h251-Page_197" />
</verse>

<verse id="h251-p0.19">
<l id="h251-p0.20">And soon, too soon, the wintry hour</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.21">Of man's maturer age</l>
<l id="h251-p0.22">Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.23">And stormy passion's rage.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h251-p0.24">
<l id="h251-p0.25">O Thou, Whose infant feet were found</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.26">Within Thy Father's shrine!</l>
<l id="h251-p0.27">Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.28">Were all alike Divine;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h251-p0.29">
<l id="h251-p0.30">Dependant on Thy bounteous breath,</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.31">We seek Thy grace alone,</l>
<l id="h251-p0.32">In childhood, manhood, age, and death,</l>
<l class="t" id="h251-p0.33">To keep us still Thine own!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The sound of war! In earth and air" progress="49.64%" prev="h251" next="h253" id="h252">
<hymn id="h252-p0.1">
<h3 id="h252-p0.2">CCLII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h252-p1">--AGAINST PRINCIPALITIES, AGAINST POWERS,
<br />AGAINST THE RULERS OF THE DARKNESS
<br />OF THIS WORLD--</p>

<verse id="h252-p1.3">
<l id="h252-p1.4">The sound of war! In earth and air</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.5">The volleying thunders roll:</l>
<l id="h252-p1.6">Their fiery darts the Fiends prepare,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.7">And dig the pit, and spread the snare,</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.8">Against the Christian's soul.</l>
<l id="h252-p1.9">The Tyrant's sword, the rack, the flame,</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.10">The scorner's serpent-tone,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.11">Of bitter doubt the barbèd aim,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.12">All, all conspire his heart to tame:</l>
<l id="h252-p1.13">Force, fraud, and hellish fires assail</l>
<l id="h252-p1.14">The rivets of his heavenly mail,</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.15">Amidst his foes alone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h252-p1.16">
<l id="h252-p1.17">Gods of the world! ye warrior host</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.18">Of darkness and of air,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.19">In vain is all your impious boast,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.20">In vain each missile lightning tost,</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.21">In vain the Tempter's snare!</l>
<l id="h252-p1.22">Though fast and far your arrows fly,</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.23">Though mortal nerve and bone</l>
<l id="h252-p1.24">Shrink in convulsive agony,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.25">The Christian can your rage defy:</l>
<l id="h252-p1.26">Towers o'er his head Salvation's crest,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.27">Faith, like a buckler, guards his breast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.28">Undaunted, though alone.</l>
<pb n="198" id="h252-Page_198" />
</verse>

<verse id="h252-p1.29">
<l id="h252-p1.30">--'Tis past! 'tis o'er! in foul defeat</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.31">The Demon host are fled!</l>
<l id="h252-p1.32">Before the Saviour's mercy-seat,</l>
<l id="h252-p1.33">(His live-long work of faith complete,)</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.34">Their conqueror bends his head.</l>
<l id="h252-p1.35">'The spoils Thyself hast gain'd, [O] L<small id="h252-p1.36">ORD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.37">I lay before Thy throne:</l>
<l id="h252-p1.38">Thou wert my rock, my shield, my sword;</l>
<l id="h252-p1.39">My trust was in Thy name and word:</l>
<l id="h252-p1.40">'Twas in Thy strength my heart was strong;</l>
<l id="h252-p1.41">Thy spirit went with mine along;</l>
<l class="t" id="h252-p1.42">How was I then alone?'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh God that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day" progress="49.88%" prev="h252" next="h254" id="h253">
<hymn id="h253-p0.1">
<h3 id="h253-p0.2">CCLIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h253-p1">IN TIMES OF DISTRESS AND DANGER</p>

<verse id="h253-p1.1">
<l id="h253-p1.2">Oh G<small id="h253-p1.3">OD</small> that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day,</l>
<l id="h253-p1.4">Give ear to this Thy family, and help us when we pray!</l>
<l id="h253-p1.5">For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel roar,</l>
<l id="h253-p1.6">And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h253-p1.7">
<l id="h253-p1.8">The Cross our Master bore for us, for Him we fain would bear;</l>
<l id="h253-p1.9">But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair!</l>
<l id="h253-p1.10">Then mercy on our failings, L<small id="h253-p1.11">ORD</small>! our sinking faith renew!</l>
<l id="h253-p1.12">And when Thy sorrows visit us, Oh send Thy patience too!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="God that madest Earth and Heaven" progress="49.97%" prev="h253" next="h255" id="h254">
<hymn id="h254-p0.1">
<h3 id="h254-p0.2">CCLIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h254-p1">EVENING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h254-p1.1">
<l id="h254-p1.2">G<small id="h254-p1.3">OD</small> that madest Earth and Heaven,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h254-p1.4">Darkness and light!</l>
<l id="h254-p1.5">Who the day for toil hast given,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h254-p1.6">For rest the night!</l>
<l id="h254-p1.7">May Thine Angel-guards defend us,</l>
<l id="h254-p1.8">Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us,</l>
<l id="h254-p1.9">Holy dreams and hopes attend us,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h254-p1.10">This livelong night!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Beneath our feet and o'er our head" progress="50.02%" prev="h254" next="h256" id="h255">
<hymn id="h255-p0.1">
<h3 id="h255-p0.2">CCLV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h255-p1">THE HOLY FIELD</p>

<verse id="h255-p1.1">
<l id="h255-p1.2">Beneath our feet and o'er our head</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.3">Is equal warning given;</l>
<l id="h255-p1.4">Beneath us lie the countless dead,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.5">Above us is the Heaven!</l>
<pb n="199" id="h255-Page_199" />
</verse>

<verse id="h255-p1.6">
<l id="h255-p1.7">Their names are graven on the stone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.8">Their bones are in the clay;</l>
<l id="h255-p1.9">And ere another day is done,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.10">Ourselves may be as they.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h255-p1.11">
<l id="h255-p1.12">Death rides on every passing breeze,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.13">He lurks in every flower;</l>
<l id="h255-p1.14">Each season has its own disease,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.15">Its peril every hour.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h255-p1.16">
<l id="h255-p1.17">Our eyes have seen the rosy light</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.18">Of youth's soft cheek decay,</l>
<l id="h255-p1.19">And Fate descend in sudden night</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.20">On manhood's middle day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h255-p1.21">
<l id="h255-p1.22">Our eyes have seen the steps of age</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.23">Halt feebly towards the tomb;</l>
<l id="h255-p1.24">And yet shall earth our hearts engage,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.25">And dreams of days to come?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h255-p1.26">
<l id="h255-p1.27">Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know;</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.28">Where'er thy foot can tread</l>
<l id="h255-p1.29">The earth rings hollow from below,</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.30">And warns thee of her dead!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h255-p1.31">
<l id="h255-p1.32">Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.33">To truths divinely given;</l>
<l id="h255-p1.34">The bones that underneath thee lie</l>
<l class="t" id="h255-p1.35">Shall live for Hell or Heaven!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh help us, Lord! each hour of need" progress="50.18%" prev="h255" next="h257" id="h256">
<hymn id="h256-p0.1">
<h3 id="h256-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p143.2" id="h256-p0.3">CCLVI</a></h3>

<verse id="h256-p0.4">
<l id="h256-p0.5">Oh help us, L<small id="h256-p0.6">ORD</small>! each hour of need</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.7">Thy Heavenly succour give;</l>
<l id="h256-p0.8">Help us in thought, and word, and deed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.9">Each hour on Earth we live.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h256-p0.10">
<l id="h256-p0.11">Oh help us, when our spirits bleed</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.12">With contrite anguish sore;</l>
<l id="h256-p0.13">And when our hearts are cold and dead,</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.14">O help us, L<small id="h256-p0.15">ORD</small>, the more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h256-p0.16">
<l id="h256-p0.17">Oh help us, through the prayer of faith,</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.18">More firmly to believe;</l>
<l id="h256-p0.19">For still the more the servant hath,</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.20">The more shall he receive.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h256-p0.21">
<l id="h256-p0.22">Oh help us, J<small id="h256-p0.23">ESUS</small>! from on high,</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.24">We know no help but Thee;</l>
<l id="h256-p0.25">Oh! help us so to live and die</l>
<l class="t" id="h256-p0.26">As Thine in Heaven to be!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h256-p1">H. H. Milman</p>
<pb n="200" id="h256-Page_200" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When our heads are bow'd with woe" progress="50.28%" prev="h256" next="h258" id="h257">
<hymn id="h257-p0.1">
<h3 id="h257-p0.2">CCLVII</h3>

<verse id="h257-p0.3">
<l id="h257-p0.4">When our heads are bow'd with woe,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.5">When our bitter tears o'erflow;</l>
<l id="h257-p0.6">When we mourn the lost, the dear,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.7">Gracious Son of Mary, hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h257-p0.8">
<l id="h257-p0.9">Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.10">Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.11">Thou hast shed the human tear:</l>
<l id="h257-p0.12">Gracious Son of Mary, hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h257-p0.13">
<l id="h257-p0.14">When the sullen death-bell tolls</l>
<l id="h257-p0.15">For our own departed souls;</l>
<l id="h257-p0.16">When our final doom is near,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.17">Gracious Son of Mary, hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h257-p0.18">
<l id="h257-p0.19">Thou hast bow'd the dying head;</l>
<l id="h257-p0.20">Thou the blood of life hast shed;</l>
<l id="h257-p0.21">Thou hast fill'd a mortal bier:</l>
<l id="h257-p0.22">Gracious Son of Mary, hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h257-p0.23">
<l id="h257-p0.24">When the heart is sad within</l>
<l id="h257-p0.25">With the thought of all its sin;</l>
<l id="h257-p0.26">When the spirit shrinks with fear,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.27">Gracious Son of Mary, hear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h257-p0.28">
<l id="h257-p0.29">Thou the shame, the grief hast known,</l>
<l id="h257-p0.30">Though the sins were not Thine own;</l>
<l id="h257-p0.31">Thou hast deign'd their load to bear--</l>
<l id="h257-p0.32">Gracious Son of Mary, hear!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="A rock there is whose homely front" progress="50.42%" prev="h257" next="h259" id="h258">
<hymn id="h258-p0.1">
<h3 id="h258-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p144.2" id="h258-p0.3">CCLVIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h258-p1">THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK</p>

<verse id="h258-p1.1">
<l id="h258-p1.2">A rock there is whose homely front</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.3">The passing traveller slights;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.4">Yet there the glow-worms hang their lamps</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.5">Like stars, at various heights;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.6">And one coy Primrose to that Rock</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.7">The vernal breeze invites.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h258-p1.8">
<l id="h258-p1.9">What hideous warfare hath been waged,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.10">What kingdoms overthrown,</l>
<l id="h258-p1.11">Since first I spied that Primrose-tuft</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.12">And mark'd it for my own;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.13">A lasting link in Nature's chain</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.14">From highest Heaven let down.</l>
<pb n="201" id="h258-Page_201" />
</verse>

<verse id="h258-p1.15">
<l id="h258-p1.16">The flowers, still faithful to the stems,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.17">Their fellowship renew;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.18">The stems are faithful to the root,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.19">That worketh out of view;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.20">And to the rock the root adheres</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.21">In every fibre true.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h258-p1.22">
<l id="h258-p1.23">Close clings to earth the living rock,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.24">Though threatening still to fall;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.25">The earth is constant to her sphere;</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.26">And G<small id="h258-p1.27">OD</small> upholds them all;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.28">So blooms this lonely Plant, nor dreads</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.29">Her annual funeral.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h258-p1.30">
<l id="h258-p1.31">--Here closed the meditative strain;</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.32">But air breathed soft that day,</l>
<l id="h258-p1.33">The hoary mountain-heights were cheer'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.34">The sunny vale look'd gay;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.35">And to the Primrose of the Rock</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.36">I gave this after-lay:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h258-p1.37">
<l id="h258-p1.38">Sin-blighted though we are, we too,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.39">The reasoning Sons of Men,</l>
<l id="h258-p1.40">From one oblivious winter call'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.41">Shall rise, and breathe again;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.42">And in eternal summer lose</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.43">Our threescore years and ten.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h258-p1.44">
<l id="h258-p1.45">To humbleness of heart descends</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.46">This prescience from on high,</l>
<l id="h258-p1.47">The Faith that elevates the just,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.48">Before and when they die;</l>
<l id="h258-p1.49">And makes each soul a separate heaven,</l>
<l class="t" id="h258-p1.50">A court for Deity.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h258-p2">W. Wordsworth</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Where will they stop, those breathing Powers" progress="50.67%" prev="h258" next="h260" id="h259">
<hymn id="h259-p0.1">
<h3 id="h259-p0.2">CCLIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h259-p1">DEVOTIONAL INCITEMENTS</p>

<verse id="h259-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h259-p1.2">Where will they stop, those breathing Powers,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.3">The Spirits of the new-born flowers?</l>
<l id="h259-p1.4">They wander with the breeze, they wind</l>
<l id="h259-p1.5">Where'er the streams a passage find;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.6">Up from their native ground they rise</l>
<l id="h259-p1.7">In mute aërial harmonies;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.8">From humble violet, modest thyme,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.9">Exhaled, the essential odours climb,</l>
<pb n="202" id="h259-Page_202" />
<l id="h259-p1.10">As if no space below the sky</l>
<l id="h259-p1.11">Their subtle flight could satisfy:</l>
<l id="h259-p1.12">Heaven will not tax our thoughts with pride,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.13">If like ambition be their guide.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h259-p1.14">
<l class="t" id="h259-p1.15">Roused by this kindliest of May-showers,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.16">The spirit-quickener of the flowers,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.17">That with moist virtue softly cleaves</l>
<l id="h259-p1.18">The buds, and freshens the young leaves,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.19">The birds pour forth their souls in notes</l>
<l id="h259-p1.20">Of rapture from a thousand throats--</l>
<l id="h259-p1.21">Here check'd by too impetuous haste,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.22">While there the music runs to waste</l>
<l id="h259-p1.23">With bounty more and more enlarged,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.24">Till the whole air is overcharged;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.25">--Give ear, O Man! to their appeal,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.26">And thirst for no inferior zeal,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.27">Thou, who canst think, as well as feel!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h259-p1.28">
<l class="t" id="h259-p1.29">Mount from the earth; aspire! aspire!</l>
<l id="h259-p1.30">So pleads the town's cathedral quire,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.31">In strains that from their solemn height</l>
<l id="h259-p1.32">Sink, to attain a loftier flight;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.33">While incense from the altar breathes</l>
<l id="h259-p1.34">Rich fragrance in embodied wreaths;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.35">Or, flung from swinging censer, shrouds</l>
<l id="h259-p1.36">The taper-lights, and curls in clouds</l>
<l id="h259-p1.37">Around angelic Forms, the still</l>
<l id="h259-p1.38">Creation of the Painter's skill,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.39">That on the service wait conceal'd</l>
<l id="h259-p1.40">One moment, and the next reveal'd.</l>
<l id="h259-p1.41">--Cast off your bonds, awake, arise,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.42">And for no transient ecstasies!</l>
<l id="h259-p1.43">What else can mean the visual plea</l>
<l id="h259-p1.44">Of still or moving imagery--</l>
<l id="h259-p1.45">The iterated summons loud,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.46">Not wasted on the attendant crowd,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.47">Nor wholly lost upon the throng</l>
<l id="h259-p1.48">Hurrying the busy streets along?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h259-p1.49">
<l class="t" id="h259-p1.50">Alas! the sanctities combined</l>
<l id="h259-p1.51">By art to unsensualise the mind,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.52">Decay and languish; or, as creeds</l>
<l id="h259-p1.53">And humours change, are spurn'd like weeds:</l>
<l id="h259-p1.54">The priests are from their altars thrust;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.55">Temples are levell'd with the dust;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.56">And solemn rites and awful forms</l>
<l id="h259-p1.57">Founder amid fanatic storms.</l>
<pb n="203" id="h259-Page_203" />
<l id="h259-p1.58">Yet evermore, through years renew'd</l>
<l id="h259-p1.59">In undisturb'd vicissitude</l>
<l id="h259-p1.60">Of seasons balancing their flight</l>
<l id="h259-p1.61">On the swift wings of day and night,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.62">Kind Nature keeps a heavenly door</l>
<l id="h259-p1.63">Wide open for the scatter'd Poor.</l>
<l id="h259-p1.64">Where flower-breathed incense to the skies</l>
<l id="h259-p1.65">Is wafted in mute harmonies;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.66">And ground fresh-cloven by the plough</l>
<l id="h259-p1.67">Is fragrant with a humbler vow;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.68">Where birds and brooks from leafy dells</l>
<l id="h259-p1.69">Chime forth unwearied canticles,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.70">And vapours magnify and spread</l>
<l id="h259-p1.71">The glory of the sun's bright head:--</l>
<l id="h259-p1.72">Still constant in her worship, still</l>
<l id="h259-p1.73">Conforming to the eternal Will,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.74">Whether men sow or reap the fields,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.75">Divine monition Nature yields,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.76">That not by bread alone we live,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.77">Or what a hand of flesh can give;</l>
<l id="h259-p1.78">That every day should leave some part</l>
<l id="h259-p1.79">Free for a sabbath of the heart:</l>
<l id="h259-p1.80">So shall the seventh be truly blest,</l>
<l id="h259-p1.81">From morn to eve, with hallow'd rest.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Doom'd as we are our native dust" progress="51.17%" prev="h259" next="h261" id="h260">
<hymn id="h260-p0.1">
<h3 id="h260-p0.2">CCLX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h260-p1">IN CATHOLIC SWITZERLAND</p>

<verse id="h260-p1.1">
<l id="h260-p1.2">Doom'd as we are our native dust</l>
<l id="h260-p1.3">To wet with many a bitter shower,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.4">It ill befits us to disdain</l>
<l id="h260-p1.5">The altar, to deride the fane,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.6">Where simple Sufferers bend, in trust</l>
<l id="h260-p1.7">To win a happier hour.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h260-p1.8">
<l id="h260-p1.9">I love, where spreads the village lawn,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.10">Upon some knee-worn cell to gaze:</l>
<l id="h260-p1.11">Hail to the firm unmoving Cross,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.12">Aloft, where pines their branches toss!</l>
<l id="h260-p1.13">And to the chapel far withdrawn,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.14">That lurks by lonely ways!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h260-p1.15">
<l id="h260-p1.16">Where'er we roam,--along the brink</l>
<l id="h260-p1.17">Of Rhine,--or by the sweeping Po;</l>
<l id="h260-p1.18">Through Alpine vale, or champain wide,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.19">Whate'er we look on, at our side</l>
<l id="h260-p1.20">Be Charity!--to bid us think,</l>
<l id="h260-p1.21">And feel, if we would know.</l>
<pb n="204" id="h260-Page_204" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs" progress="51.28%" prev="h260" next="h262" id="h261">
<hymn id="h261-p0.1">
<h3 id="h261-p0.2">CCLXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h261-p1">HOLY BAPTISM</p>

<verse id="h261-p1.1">
<l id="h261-p1.2">Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs</l>
<l id="h261-p1.3">Of Infancy, provides a timely shower</l>
<l id="h261-p1.4">Whose virtue changes to a Christian Flower</l>
<l id="h261-p1.5">A Growth from sinful Nature's bed of weeds!--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h261-p1.6">
<l id="h261-p1.7">Fitliest beneath the sacred roof proceeds</l>
<l id="h261-p1.8">The ministration; while parental Love</l>
<l id="h261-p1.9">Looks on, and Grace descendeth from above</l>
<l id="h261-p1.10">As the high service pledges now, now pleads.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h261-p1.11">
<l id="h261-p1.12">There, should vain thoughts outspread their wings and fly</l>
<l id="h261-p1.13">To meet the coming hours of festal mirth,</l>
<l id="h261-p1.14">The tombs--which hear and answer that brief cry,</l>
<l id="h261-p1.15">The Infant's notice of his Second Birth,--</l>
<l id="h261-p1.16">Recal the wandering Soul to sympathy</l>
<l id="h261-p1.17">With what man hopes from Heaven, yet fears from Earth.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense" progress="51.40%" prev="h261" next="h263" id="h262">
<hymn id="h262-p0.1">
<h3 id="h262-p0.2">CCLXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h262-p1">WITHIN KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL</p>

<verse id="h262-p1.1">
<l id="h262-p1.2">Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,</l>
<l id="h262-p1.3">With ill-match'd aims the Architect who plann'd--</l>
<l id="h262-p1.4">Albeit labouring for a scanty band</l>
<l id="h262-p1.5">Of white-robed Scholars only--this immense</l>
<l id="h262-p1.6">And glorious Work of fine intelligence!</l>
<l id="h262-p1.7">Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore</l>
<l id="h262-p1.8">Of nicely-calculated less or more;</l>
<l id="h262-p1.9">--So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense</l>
<l id="h262-p1.10">These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof</l>
<l id="h262-p1.11">Self-poised, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells,</l>
<l id="h262-p1.12">Where light and shade repose, where music dwells</l>
<l id="h262-p1.13">Lingering--and wandering on as loth to die;</l>
<l id="h262-p1.14">Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof</l>
<l id="h262-p1.15">That they were born for immortality.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Glory to God! and to the Power Who came" progress="51.52%" prev="h262" next="h264" id="h263">
<hymn id="h263-p0.1">
<h3 id="h263-p0.2">CCLXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h263-p1">A LESSON</p>

<verse id="h263-p1.1">
<l id="h263-p1.2">Glory to G<small id="h263-p1.3">OD</small>! and to the Power Who came</l>
<l id="h263-p1.4">In Filial duty, clothed with love divine,</l>
<l id="h263-p1.5">That made His human tabernacle shine</l>
<l id="h263-p1.6">Like Ocean burning with purpureal flame;</l>
<pb n="205" id="h263-Page_205" />
<l id="h263-p1.7">Or like the Alpine Mount, that takes its name</l>
<l id="h263-p1.8">From roseate hues, far kenn'd at morn and even,</l>
<l id="h263-p1.9">In hours of peace, or when the storm is driven</l>
<l id="h263-p1.10">Along the nether region's rugged frame!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h263-p1.11">
<l id="h263-p1.12">Earth prompts,--Heaven urges; let us seek the light,</l>
<l id="h263-p1.13">Studious of that pure intercourse begun</l>
<l id="h263-p1.14">When first our infant brows their lustre won;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h263-p1.15">
<l id="h263-p1.16">So, like the Mountain, may we grow more bright</l>
<l id="h263-p1.17">From unimpeded commerce with the Sun,</l>
<l id="h263-p1.18">At the approach of all-involving night.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="It is a beauteous evening, calm and free" progress="51.63%" prev="h263" next="h265" id="h264">
<hymn id="h264-p0.1">
<h3 id="h264-p0.2">CCLXIV</h3>

<verse id="h264-p0.3">
<l id="h264-p0.4">It is a beauteous evening, calm and free;</l>
<l id="h264-p0.5">The holy time is quiet as a Nun</l>
<l id="h264-p0.6">Breathless with adoration; the broad sun</l>
<l id="h264-p0.7">Is sinking down in its tranquillity;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h264-p0.8">
<l id="h264-p0.9">The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea:</l>
<l id="h264-p0.10">Listen! the mighty Being is awake,</l>
<l id="h264-p0.11">And doth with his eternal motion make</l>
<l id="h264-p0.12">A sound like thunder--everlastingly.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h264-p0.13">
<l id="h264-p0.14">Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,</l>
<l id="h264-p0.15">If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought,</l>
<l id="h264-p0.16">Thy nature is not therefore less divine:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h264-p0.17">
<l id="h264-p0.18">Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year,</l>
<l id="h264-p0.19">And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,</l>
<l id="h264-p0.20">G<small id="h264-p0.21">OD</small> being with thee when we know it not.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Not seldom, clad in radiant vest" progress="51.74%" prev="h264" next="h266" id="h265">
<hymn id="h265-p0.1">
<h3 id="h265-p0.2">CCLXV</h3>

<verse id="h265-p0.3">
<l id="h265-p0.4">Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,</l>
<l id="h265-p0.5">Deceitfully goes forth the Morn;</l>
<l id="h265-p0.6">Not seldom Evening in the west</l>
<l id="h265-p0.7">Sinks smilingly forsworn.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h265-p0.8">
<l id="h265-p0.9">The smoothest seas will sometimes prove</l>
<l id="h265-p0.10">To the confiding Bark, untrue;</l>
<l id="h265-p0.11">And if she trust the stars above,</l>
<l id="h265-p0.12">They can be treacherous too.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h265-p0.13">
<l id="h265-p0.14">But Thou art true, incarnate L<small id="h265-p0.15">ORD</small>,</l>
<l id="h265-p0.16">Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;</l>
<l id="h265-p0.17">Thy smile is sure, Thy plighted word</l>
<l id="h265-p0.18">No change can falsify!</l>
<pb n="206" id="h265-Page_206" />
</verse>

<verse id="h265-p0.19">
<l id="h265-p0.20">I bent before Thy gracious throne,</l>
<l id="h265-p0.21">And ask'd for peace on suppliant knee;</l>
<l id="h265-p0.22">And peace was given,--nor peace alone,</l>
<l id="h265-p0.23">But Faith sublimed to ecstasy!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="There is a book, who runs may read" progress="51.84%" prev="h265" next="h267" id="h266">
<hymn id="h266-p0.1">
<h3 id="h266-p0.2">CCLXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h266-p1">THE TWO WORLDS</p>

<verse id="h266-p1.1">
<l id="h266-p1.2">There is a book, who runs may read,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.3">Which heavenly truth imparts,</l>
<l id="h266-p1.4">And all the lore its scholars need,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.5">Pure eyes and Christian hearts.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.6">
<l id="h266-p1.7">The works of G<small id="h266-p1.8">OD</small> above, below,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.9">Within us and around,</l>
<l id="h266-p1.10">Are pages in that book, to show</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.11">How G<small id="h266-p1.12">OD</small> Himself is found.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.13">
<l id="h266-p1.14">The glorious sky embracing all</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.15">Is like the Maker's love,</l>
<l id="h266-p1.16">Wherewith encompass'd, great and small</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.17">In peace and order move.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.18">
<l id="h266-p1.19">The Moon above, the Church below,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.20">A wondrous race they run,</l>
<l id="h266-p1.21">But all their radiance, all their glow,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.22">Each borrows of its Sun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.23">
<l id="h266-p1.24">The Saviour lends the light and heat</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.25">That crowns His holy hill;</l>
<l id="h266-p1.26">The saints, like stars, around His seat,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.27">Perform their courses still.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.28">
<l id="h266-p1.29">The saints above are stars in Heaven--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.30">What are the saints on earth?</l>
<l id="h266-p1.31">Like trees they stand whom G<small id="h266-p1.32">OD</small> has given,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.33">Our Eden's happy birth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.34">
<l id="h266-p1.35">Faith is their fix'd unswerving root,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.36">Hope their unfading flower,</l>
<l id="h266-p1.37">Fair deeds of charity their fruit,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.38">The glory of their bower.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.39">
<l id="h266-p1.40">The dew of Heaven is like Thy grace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.41">It steals in silence down;</l>
<l id="h266-p1.42">But where it lights, the favour'd place</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.43">By richest fruits is known.</l>
<pb n="207" id="h266-Page_207" />
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.44">
<l id="h266-p1.45">One Name above all glorious names</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.46">With its ten thousand tongues</l>
<l id="h266-p1.47">The everlasting sea proclaims,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.48">Echoing angelic songs.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.49">
<l id="h266-p1.50">The raging Fire, the roaring Wind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.51">Thy boundless power display:</l>
<l id="h266-p1.52">But in the gentler breeze we find</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.53">Thy S<small id="h266-p1.54">PIRIT</small>'s viewless way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.55">
<l id="h266-p1.56">Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.57">Forbids us to descry</l>
<l id="h266-p1.58">The mystic heaven and earth within,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.59">Plain as the sea and sky.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h266-p1.60">
<l id="h266-p1.61">Thou, Who hast given me eyes to see</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.62">And love this sight so fair,</l>
<l id="h266-p1.63">Give me a heart to find out Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h266-p1.64">And read Thee every where.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h266-p2">J. Keble</p>

<p class="cnote" id="h266-p3">See <a href="#n266" id="h266-p3.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Where is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice" progress="52.12%" prev="h266" next="h268" id="h267">
<hymn id="h267-p0.1">
<h3 id="h267-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p145.4" id="h267-p0.3">CCLXVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h267-p0.4">
<l id="h267-p0.5">Where is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.6">The region of Thy choice,</l>
<l id="h267-p0.7">Where, undisturb'd by sin and earth, the soul</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.8">Owns Thy entire control!--</l>
<l id="h267-p0.9">'Tis on the mountain's summit dark and high,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.10">When storms are hurrying by:</l>
<l id="h267-p0.11">'Tis 'mid the strong foundations of the earth,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.12">Where torrents have their birth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h267-p0.13">
<l id="h267-p0.14">No sounds of worldly toil ascending there</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.15">Mar the full burst of prayer;</l>
<l id="h267-p0.16">Lone Nature feels that she may freely breathe,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.17">And round us and beneath</l>
<l id="h267-p0.18">Are heard her sacred tones: the fitful sweep</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.19">Of winds across the steep,</l>
<l id="h267-p0.20">Through wither'd bents--romantic note and clear,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.21">Meet for a hermit's ear,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h267-p0.22">
<l id="h267-p0.23">The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.24">And, scarcely heard so high,</l>
<l id="h267-p0.25">The dashing waters when the air is still</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.26">From many a torrent rill</l>
<l id="h267-p0.27">That winds unseen beneath the shaggy fell,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.28">Tracked by the blue mist well:</l>
<l id="h267-p0.29">Such sounds as make deep silence in the heart</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.30">For Thought to do her part,</l>
<pb n="208" id="h267-Page_208" />
</verse>

<verse id="h267-p0.31">
<l id="h267-p0.32">'Tis then we hear the voice of G<small id="h267-p0.33">OD</small> within,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.34">Pleading with care and sin:</l>
<l id="h267-p0.35">'Child of My love! how have I wearied thee?</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.36">Why wilt thou err from Me?</l>
<l id="h267-p0.37">Have I not brought thee from the house of slaves,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.38">Parted the drowning waves,</l>
<l id="h267-p0.39">And set My saints before thee in the way,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.40">Lest thou shouldst faint or stray?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h267-p0.41">
<l id="h267-p0.42">'What? was the promise made to thee alone?</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.43">Art thou th' excepted one?</l>
<l id="h267-p0.44">An heir of glory without grief or pain?</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.45">O vision false and vain!</l>
<l id="h267-p0.46">There lies thy cross; beneath it meekly bow;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.47">It fits thy stature now:</l>
<l id="h267-p0.48">Who scornful pass it with averted eye,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.49">'Twill crush them by-and-by.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h267-p0.50">
<l id="h267-p0.51">'Raise thy repining eyes, and take true measure</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.52">Of thine eternal treasure;</l>
<l id="h267-p0.53">The Father of thy L<small id="h267-p0.54">ORD</small> can grudge thee nought,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.55">The world for thee was bought;</l>
<l id="h267-p0.56">And as this landscape broad--earth, sea, and sky,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.57">All centres in thine eye,</l>
<l id="h267-p0.58">So all G<small id="h267-p0.59">OD</small> does, if rightly understood,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h267-p0.60">Shall work thy final good.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids" progress="52.43%" prev="h267" next="h269" id="h268">
<hymn id="h268-p0.1">
<h3 id="h268-p0.2">CCLXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h268-p1">CITY AND COUNTRY</p>

<verse id="h268-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.2">Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h268-p1.3">The nearest Heaven on earth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.4">Who talk with G<small id="h268-p1.5">OD</small> in shadowy glades,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h268-p1.6">Free from rude care and mirth;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.7">To whom some viewless teacher brings</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.8">The secret lore of rural things,</l>
<l class="t" id="h268-p1.9">The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale,</l>
<l id="h268-p1.10">The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h268-p1.11">
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.12">Say, when in pity ye have gazed</l>
<l class="t3" id="h268-p1.13">On the wreathed smoke afar,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.14">That o'er some town, like mist upraised,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h268-p1.15">Hung hiding sun and star,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.16">Then as ye turn'd your weary eye</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.17">To the green earth and open sky,</l>
<l class="t" id="h268-p1.18">Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell</l>
<l id="h268-p1.19">Amid that dreary glare, in this world's citadel?</l>
<pb n="209" id="h268-Page_209" />
</verse>

<verse id="h268-p1.20">
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.21">But Love's a flower that will not die</l>
<l class="t3" id="h268-p1.22">For lack of leafy screen,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.23">And Christian Hope can cheer the eye</l>
<l class="t3" id="h268-p1.24">That ne'er saw vernal green;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.25">Then be ye sure that Love can bless</l>
<l class="t2" id="h268-p1.26">E'en in this crowded loneliness,</l>
<l class="t" id="h268-p1.27">Where ever-moving myriads seem to say,</l>
<l id="h268-p1.28">Go--thou art nought to us, nor we to thee--away!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What went ye out to see" progress="52.60%" prev="h268" next="h270" id="h269">
<hymn id="h269-p0.1">
<h3 id="h269-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p148.2" id="h269-p0.3">CCLXIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h269-p0.4">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.5">What went ye out to see</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.6">O'er the rude sandy lea,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.7">Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.8">Or where Gennesaret's wave</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.9">Delights the flowers to lave,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.10">That o'er her western slope breathe airs of balm?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.11">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.12">All through the summer night,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.13">Those <a id="h269-p0.14">blossoms red and bright</a><note n="185" id="h269-p0.15">See <a href="#notes-p148.2" id="h269-p0.16">Note</a></note></l>
<l id="h269-p0.17">Spread their soft breasts, unheeding, to the breeze</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.18">Like hermits watching still</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.19">Around the sacred hill,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.20">Where erst our Saviour watch'd upon His knees.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.21">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.22">The Paschal moon above</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.23">Seems like a saint to rove,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.24">Left shining in the world with C<small id="h269-p0.25">HRIST</small> alone;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.26">Below, the lake's still face</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.27">Sleeps sweetly in th' embrace</l>
<l id="h269-p0.28">Of mountains terraced high with mossy stone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.29">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.30">Here may we sit, and dream</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.31">Over the heavenly theme,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.32">Till to our soul the former days return;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.33">Till on the grassy bed,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.34">Where thousands once He fed,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.35">The world's incarnate Maker we discern.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.36">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.37">O cross no more the main<note n="186" id="h269-p0.38">See <a href="#notes-p148.2" id="h269-p0.39">Note</a></note>,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.40">Wandering so wild and vain,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.41">To count the reeds that tremble in the wind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.42">On listless dalliance bound,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.43">Like children gazing round,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.44">Who on G<small id="h269-p0.45">OD</small>'s works no seal of Godhead find:--</l>
<pb n="210" id="h269-Page_210" />
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.46">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.47">Bask not in courtly bower,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.48">Or sun-bright hall of power,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.49">Pass Babel quick, and seek the holy land--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.50">From robes of Tyrian dye</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.51">Turn with undazzled eye</l>
<l id="h269-p0.52">To Bethlehem's glade, or Carmel's haunted strand.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.53">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.54">Or choose thee out a cell</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.55">In Kedron's storied dell,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.56">Beside the springs of Love, that never die;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.57">Among the olives kneel</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.58">The chill night-blast to feel,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.59">And watch the Moon that saw thy Master's agony.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.60">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.61">Then rise at dawn of day,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.62">And wind thy thoughtful way,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.63">Where rested once the Temple's stately shade,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.64">With due feet tracing round</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.65">The city's northern bound,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.66">To th' other holy garden, where the L<small id="h269-p0.67">ORD</small> was laid.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h269-p0.68">
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.69">--Who thus alternate see</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.70">His death and victory,</l>
<l id="h269-p0.71">Rising and falling as on angel wings,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.72">They, while they seem to roam,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h269-p0.73">Draw daily nearer home,--</l>
<l id="h269-p0.74">Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of kings.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun" progress="52.93%" prev="h269" next="h271" id="h270">
<hymn id="h270-p0.1">
<h3 id="h270-p0.2">CCLXX</h3>

<verse id="h270-p0.3">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.4">'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.5">His daily course refused to run,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.6">The pale moon hurrying to the west</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.7">Paused at a mortal's call to aid</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.8">Th' avenging storm of war, that laid</l>
<l id="h270-p0.9">Seven guilty realms at once on earth's defiléd breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.10">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.11">But can it be, one suppliant tear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.12">Should stay the ever-moving sphere?</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.13">A sick man's lowly-breathéd sigh,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.14">When from the world he turns away,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.15">And hides his weary eyes to pray,</l>
<l id="h270-p0.16">Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of the sky?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.17">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.18">We too, O L<small id="h270-p0.19">ORD</small>, would fain command,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.20">As then, Thy wonder-working hand,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.21">And backward force the waves of Time,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.22">That now so swift and silent bear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.23">Our restless bark from year to year;</l>
<l id="h270-p0.24">Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime.</l>
<pb n="211" id="h270-Page_211" />
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.25">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.26">Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warm'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.27">And vows, too pure to be perform'd,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.28">And prayers blown wide by gales of care;--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.29">These, and such faint half-waking dreams,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.30">Like stormy lights on mountain streams,</l>
<l id="h270-p0.31">Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.32">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.33">How shall we 'scape th' o'erwhelming Past?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.34">Can spirits broken, joys o'ercast,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.35">And eyes that never more may smile:--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.36">Can these th' avenging bolt delay,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.37">Or win us back one little day</l>
<l id="h270-p0.38">The bitterness of death to soften and beguile?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.39">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.40">Father and Lover of our souls!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.41">Though darkly round Thine anger rolls,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.42">Thy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.43">Thou seek'st to warn us, not confound;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.44">Thy showers would pierce the harden'd ground,</l>
<l id="h270-p0.45">And win it to give out its brightness and perfume.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.46">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.47">Thou smil'st on us in wrath, and we,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.48">E'en in remorse, would smile on Thee;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.49">The tears that bathe our offer'd hearts</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.50">We would not have them stain'd and dim,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.51">But dropp'd from wings of seraphim,</l>
<l id="h270-p0.52">All glowing with the light accepted love imparts.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.53">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.54">Time's waters will not ebb, nor stay,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.55">Power cannot change them, but Love may;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.56">What cannot be, Love counts it done.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.57">Deep in the heart, her searching view</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.58">Can read where Faith is fix'd and true,</l>
<l id="h270-p0.59">Through shades of setting life can see Heaven's work begun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.60">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.61">O Thou, who keep'st the Key of Love,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.62">Open Thy fount, eternal Dove,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.63">And overflow this heart of mine,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.64">Enlarging as it fills with Thee,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.65">Till in one blaze of charity</l>
<l id="h270-p0.66">Care and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h270-p0.67">
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.68">Till, as each moment wafts us higher,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.69">By every gush of pure desire,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h270-p0.70">And high-breathed hope of joys above,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.71">By every secret sigh we heave,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h270-p0.72">Whole years of folly we outlive,</l>
<l id="h270-p0.73">In His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love.</l>
<pb n="212" id="h270-Page_212" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I mark'd a rainbow in the north" progress="53.35%" prev="h270" next="h272" id="h271">
<hymn id="h271-p0.1">
<h3 id="h271-p0.2">CCLXXI</h3>

<verse id="h271-p0.3">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.4">I mark'd a rainbow in the north,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.5">What time the wild autumnal sun</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.6">From his dark veil at noon look'd forth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.7">As glorying in his course half done,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.8">Flinging soft radiance far and wide</l>
<l id="h271-p0.9">Over the dusky heaven and bleak hill-side.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.10">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.11">It was a gleam to Memory dear,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.12">And as I walk and muse apart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.13">When all seems faithless round and drear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.14">I would revive it in my heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.15">And watch how light can find its way</l>
<l id="h271-p0.16">To regions farthest from the fount of day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.17">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.18">Light flashes in the gloomiest sky,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.19">And Music in the dullest plain,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.20">For there the lark is soaring high</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.21">Over her flat and leafless reign,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.22">And chanting in so blithe a tone,</l>
<l id="h271-p0.23">It shames the weary heart to feel itself alone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.24">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.25">Brighter than rainbow in the north,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.26">More cheery than the matin lark,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.27">Is the soft gleam of Christian worth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.28">Which on some holy house we mark;</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.29">Dear to the pastor's aching heart</l>
<l id="h271-p0.30">To think, where'er he looks, such gleam may have a part;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.31">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.32">May dwell, unseen by all but Heaven,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.33">Like diamond blazing in the mine;</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.34">For, ever, where such grace is given,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.35">It fears in open day to shine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.36">Lest the deep stain it owns within</l>
<l id="h271-p0.37">Break out, and Faith be shamed by the believer's sin,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.38">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.39">In silence and afar they wait,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.40">To find a prayer their L<small id="h271-p0.41">ORD</small> may hear:</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.42">Voice of the poor and desolate,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.43">You best may bring it to His ear!</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.44">Your grateful intercessions rise</l>
<l id="h271-p0.45">With more than royal pomp, and pierce the skies.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.46">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.47">Happy the soul, whose precious cause</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.48">You in the Sovereign Presence plead--</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.49">'This is the lover of Thy laws,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.50">The friend of Thine in fear and need'--</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.51">For to the poor Thy mercy lends</l>
<l id="h271-p0.52">That solemn style, 'Thy nation and Thy friends.'</l>
<pb n="213" id="h271-Page_213" />
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.53">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.54">He too is blest, whose outward eye</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.55">The graceful lines of art may trace</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.56">While his free spirit, soaring high,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.57">Discerns the glorious from the base;</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.58">Till out of dust his magic raise</l>
<l id="h271-p0.59">A home for prayer and love, and full harmonious praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.60">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.61">Where far away and high above,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.62">In maze on maze the trancéd sight</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.63">Strays, mindful of that heavenly love</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.64">Which knows no end in depth or height,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.65">While the strong breath of Music seems</l>
<l id="h271-p0.66">To waft us ever on, soaring in blissful dreams.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.67">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.68">What though in poor and humble guise</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.69">Thou here didst sojourn cottage-born?</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.70">Yet from Thy glory in the skies</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.71">Our earthly gold Thou dost not scorn:--</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.72">For Love delights to bring her best,</l>
<l id="h271-p0.73">And where Love is, that offering evermore is blest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.74">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.75">Love on the Saviour's dying head</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.76">Her spikenard drops unblamed may pour,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.77">May mount His cross, and wrap Him dead</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.78">In spices from the golden shore;</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.79">Risen, may embalm His sacred name</l>
<l id="h271-p0.80">With all a Painter's art, and all a Minstrel's flame.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h271-p0.81">
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.82">Worthless and lost our offerings seem,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.83">Drops in the ocean of His praise;</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.84">But Mercy with her genial beam</l>
<l class="t2" id="h271-p0.85">Is ripening them to pearly blaze,</l>
<l class="t" id="h271-p0.86">To sparkle in His crown above,</l>
<l id="h271-p0.87">Who welcomes here a child's as there an angel's love.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun" progress="53.85%" prev="h271" next="h273" id="h272">
<hymn id="h272-p0.1">
<h3 id="h272-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p149.4" id="h272-p0.3">CCLXXII</a></h3>

<verse id="h272-p0.4">
<l id="h272-p0.5">Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.6">The line of yellow light dies fast away</l>
<l id="h272-p0.7">That crown'd the eastern copse: and chill and dun</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.8">Falls on the moor the brief November day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.9">
<l id="h272-p0.10">Now the tired hunter winds a parting note,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.11">And Echo bids good-night from every glade;</l>
<l id="h272-p0.12">Yet wait awhile, and see the calm leaves float</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.13">Each to his rest beneath their parent shade.</l>
<pb n="214" id="h272-Page_214" />
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.14">
<l id="h272-p0.15">How like decaying life they seem to glide!</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.16">And yet no second spring have they in store,</l>
<l id="h272-p0.17">But where they fall, forgotten to abide</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.18">Is all their portion, and they ask no more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.19">
<l id="h272-p0.20">Soon o'er their heads blithe April airs shall sing,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.21">A thousand wild-flowers round them shall unfold,</l>
<l id="h272-p0.22">The green buds glisten in the dews of Spring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.23">And all be vernal rapture as of old.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.24">
<l id="h272-p0.25">Unconscious they in waste oblivion lie,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.26">In all the world of busy life around</l>
<l id="h272-p0.27">No thought of them; in all the bounteous sky</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.28">No drop, for them, of kindly influence found.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.29">
<l id="h272-p0.30">Man's portion is to die and rise again--</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.31">Yet he complains, while these unmurmuring part</l>
<l id="h272-p0.32">With their sweet lives, as pure from sin and stain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.33">As his when Eden held his virgin heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.34">
<l id="h272-p0.35">And haply half unblamed his murmuring voice</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.36">Might sound in Heaven, were all his second life</l>
<l id="h272-p0.37">Only the first renew'd--the heathen's choice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.38">A round of listless joy and weary strife.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.39">
<l id="h272-p0.40">For dreary were this earth, if earth were all,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.41">Tho' brighten'd oft by dear Affection's kiss;--</l>
<l id="h272-p0.42">Who for the spangles wears the funeral pall?</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.43">But catch a gleam beyond it, and 'tis bliss.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.44">
<l id="h272-p0.45">Heavy and dull this frame of limbs and heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.46">Whether slow creeping on cold earth, or borne</l>
<l id="h272-p0.47">On lofty steed, or loftier prow, we dart</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.48">O'er wave or field: yet breezes laugh to scorn</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.49">
<l id="h272-p0.50">Our puny speed, and birds, and clouds in heaven,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.51">And fish, like living shafts that pierce the main,</l>
<l id="h272-p0.52">And stars that shoot through freezing air at even--</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.53">Who but would follow, might he break his chain?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.54">
<l id="h272-p0.55">And thou shalt break it soon; the grovelling worm</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.56">Shall find his wings, and soar as fast and free</l>
<l id="h272-p0.57">As his transfigured L<small id="h272-p0.58">ORD</small> with lightning form</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.59">And snowy vest--such grace He won for thee,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.60">
<l id="h272-p0.61">When from the grave He sprang at dawn of morn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.62">And led through boundless air thy conquering road,</l>
<l id="h272-p0.63">Leaving a glorious track, where saints, new-born,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.64">Might fearless follow to their blest abode.</l>
<pb n="215" id="h272-Page_215" />
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.65">
<l id="h272-p0.66">But first, by many a stern and fiery blast</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.67">The world's rude furnace must thy blood refine,</l>
<l id="h272-p0.68">And many a gale of keenest woe be pass'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.69">Till every pulse beat true to airs divine,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h272-p0.70">
<l id="h272-p0.71">Till every limb obey the mounting soul,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.72">The mounting soul, the call by J<small id="h272-p0.73">ESUS</small> given:--</l>
<l id="h272-p0.74">He Who the stormy heart can so control,</l>
<l class="t" id="h272-p0.75">The laggard body soon will waft to Heaven.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h272-p1">See <a href="#notes-p149.4" id="h272-p1.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Sin is with man at morning-break" progress="54.31%" prev="h272" next="h274" id="h273">
<hymn id="h273-p0.1">
<h3 id="h273-p0.2">CCLXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h273-p1">THE REDEMPTION OF NATURE</p>

<verse id="h273-p1.1">
<l id="h273-p1.2">Sin is with man at morning-break,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.3">And through the live-long day</l>
<l id="h273-p1.4">Deafens the ear that fain would wake</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.5">To Nature's simple lay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.6">
<l id="h273-p1.7">But when eve's silent foot-fall steals</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.8">Along the eastern sky,</l>
<l id="h273-p1.9">And one by one to earth reveals</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.10">Those purer fires on high,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.11">
<l id="h273-p1.12">When one by one each human sound</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.13">Dies on the awful ear,</l>
<l id="h273-p1.14">Then Nature's voice no more is drown'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.15">She speaks, and we must hear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.16">
<l id="h273-p1.17">Then pours she on the Christian heart</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.18">That warning still and deep,</l>
<l id="h273-p1.19">At which high spirits of old would start</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.20">E'en from their Pagan sleep,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.21">
<l id="h273-p1.22">Just guessing, through their murky blind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.23">--Few, faint, and baffling sight--</l>
<l id="h273-p1.24">Streaks of a brighter heaven behind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.25">A cloudless depth of light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.26">
<l id="h273-p1.27">Such thoughts, the wreck of Paradise,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.28">Through many a dreary age,</l>
<l id="h273-p1.29">Upbore whate'er of good and wise</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.30">Yet lived in bard or sage:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.31">
<l id="h273-p1.32">They mark'd what agonizing throes</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.33">Shook the great mother's womb;</l>
<l id="h273-p1.34">But Reason's spells might not disclose</l>
<l class="t2" id="h273-p1.35">The gracious Birth to come;</l>
<pb n="216" id="h273-Page_216" />
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.36">
<l id="h273-p1.37">Nor could th' enchantress Hope forecast</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.38">G<small id="h273-p1.39">OD</small>'s secret love and power;</l>
<l id="h273-p1.40">The travail pangs of Earth must last</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.41">Till her appointed hour;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.42">
<l id="h273-p1.43">The hour that saw from opening heaven</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.44">Redeeming glory stream,</l>
<l id="h273-p1.45">Beyond the summer hues of even,</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.46">Beyond the mid-day beam.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.47">
<l id="h273-p1.48">Thenceforth, to eyes of high desire,</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.49">The meanest things below,</l>
<l id="h273-p1.50">As with a seraph's robe of fire</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.51">Invested, burn and glow:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.52">
<l id="h273-p1.53">The rod of Heaven has touch'd them all,</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.54">The word from Heaven is spoken;</l>
<l id="h273-p1.55">'Rise, shine, and sing, thou captive thrall:</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.56">Are not thy fetters broken?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.57">
<l id="h273-p1.58">'The G<small id="h273-p1.59">OD</small> Who hallow'd thee and blest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.60">Pronouncing thee all good--</l>
<l id="h273-p1.61">Hath He not all thy wrongs redrest,</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.62">And all thy bliss renew'd?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h273-p1.63">
<l id="h273-p1.64">'Why mourn'st thou still as one bereft,</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.65">Now that th' eternal Son</l>
<l id="h273-p1.66">His blesséd home in Heaven hath left</l>
<l class="t" id="h273-p1.67">To make thee all His own?'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When Nature tries her finest touch" progress="54.62%" prev="h273" next="h275" id="h274">
<hymn id="h274-p0.1">
<h3 id="h274-p0.2">CCLXXIV</h3>

<verse id="h274-p0.3">
<l id="h274-p0.4">When Nature tries her finest touch,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.5">Weaving her vernal wreath,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.6">Mark ye, how close she veils her round,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.7">Not to be traced by sight or sound,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.8">Nor soil'd by ruder breath?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.9">
<l id="h274-p0.10">Who ever saw the earliest rose</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.11">First open her sweet breast?</l>
<l id="h274-p0.12">Or, when the summer sun goes down,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.13">The first soft star in evening's crown</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.14">Light up her gleaming crest?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.15">
<l id="h274-p0.16">Fondly we seek the dawning bloom</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.17">On features wan and fair,--</l>
<l id="h274-p0.18">The gazing eye no change can trace,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.19">But look away a little space,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.20">Then turn, and lo! 'tis there.</l>
<pb n="217" id="h274-Page_217" />
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.21">
<l id="h274-p0.22">But there's a sweeter flower than e'er</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.23">Blush'd on the rosy spray--</l>
<l id="h274-p0.24">A brighter star, a richer bloom</l>
<l id="h274-p0.25">Than e'er did western heaven illume</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.26">At close of summer day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.27">
<l id="h274-p0.28">'Tis Love, the last best gift of Heaven;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.29">Love gentle, holy, pure;</l>
<l id="h274-p0.30">But tenderer than a dove's soft eye,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.31">The searching sun, the open sky,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.32">She never could endure.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.33">
<l id="h274-p0.34">So still and secret is her growth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.35">Ever the truest heart,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.36">Where deepest strikes her kindly root</l>
<l id="h274-p0.37">For hope or joy, for flower or fruit</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.38">Least knows its happy part.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.39">
<l id="h274-p0.40">E'en human Love will shrink from sight</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.41">Here in the coarse rude earth:</l>
<l id="h274-p0.42">How then should rash intruding glance</l>
<l id="h274-p0.43">Break in upon <i>her</i> sacred trance</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.44">Who boasts a heavenly birth?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h274-p0.45">
<l id="h274-p0.46">No--let the dainty rose awhile</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.47">Her bashful fragrance hide--</l>
<l id="h274-p0.48">Rend not her silken veil too soon,</l>
<l id="h274-p0.49">But leave her, in her own soft noon,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h274-p0.50">To flourish and abide.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will" progress="54.86%" prev="h274" next="h276" id="h275">
<hymn id="h275-p0.1">
<h3 id="h275-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p151.2" id="h275-p0.3">CCLXXV</a></h3>

<verse id="h275-p0.4">
<l id="h275-p0.5">O L<small id="h275-p0.6">ORD</small> my G<small id="h275-p0.7">OD</small>, do Thou Thy holy will--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h275-p0.8">I will lie still--</l>
<l id="h275-p0.9">I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h275-p0.10">And break the charm,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.11">Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h275-p0.12">In perfect rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h275-p0.13">
<l class="t" id="h275-p0.14">Come, Self-devotion, high and pure,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.15">Thoughts that in thankfulness endure,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.16">Though dearest hopes are faithless found,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.17">And dearest hearts are bursting round.</l>
<l id="h275-p0.18">Come, Resignation, spirit meek,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.19">And let me kiss thy placid cheek,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.20">And read in thy pale eye serene</l>
<l id="h275-p0.21">Their blessing, who by faith can wean</l>
<l id="h275-p0.22">Their hearts from sense, and learn to love</l>
<l id="h275-p0.23">G<small id="h275-p0.24">OD</small> only, and the joys above.</l>
<pb n="218" id="h275-Page_218" />
</verse>

<verse id="h275-p0.25">
<l class="t" id="h275-p0.26">They <a id="h275-p0.27">say</a><note n="187" id="h275-p0.28">See <a href="#notes-p151.2" id="h275-p0.29">Note</a></note>, who know the life divine,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.30">And upward gaze with eagle eyne,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.31">That by each golden crown on high,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.32">Rich with celestial jewelry,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.33">Which for our L<small id="h275-p0.34">ORD</small>'s redeem'd is set,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.35">There hangs a radiant coronet,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.36">All gemm'd with pure and living light,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.37">Too dazzling for a sinner's sight,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.38">Prepared for virgin souls, and them</l>
<l id="h275-p0.39">Who seek the martyr's diadem.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h275-p0.40">
<l class="t" id="h275-p0.41">Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.42">Must win their way through blood and fire.</l>
<l id="h275-p0.43">The writhings of a wounded heart</l>
<l id="h275-p0.44">Are fiercer than a foeman's dart.</l>
<l id="h275-p0.45">Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.46">In Desolation unrepining,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.47">Without a hope on earth to find</l>
<l id="h275-p0.48">A mirror in an answering mind,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.49">Meek souls there are, who little dream</l>
<l id="h275-p0.50">Their daily strife an Angel's theme,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.51">Or that the rod they take so calm</l>
<l id="h275-p0.52">Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h275-p0.53">
<l class="t" id="h275-p0.54">And there are souls that seem to dwell</l>
<l id="h275-p0.55">Above this earth--so rich a spell</l>
<l id="h275-p0.56">Floats round their steps, where'er they move,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.57">From hopes fulfill'd and mutual love.</l>
<l id="h275-p0.58">Such, if on high their thoughts are set,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.59">Nor in the stream the source forget,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.60">If prompt to quit the bliss they know,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.61">Following the Lamb where'er He go,</l>
<l id="h275-p0.62">By purest pleasures unbeguiled</l>
<l id="h275-p0.63">To idolize or wife or child;</l>
<l id="h275-p0.64">Such wedded souls our G<small id="h275-p0.65">OD</small> shall own</l>
<l id="h275-p0.66">For faultless virgins round His throne.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home" progress="55.18%" prev="h275" next="h277" id="h276">
<hymn id="h276-p0.1">
<h3 id="h276-p0.2">CCLXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h276-p1">SEMPER IDEM</p>

<verse id="h276-p1.1">
<l id="h276-p1.2">Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home;</l>
<l class="t" id="h276-p1.3">The fragrance of our old paternal fields</l>
<l id="h276-p1.4">May be forgotten; and the time may come</l>
<l class="t" id="h276-p1.5">When the babe's kiss no sense of pleasure yields</l>
<l id="h276-p1.6">E'en to the doting mother: but Thine own</l>
<l id="h276-p1.7">Thou never canst forget, nor leave alone.</l>
<pb n="219" id="h276-Page_219" />
</verse>

<verse id="h276-p1.8">
<l id="h276-p1.9">There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,</l>
<l class="t" id="h276-p1.10">None loves them best--O vain and selfish sigh!</l>
<l id="h276-p1.11">Out of the bosom of His love He spares--</l>
<l class="t" id="h276-p1.12">The Father spares the Son, for thee to die:</l>
<l id="h276-p1.13">For thee He died--for thee He lives again:</l>
<l id="h276-p1.14">O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h276-p1.15">
<l id="h276-p1.16">Thou art as much His care, as if beside</l>
<l class="t" id="h276-p1.17">Nor man nor angel lived in Heaven or earth:</l>
<l id="h276-p1.18">Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide</l>
<l class="t" id="h276-p1.19">To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth:</l>
<l id="h276-p1.20">They shine and shine with unexhausted store--</l>
<l id="h276-p1.21">Thou art thy Saviour's darling--seek no more.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord of my heart, by Thy last cry" progress="55.33%" prev="h276" next="h278" id="h277">
<hymn id="h277-p0.1">
<h3 id="h277-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p152.3" id="h277-p0.3">CCLXXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h277-p1">CHRISTO CONSOLATORI</p>

<verse id="h277-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h277-p1.2">L<small id="h277-p1.3">ORD</small> of my heart, by Thy last cry,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h277-p1.4">Let not Thy blood on earth be spent--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h277-p1.5">Lo, at Thy feet I fainting lie,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h277-p1.6">Mine eyes upon Thy wounds are bent,</l>
<l class="t" id="h277-p1.7">Upon Thy streaming wounds my weary eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h277-p1.8">Wait like the parchéd earth on April skies.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h277-p1.9">
<l class="t2" id="h277-p1.10">Wash me, and dry these bitter tears,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h277-p1.11">O let my heart no further roam,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h277-p1.12">'Tis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h277-p1.13">Long since--O call Thy wanderer home;</l>
<l class="t" id="h277-p1.14">To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side,</l>
<l id="h277-p1.15">Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h277-p2">See <a href="#notes-p152.3" id="h277-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The Son of God in doing good" progress="55.42%" prev="h277" next="h279" id="h278">
<hymn id="h278-p0.1">
<h3 id="h278-p0.2">CCLXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h278-p1">EPHPHATHA</p>

<verse id="h278-p1.1">
<l id="h278-p1.2">The Son of G<small id="h278-p1.3">OD</small> in doing good</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.4">Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:</l>
<l id="h278-p1.5">And shall the heirs of sinful blood</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.6">Seek joy unmix'd in charity?</l>
<l id="h278-p1.7">G<small id="h278-p1.8">OD</small> will not let Love's work impart</l>
<l id="h278-p1.9">Full solace, lest it steal the heart;</l>
<l id="h278-p1.10">Be thou content in tears to sow,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.11">Blessing, like J<small id="h278-p1.12">ESUS</small>, in thy woe.</l>
<pb n="220" id="h278-Page_220" />
</verse>

<verse id="h278-p1.13">
<l id="h278-p1.14">The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.15">The fetter'd tongue its chain may break;</l>
<l id="h278-p1.16">But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.17">The laggard soul, that will not wake,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.18">The guilt that scorns to be forgiven;--</l>
<l id="h278-p1.19">These baffle e'en the spells of Heaven;</l>
<l id="h278-p1.20">In thought of these, His brows benign</l>
<l id="h278-p1.21">Not e'en in healing cloudless shine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h278-p1.22">
<l id="h278-p1.23">No eye but His might ever bear</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.24">To gaze all down that drear abyss,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.25">Because none ever saw so clear</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.26">The shore beyond of endless bliss:</l>
<l id="h278-p1.27">The giddy waves so restless hurl'd,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.28">The vex'd pulse of this feverish world,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.29">He views and counts with steady sight,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.30">Used to behold the Infinite.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h278-p1.31">
<l id="h278-p1.32">But that in such communion high</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.33">He hath a fount of strength within,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.34">Sure His meek heart would break and die,</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.35">O'erburthen'd by His brethren's sin:</l>
<l id="h278-p1.36">--L<small id="h278-p1.37">ORD</small>, by Thy sad and earnest eye,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.38">When Thou didst look to Heaven and sigh;</l>
<l id="h278-p1.39">Thy voice, that with a word could chase</l>
<l id="h278-p1.40">The dumb, deaf spirit from his place;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h278-p1.41">
<l id="h278-p1.42">As Thou hast touch'd our ears, and taught</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.43">Our tongues to speak Thy praises plain,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.44">Quell Thou each thankless godless thought</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.45">That would make fast our bonds again.</l>
<l id="h278-p1.46">From worldly strife, from mirth unblest,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.47">Drowning Thy music in the breast,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.48">From foul reproach, from thrilling fears,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.49">Preserve, good L<small id="h278-p1.50">ORD</small>, Thy servants' ears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h278-p1.51">
<l id="h278-p1.52">From idle words, that restless throng</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.53">And haunt our hearts when we would pray,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.54">From Pride's false chime, and jarring wrong,</l>
<l class="t" id="h278-p1.55">Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way:</l>
<l id="h278-p1.56">For Thou hast sworn, that every ear,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.57">Willing or loth, Thy trump shall hear,</l>
<l id="h278-p1.58">And every tongue unchainéd be</l>
<l id="h278-p1.59">To own no hope, no G<small id="h278-p1.60">OD</small>, but Thee.</l>
<pb n="221" id="h278-Page_221" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Wish not, dear friends, my pain away" progress="55.75%" prev="h278" next="h280" id="h279">
<hymn id="h279-p0.1">
<h3 id="h279-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p153.2" id="h279-p0.3">CCLXXIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h279-p0.4">
<l id="h279-p0.5">Wish not, dear friends, my pain away--</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.6">Wish me a wise and thankful heart,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.7">With G<small id="h279-p0.8">OD</small>, in all my griefs, to stay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.9">Nor from His loved correction start.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.10">
<l id="h279-p0.11">The dearest offering He can crave</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.12">His portion in our souls to prove,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.13">What is it to the gift He gave,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.14">The only Son of His dear love?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.15">
<l id="h279-p0.16">But we, like vex'd unquiet sprights,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.17">Will still be hovering o'er the tomb,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.18">Where buried lie our vain delights,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.19">Nor sweetly take a sinner's doom.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.20">
<l id="h279-p0.21">In Life's long sickness evermore</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.22">Our thoughts are tossing to and fro;</l>
<l id="h279-p0.23"><a id="h279-p0.24">We</a> change our posture o'er and o'er<note n="188" id="h279-p0.25">See <a href="#notes-p153.2" id="h279-p0.26">Note</a></note>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.27">But cannot rest, nor cheat our woe.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.28">
<l id="h279-p0.29">Were it not better to lie still,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.30">Let Him strike home and bless the rod,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.31">Never so safe as when our will</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.32">Yields undiscern'd by all but G<small id="h279-p0.33">OD</small>?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.34">
<l id="h279-p0.35">Thy precious things, whate'er they be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.36">That haunt and vex thee, heart and brain,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.37">Look to the Cross, and thou shalt see</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.38">How thou may'st turn them all to gain.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.39">
<l id="h279-p0.40">Lovest thou praise? the Cross is shame:</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.41">Or ease? the Cross is bitter grief:</l>
<l id="h279-p0.42">More pangs than tongue or heart can frame</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.43">Were suffer'd there without relief.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.44">
<l id="h279-p0.45">We of that Altar would partake,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.46">But cannot quit<note n="189" id="h279-p0.47"><i>quit</i>, pay</note> the cost--no throne</l>
<l id="h279-p0.48">Is ours, to leave for Thy dear sake--</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.49">We cannot do as Thou hast done.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.50">
<l id="h279-p0.51">We cannot part with Heaven for Thee--</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.52">Yet guide us in Thy track of love:</l>
<l id="h279-p0.53">Let us gaze on where light should be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.54">Though not a beam the clouds remove.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.55">
<l id="h279-p0.56">So wanderers ever fond and true</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.57">Look homeward through the evening sky,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.58">Without a streak of heaven's soft blue</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.59">To aid Affection's dreaming eye.</l>
<pb n="222" id="h279-Page_222" />
</verse>

<verse id="h279-p0.60">
<l id="h279-p0.61">The wanderer seeks his native bower,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.62">And we will look and long for Thee,</l>
<l id="h279-p0.63">And thank Thee for each trying hour,</l>
<l class="t" id="h279-p0.64">Wishing, not struggling, to be free.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Why should we faint and fear to live alone" progress="56.04%" prev="h279" next="h281" id="h280">
<hymn id="h280-p0.1">
<h3 id="h280-p0.2">CCLXXX</h3>

<verse id="h280-p0.3">
<l id="h280-p0.4">Why should we faint and fear to live alone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.5">Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die,</l>
<l id="h280-p0.6">Nor e'en the tenderest heart, and next our own,</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.7">Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.8">
<l id="h280-p0.9">Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.10">Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart,</l>
<l id="h280-p0.11">Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow--</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.12">Hues of their own, fresh borrow'd from the heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.13">
<l id="h280-p0.14">And well it is for us our G<small id="h280-p0.15">OD</small> should feel</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.16">Alone our secret throbbings: so our prayer</l>
<l id="h280-p0.17">May readier spring to Heaven, nor spend its zeal</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.18">On cloud-born idols of this lower air.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.19">
<l id="h280-p0.20">For if one heart in perfect sympathy</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.21">Beat with another, answering love for love,</l>
<l id="h280-p0.22">Weak mortals, all entranced, on earth would lie,</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.23">Nor listen for those purer strains above.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.24">
<l id="h280-p0.25">Or what if Heaven for once its searching light</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.26">Lent to some partial eye, disclosing all</l>
<l id="h280-p0.27">The rude bad thoughts, that in our bosom's night</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.28">Wander at large, nor heed Love's gentle thrall?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.29">
<l id="h280-p0.30">Who would not shun the dreary uncouth place?</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.31">As if, fond leaning where her infant slept,</l>
<l id="h280-p0.32">A mother's arm a serpent should embrace:</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.33">So might we friendless live, and die unwept.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.34">
<l id="h280-p0.35">Then keep the softening veil in mercy drawn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.36">Thou Who canst love us, tho' Thou read us true;</l>
<l id="h280-p0.37">As on the bosom of th' aërial lawn</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.38">Melts in dim haze each coarse ungentle hue.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.39">
<l id="h280-p0.40">Thou know'st our bitterness--our joys are Thine--</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.41">No stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild:</l>
<l id="h280-p0.42">Nor could we bear to think, how every line</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.43">Of us, Thy darken'd likeness and defiled,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h280-p0.44">
<l id="h280-p0.45">Stands in full sunshine of Thy piercing eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.46">But that Thou call'st us Brethren: sweet repose</l>
<l id="h280-p0.47">Is in that word--the L<small id="h280-p0.48">ORD</small> who dwells on high</l>
<l class="t" id="h280-p0.49">Knows all, yet loves us better than He knows.</l>
<pb n="223" id="h280-Page_223" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ave Maria! blesséd Maid" progress="56.33%" prev="h280" next="h282" id="h281">
<hymn id="h281-p0.1">
<h3 id="h281-p0.2">CCLXXXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h281-p1">B. V. M.</p>

<verse id="h281-p1.1">
<l id="h281-p1.2">Ave Maria! blesséd Maid!</l>
<l id="h281-p1.3">Lily of Eden's fragrant shade,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.4">Who can express the love</l>
<l id="h281-p1.5">That nurtured thee so pure and sweet,</l>
<l id="h281-p1.6">Making thy heart a shelter meet</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.7">For J<small id="h281-p1.8">ESUS</small>' holy Dove?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h281-p1.9">
<l id="h281-p1.10">Ave Maria! Mother blest,</l>
<l id="h281-p1.11">To whom, caressing and caress'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.12">Clings the Eternal Child;</l>
<l id="h281-p1.13">Favour'd beyond Archangels' dream,</l>
<l id="h281-p1.14">When first on thee with tenderest gleam</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.15">Thy new-born Saviour smiled:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h281-p1.16">
<l id="h281-p1.17">Ave Maria! thou whose name</l>
<l id="h281-p1.18">All but adoring love may claim,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.19">Yet may we reach thy shrine;</l>
<l id="h281-p1.20">For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows</l>
<l id="h281-p1.21">To crown all lowly lofty brows</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.22">With love and joy like thine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h281-p1.23">
<l id="h281-p1.24">Bless'd is the womb that bare Him--bless'd</l>
<l id="h281-p1.25">The bosom where His lips were press'd;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.26">But rather bless'd are they</l>
<l id="h281-p1.27">Who hear His word and keep it well,</l>
<l id="h281-p1.28">The living homes where C<small id="h281-p1.29">HRIST</small> shall dwell,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h281-p1.30">And never pass away.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Bless'd are the pure in heart" progress="56.47%" prev="h281" next="h283" id="h282">
<hymn id="h282-p0.1">
<h3 id="h282-p0.2">CCLXXXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h282-p1">THE PURIFICATION</p>

<verse id="h282-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.2">Bless'd are the pure in heart,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.3">For they shall see our G<small id="h282-p1.4">OD</small>;</l>
<l id="h282-p1.5">The secret of the L<small id="h282-p1.6">ORD</small> is theirs,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.7">Their soul is C<small id="h282-p1.8">HRIST</small>'s abode.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.9">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.10">--Might mortal thought presume</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.11">To guess an angel's lay,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.12">Such are the notes that echo through</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.13">The courts of Heaven to-day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.14">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.15">Such the triumphal hymns</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.16">On Sion's Prince that wait,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.17">In high procession passing on</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.18">Towards His temple-gate.</l>
<pb n="224" id="h282-Page_224" />
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.19">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.20">Give ear, ye kings--bow down</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.21">Ye rulers of the earth--</l>
<l id="h282-p1.22">This, this is He; your Priest by grace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.23">Your G<small id="h282-p1.24">OD</small> and King by birth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.25">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.26">No pomp of earthly guards</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.27">Attends with sword and spear,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.28">And all-defying, dauntless look,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.29">Their monarch's way to clear;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.30">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.31">Yet are there more with Him</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.32">Than all that are with you--</l>
<l id="h282-p1.33">The armies of the highest Heaven,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.34">All righteous, good and true.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.35">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.36">Spotless their robes and pure,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.37">Dipp'd in the sea of light,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.38">That hides the unapproachéd shrine</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.39">From men's and angels' sight.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.40">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.41">His throne, thy bosom blest,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.42">O Mother undefiled--</l>
<l id="h282-p1.43">That throne, if aught beneath the skies,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.44">Beseems the sinless child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.45">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.46">Lost in high thoughts, 'whose son</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.47">The wondrous Babe might prove,'</l>
<l id="h282-p1.48">Her guileless husband walks beside,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.49">Bearing the hallow'd dove;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.50">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.51">Meet emblem of His vow,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.52">Who, on this happy day,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.53">His dove-like soul--best Sacrifice--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.54">Did on God's altar lay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.55">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.56">But who is he, by years</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.57">Bow'd, but erect in heart,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.58">Whose prayers are struggling with his tears?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.59">'L<small id="h282-p1.60">ORD</small>, let me now depart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.61">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.62">'Now hath Thy servant seen</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.63">Thy saving health, O L<small id="h282-p1.64">ORD</small>;</l>
<l id="h282-p1.65">'Tis time that I depart in peace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.66">According to Thy word.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.67">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.68">Yet swells the pomp: one more</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.69">Comes forth to bless her G<small id="h282-p1.70">OD</small>:</l>
<l id="h282-p1.71">Full fourscore years, meek widow, she</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.72">Her heaven-ward way hath trod.</l>
<pb n="225" id="h282-Page_225" />
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.73">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.74">She who to earthly joys</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.75">So long had given farewell,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.76">Now sees, unlook'd for, Heaven on earth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.77">C<small id="h282-p1.78">HRIST</small> in His Israel.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.79">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.80">Wide open from that hour</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.81">The temple-gates are set,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.82">And still the saints rejoicing there</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.83">The holy Child have met.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.84">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.85">--Now count His train to-day,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.86">And who may meet Him, learn:</l>
<l id="h282-p1.87">Him child-like sires, meek maidens find,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.88">Where pride can nought discern.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h282-p1.89">
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.90">Still to the lowly soul</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.91">He doth Himself impart,</l>
<l id="h282-p1.92">And for His cradle and His throne</l>
<l class="t2" id="h282-p1.93">Chooseth the pure in heart.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="We were not by when Jesus came" progress="56.85%" prev="h282" next="h284" id="h283">
<hymn id="h283-p0.1">
<h3 id="h283-p0.2">CCLXXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h283-p1">BEATI QUI NON VIDERUNT</p>

<verse id="h283-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.2">We were not by when J<small id="h283-p1.3">ESUS</small> came;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.4">But round us, far and near,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.5">We see His trophies, and His name</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.6">In choral echoes hear.</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.7">In a fair ground our lot is cast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.8">As in the solemn week that past,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.9">While some might doubt, but all adored,</l>
<l id="h283-p1.10">Ere the whole widow'd Church had seen her risen L<small id="h283-p1.11">ORD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h283-p1.12">
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.13">Then, gliding through th' unopening door,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.14">Smooth without step or sound,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.15">'Peace to your souls,' He said--no more--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.16">They own Him, kneeling round.</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.17">Eye, ear, and hand, and loving heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.18">Body and soul in every part,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.19">Successive made His witnesses that hour,</l>
<l id="h283-p1.20">Cease not in all the world to shew His saving power.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h283-p1.21">
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.22">--Is there, on earth, a spirit frail,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.23">Who fears to take their word,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.24">Scarce daring, through the twilight pale,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.25">To think he sees the L<small id="h283-p1.26">ORD</small>?</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.27">With eyes too tremblingly awake</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.28">To bear with dimness for His sake?</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.29">Read and confess the Hand Divine</l>
<l id="h283-p1.30">That drew thy likeness here so true in every line.</l>
<pb n="226" id="h283-Page_226" />
</verse>

<verse id="h283-p1.31">
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.32">For all thy rankling doubts so sore,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.33">Love thou thy Saviour still,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.34">Him for thy L<small id="h283-p1.35">ORD</small> and G<small id="h283-p1.36">OD</small> adore,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h283-p1.37">And ever do His will.</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.38">Though vexing thoughts may seem to last,</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.39">Let not thy soul be quite o'ercast,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h283-p1.40">Soon will He shew thee all His wounds, and say,</l>
<l id="h283-p1.41">'Long have I known thy name--know thou My face alway.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare" progress="57.07%" prev="h283" next="h285" id="h284">
<hymn id="h284-p0.1">
<h3 id="h284-p0.2">CCLXXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h284-p1">THE CONVERSION OF S. PAUL</p>

<verse id="h284-p1.1">
<l id="h284-p1.2">The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.3">Broods o'er the hazy, twinkling air;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.4">Along the level sand</l>
<l id="h284-p1.5">The palm-tree's shade unwavering lies,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.6">Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.7">To greet yon wearied band.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.8">
<l id="h284-p1.9">The leader of that martial crew</l>
<l id="h284-p1.10">Seems bent some mighty deed to do,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.11">So steadily he speeds,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.12">With lips firm closed and fixéd eye,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.13">Like warrior when the fight is nigh,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.14">Nor talk nor landscape heeds.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.15">
<l id="h284-p1.16">What sudden blaze is round him pour'd,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.17">As though all Heaven's refulgent hoard</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.18">In one rich glory shone?</l>
<l id="h284-p1.19">One moment--and to earth he falls:</l>
<l id="h284-p1.20">What voice his inmost heart appals?--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.21">Voice heard by him alone;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.22">
<l id="h284-p1.23">For to the rest both words and form</l>
<l id="h284-p1.24">Seem lost in lightning and in storm,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.25">While Saul, in wakeful trance,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.26">Sees deep within that dazzling field</l>
<l id="h284-p1.27">His persecuted L<small id="h284-p1.28">ORD</small> reveal'd</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.29">With keen yet pitying glance:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.30">
<l id="h284-p1.31">And hears the meek upbraiding call</l>
<l id="h284-p1.32">As gently on his spirit fall,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.33">As if th' Almighty Son</l>
<l id="h284-p1.34">Were prisoner yet in this dark earth,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.35">Nor had proclaim'd His royal birth,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.36">Nor His great power begun.</l>
<pb n="217" id="h284-Page_217" />
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.37">
<l id="h284-p1.38">'Ah! wherefore persecut'st thou Me?'</l>
<l id="h284-p1.39">He heard and saw, and sought to free</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.40">His strain'd eye from the sight:</l>
<l id="h284-p1.41">But Heaven's high magic bound it there,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.42">Still gazing, though untaught to bear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.43">Th' insufferable light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.44">
<l id="h284-p1.45">'Who art Thou, L<small id="h284-p1.46">ORD</small>?' he falters forth:--</l>
<l id="h284-p1.47">So shall Sin ask of heaven and earth</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.48">At the last awful day.</l>
<l id="h284-p1.49">When did we see Thee suffering nigh,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.50">And pass'd Thee with unheeding eye?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.51">Great G<small id="h284-p1.52">OD</small> of judgment, say!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.53">
<l id="h284-p1.54">Ah! little dream our listless eyes</l>
<l id="h284-p1.55">What glorious presence they despise,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.56">While, in our noon of life,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.57">To power or fame we rudely press:--</l>
<l id="h284-p1.58">C<small id="h284-p1.59">HRIST</small> is at hand, to scorn or bless,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.60">C<small id="h284-p1.61">HRIST</small> suffers in our strife.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.62">
<l id="h284-p1.63">And though heaven-gate long since have closed,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.64">And our dear L<small id="h284-p1.65">ORD</small> in bliss reposed,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.66">High above mortal ken,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.67">To every ear in every land</l>
<l id="h284-p1.68">(Though meek ears only understand)</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.69">He speaks as He did then.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.70">
<l id="h284-p1.71">'Ah! wherefore persecute ye Me?</l>
<l id="h284-p1.72">'Tis hard, ye so in love should be</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.73">With your own endless woe.</l>
<l id="h284-p1.74">Know, though at G<small id="h284-p1.75">OD</small>'s right hand I live,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.76">I feel each wound ye reckless give</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.77">To the least saint below.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.78">
<l id="h284-p1.79">'I in your care My brethren left,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.80">Not willing ye should be bereft</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.81">Of waiting on your L<small id="h284-p1.82">ORD</small>.</l>
<l id="h284-p1.83">The meanest offering ye can make--</l>
<l id="h284-p1.84">A drop of water--for love's sake</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.85">In Heaven, be sure, is stored.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.86">
<l id="h284-p1.87">O by those gentle tones and dear,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.88">When Thou hast stay'd our wild career,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.89">Thou only hope of souls,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.90">Ne'er let us cast one look behind,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.91">But in the thought of J<small id="h284-p1.92">ESUS</small> find</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.93">What every thought controls.</l>
<pb n="228" id="h284-Page_228" />
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.94">
<l id="h284-p1.95">As to Thy last Apostle's heart</l>
<l id="h284-p1.96">Thy lightning glance did then impart</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.97">Zeal's never-dying fire,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.98">So teach us on Thy shrine to lay</l>
<l id="h284-p1.99">Our hearts, and let them day by day</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.100">Intenser blaze and higher.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.101">
<l id="h284-p1.102">And as each mild and winning note</l>
<l id="h284-p1.103">(Like pulses that round harp-strings float</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.104">When the full strain is o'er)</l>
<l id="h284-p1.105">Left lingering on his inward ear</l>
<l id="h284-p1.106">Music, that taught, as death drew near,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.107">Love's lesson more and more:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h284-p1.108">
<l id="h284-p1.109">So, as we walk our earthly round,</l>
<l id="h284-p1.110">Still may the echo of that sound</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.111">Be in our memory stored:</l>
<l id="h284-p1.112">'Christians! behold your happy state:</l>
<l id="h284-p1.113">C<small id="h284-p1.114">HRIST</small> is in these, who round you wait;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h284-p1.115">Make much of your dear L<small id="h284-p1.116">ORD</small>!'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Where is it mothers learn their love" progress="57.61%" prev="h284" next="h286" id="h285">
<hymn id="h285-p0.1">
<h3 id="h285-p0.2">CCLXXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h285-p1">HOLY BAPTISM</p>

<verse id="h285-p1.1">
<l id="h285-p1.2">Where is it mothers learn their love?--</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.3">In every Church a fountain springs</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.4">O'er which th' eternal Dove</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.5">Hovers on softest wings.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.6">
<l id="h285-p1.7">What sparkles in that lucid flood</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.8">Is water, by gross mortals eyed:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.9">But seen by Faith, 'tis blood</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.10">Out of a dear Friend's side.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.11">
<l id="h285-p1.12">A few calm words of faith and prayer,</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.13">A few bright drops of holy dew,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.14">Shall work a wonder there</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.15">Earth's charmers never knew.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.16">
<l id="h285-p1.17">O happy arms, where cradled lies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.18">And ready for the L<small id="h285-p1.19">ORD</small>'s embrace,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.20">That precious sacrifice,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.21">The darling of His grace!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.22">
<l id="h285-p1.23">Blest eyes, that see the smiling gleam</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.24">Upon the slumbering features glow,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.25">When the life-giving stream</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.26">Touches the tender brow:</l>
<pb n="229" id="h285-Page_229" />
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.27">
<l id="h285-p1.28">Or when the holy cross is sign'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.29">And the young soldier duly sworn</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.30">With true and fearless mind</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.31">To serve the Virgin-born.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.32">
<l id="h285-p1.33">But happiest ye, who seal'd and blest</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.34">Back to your arms your treasure take,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.35">With J<small id="h285-p1.36">ESUS</small>' mark impress'd</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.37">To nurse for J<small id="h285-p1.38">ESUS</small>' sake:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.39">
<l id="h285-p1.40">To whom--as if in hallow'd air</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.41">Ye knelt before some awful shrine--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.42">His innocent gestures wear</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.43">A meaning half divine:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.44">
<l id="h285-p1.45">By whom Love's daily touch is seen</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.46">In strengthening form and freshening hue,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.47">In the fix'd brow serene,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.48">The deep yet eager view.--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.49">
<l id="h285-p1.50">Who taught thy pure and even breath</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.51">To come and go with such sweet grace?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.52">Whence thy reposing Faith,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.53">Though in our frail embrace?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.54">
<l id="h285-p1.55">O tender gem, and full of Heaven!</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.56">Not in the twilight stars on high,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.57">Not in moist flowers at even</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.58">See we our G<small id="h285-p1.59">OD</small> so nigh.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h285-p1.60">
<l id="h285-p1.61">Sweet one, make haste and know Him too,</l>
<l class="t" id="h285-p1.62">Thine own adopting Father love,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h285-p1.63">That like thine earliest dew</l>
<l class="t3" id="h285-p1.64">Thy dying sweets may prove.</l>
</verse>



</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes" progress="57.89%" prev="h285" next="h287" id="h286">
<hymn id="h286-p0.1">
<h3 id="h286-p0.2">CLXXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h286-p1">CATECHISM</p>

<verse id="h286-p1.1">
<l id="h286-p1.2">Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.3">To childish ears are vain,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.4">That the young mind at random floats,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.5">And cannot reach the strain.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.6">
<l id="h286-p1.7">Dim or unheard, the words may fall,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.8">And yet the heaven-taught mind</l>
<l id="h286-p1.9">May learn the sacred air, and all</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.10">The harmony unwind.</l>
<pb n="230" id="h286-Page_230" />
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.11">
<l id="h286-p1.12">Was not our L<small id="h286-p1.13">ORD</small> a little child,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.14">Taught by degrees to pray,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.15">By father dear and mother mild</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.16">Instructed day by day?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.17">
<l id="h286-p1.18">And loved He not of Heaven to talk</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.19">With children in His sight,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.20">To meet them in His daily walk,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.21">And to His arms invite?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.22">
<l id="h286-p1.23">What though around His throne of fire</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.24">The everlasting chant</l>
<l id="h286-p1.25">Be wafted from the seraph choir</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.26">In glory jubilant?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.27">
<l id="h286-p1.28">Yet stoops He, ever pleased to mark</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.29">Our rude essays of love,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.30">Faint as the pipe of wakening lark,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.31">Heard by some twilight grove:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.32">
<l id="h286-p1.33">Yet is He near us, to survey</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.34">These bright and order'd files,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.35">Like spring-flowers in their best array,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.36">All silence and all smiles.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.37">
<l id="h286-p1.38">Save that each little voice in turn</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.39">Some glorious truth proclaims,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.40">What sages would have died to learn,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.41">Now taught by cottage dames.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.42">
<l id="h286-p1.43">And if some tones be false or low,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.44">What are all prayers beneath</l>
<l id="h286-p1.45">But cries of babes, that cannot know</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.46">Half the deep thought they breathe?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.47">
<l id="h286-p1.48">In His own words we C<small id="h286-p1.49">HRIST</small> adore,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.50">But angels, as we speak,</l>
<l id="h286-p1.51">Higher above our meaning soar</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.52">Than we o'er children weak:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h286-p1.53">
<l id="h286-p1.54">And yet His words mean more than they,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.55">And yet He owns their praise:</l>
<l id="h286-p1.56">Why should we think, He turns away</l>
<l class="t2" id="h286-p1.57">From infants' simple lays?</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil" progress="58.14%" prev="h286" next="h288" id="h287">
<hymn id="h287-p0.1">
<h3 id="h287-p0.2">CCLXXXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h287-p1">CONFIRMATION</p>

<verse id="h287-p1.1">
<l id="h287-p1.2">Draw, H<small id="h287-p1.3">OLY</small> G<small id="h287-p1.4">HOST</small>, Thy seven-fold veil</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.5">Between us and the fires of youth;</l>
<l id="h287-p1.6">Breathe, H<small id="h287-p1.7">OLY</small> G<small id="h287-p1.8">HOST</small>, Thy freshening gale,</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.9">Our fever'd brow in age to soothe.</l>
<pb n="231" id="h287-Page_231" />
</verse>

<verse id="h287-p1.10">
<l id="h287-p1.11">And oft as sin and sorrow tire,</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.12">The hallow'd hour do Thou renew,</l>
<l id="h287-p1.13">When beckon'd up the awful choir</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.14">By pastoral hands, toward Thee we drew;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h287-p1.15">
<l id="h287-p1.16">When trembling at the sacred rail</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.17">We hid our eyes and held our breath,</l>
<l id="h287-p1.18">Felt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail,</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.19">And long'd to own Thee to the death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h287-p1.20">
<l id="h287-p1.21">For ever on our souls be traced</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.22">That blessing dear, that dove-like hand,</l>
<l id="h287-p1.23">A sheltering rock in Memory's waste,</l>
<l class="t" id="h287-p1.24">O'er-shadowing all the weary land.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hues of the rich unfolding morn" progress="58.26%" prev="h287" next="h289" id="h288">
<hymn id="h288-p0.1">
<h3 id="h288-p0.2">CCLXXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h288-p1">MORNING</p>

<verse id="h288-p1.1">
<l id="h288-p1.2">Hues of the rich unfolding morn,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.3">That, ere the glorious sun be born,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.4">By some soft touch invisible</l>
<l id="h288-p1.5">Around his path are taught to swell;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.6">
<l id="h288-p1.7">Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.8">That dancest forth at opening day,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.9">And brushing by with joyous wing,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.10">Wakenest each little leaf to sing;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.11">
<l id="h288-p1.12">Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.13">By which deep grove and tangled stream</l>
<l id="h288-p1.14">Pay, for soft rains in season given,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.15">Their tribute to the genial heaven;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.16">
<l id="h288-p1.17">Why waste your treasures of delight</l>
<l id="h288-p1.18">Upon our thankless, joyless sight;</l>
<l id="h288-p1.19">Who day by day to sin awake,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.20">Seldom of Heaven and you partake?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.21">
<l id="h288-p1.22">Oh! timely happy, timely wise,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.23">Hearts that with rising morn arise!</l>
<l id="h288-p1.24">Eyes that the beam celestial view,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.25">Which evermore makes all things new!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.26">
<l id="h288-p1.27">New every morning is the love</l>
<l id="h288-p1.28">Our wakening and uprising prove;</l>
<l id="h288-p1.29">Through sleep and darkness safely brought,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.30">Restored to life, and power, and thought.</l>
<pb n="232" id="h288-Page_232" />
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.31">
<l id="h288-p1.32">New mercies, each returning day,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.33">Hover around us while we pray;</l>
<l id="h288-p1.34">New perils past, new sins forgiven,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.35">New thoughts of G<small id="h288-p1.36">OD</small>, new hopes of Heaven.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.37">
<l id="h288-p1.38">If on our daily course our mind</l>
<l id="h288-p1.39">Be set to hallow all we find,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.40">New treasures still, of countless price,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.41">G<small id="h288-p1.42">OD</small> will provide for sacrifice.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.43">
<l id="h288-p1.44">Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.45">As more of Heaven in each we see:</l>
<l id="h288-p1.46">Some softening gleam of love and prayer</l>
<l id="h288-p1.47">Shall dawn on every cross and care.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.48">
<l id="h288-p1.49">As for some dear familiar strain</l>
<l id="h288-p1.50">Untired we ask, and ask again,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.51">Ever, in its melodious store,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.52">Finding a spell unheard before;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.53">
<l id="h288-p1.54">Such is the bliss of souls serene,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.55">When they have sworn, and stedfast mean,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.56">Counting the cost, in all t' espy</l>
<l id="h288-p1.57">Their G<small id="h288-p1.58">OD</small>, in all themselves deny.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.59">
<l id="h288-p1.60">O could we learn that sacrifice,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.61">What lights would all around us rise!</l>
<l id="h288-p1.62">How would our hearts with wisdom talk</l>
<l id="h288-p1.63">Along Life's dullest dreariest walk!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.64">
<l id="h288-p1.65">We need not bid, for cloister'd cell,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.66">Our neighbour and our work farewell,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.67">Nor strive to wind ourselves too high</l>
<l id="h288-p1.68">For sinful man beneath the sky:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.69">
<l id="h288-p1.70">The trivial round, the common task,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.71">Would furnish all we ought to ask;</l>
<l id="h288-p1.72">Room to deny ourselves; a road</l>
<l id="h288-p1.73">To bring us, daily, nearer G<small id="h288-p1.74">OD</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.75">
<l id="h288-p1.76">Seek we no more; content with these,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.77">Let present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.78">As Heaven shall bid them, come and go:--</l>
<l id="h288-p1.79">The secret this of Rest below.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h288-p1.80">
<l id="h288-p1.81">Only, O L<small id="h288-p1.82">ORD</small>, in Thy dear love</l>
<l id="h288-p1.83">Fit us for perfect Rest above;</l>
<l id="h288-p1.84">And help us, this and every day,</l>
<l id="h288-p1.85">To live more nearly as we pray.</l>
<pb n="233" id="h288-Page_233" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze" progress="58.67%" prev="h288" next="h290" id="h289">
<hymn id="h289-p0.1">
<h3 id="h289-p0.2">CCLXXXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h289-p1">EVENING</p>

<verse id="h289-p1.1">
<l id="h289-p1.2">'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.3">Fast fading from our wistful gaze;</l>
<l id="h289-p1.4">Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight</l>
<l id="h289-p1.5">The last faint pulse of quivering light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.6">
<l id="h289-p1.7">In darkness and in weariness</l>
<l id="h289-p1.8">The traveller on his way must press,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.9">No gleam to watch on tree or tower,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.10">Whiling away the lonesome hour.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.11">
<l id="h289-p1.12">Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.13">It is not night if Thou be near:</l>
<l id="h289-p1.14">Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise</l>
<l id="h289-p1.15">To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.16">
<l id="h289-p1.17">When round Thy wondrous works below</l>
<l id="h289-p1.18">My searching rapturous glance I throw,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.19">Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.20">In earth or sky, in stream or grove;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.21">
<l id="h289-p1.22">Or by the light Thy words disclose</l>
<l id="h289-p1.23">Watch Time's full river as it flows,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.24">Scanning Thy gracious Providence,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.25">Where not too deep for mortal sense:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.26">
<l id="h289-p1.27">When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.28">And all the flowers of life unfold;</l>
<l id="h289-p1.29">Let not my heart within me burn,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.30">Except in all I Thee discern.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.31">
<l id="h289-p1.32">When the soft dews of kindly sleep</l>
<l id="h289-p1.33">My wearied eyelids gently steep,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.34">Be my last thought, how sweet to rest</l>
<l id="h289-p1.35">For ever on my Saviour's breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.36">
<l id="h289-p1.37">Abide with me from morn till eve,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.38">For without Thee I cannot live:</l>
<l id="h289-p1.39">Abide with me when night is nigh,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.40">For without Thee I dare not die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.41">
<l id="h289-p1.42">Thou Framer of the light and dark,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.43">Steer through the tempest Thine own ark:</l>
<l id="h289-p1.44">Amid the howling wintry sea</l>
<l id="h289-p1.45">We are in port if we have Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.46">
<l id="h289-p1.47">The Rulers of this Christian land,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.48">'Twixt Thee and us ordain'd to stand,--</l>
<l id="h289-p1.49">Guide Thou their course, O L<small id="h289-p1.50">ORD</small>, aright,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.51">Let all do all as in Thy sight.</l>
<pb n="234" id="h289-Page_234" />
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.52">
<l id="h289-p1.53">Oh! by Thine own sad burthen, borne</l>
<l id="h289-p1.54">So meekly up the hill of scorn,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.55">Teach Thou Thy Priests their daily cross</l>
<l id="h289-p1.56">To bear as Thine, nor count it loss!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.57">
<l id="h289-p1.58">If some poor wandering child of Thine</l>
<l id="h289-p1.59">Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.60">Now, L<small id="h289-p1.61">ORD</small>, the gracious work begin;</l>
<l id="h289-p1.62">Let him no more lie down in sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.63">
<l id="h289-p1.64">Watch by the sick: enrich the poor</l>
<l id="h289-p1.65">With blessings from Thy boundless store:</l>
<l id="h289-p1.66">Be every Mourner's sleep to-night</l>
<l id="h289-p1.67">Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h289-p1.68">
<l id="h289-p1.69">Come near and bless us when we wake,</l>
<l id="h289-p1.70">Ere through the world our way we take;</l>
<l id="h289-p1.71">Till in the ocean of Thy love</l>
<l id="h289-p1.72">We lose ourselves in Heaven above.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I say to thee, do thou repeat" progress="59.04%" prev="h289" next="h291" id="h290">
<hymn id="h290-p0.1">
<h3 id="h290-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p154.8" id="h290-p0.3">CCXC</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h290-p1">THE KINGDOM OF GOD</p>

<verse id="h290-p1.1">
<l id="h290-p1.2">I say to thee, do thou repeat</l>
<l id="h290-p1.3">To the first man thou mayest meet</l>
<l id="h290-p1.4">In lane, highway, or open street--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h290-p1.5">
<l id="h290-p1.6">That he and we and all men move</l>
<l id="h290-p1.7">Under a canopy of love,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.8">As broad as the blue sky above;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h290-p1.9">
<l id="h290-p1.10">That doubt and trouble, fear and pain</l>
<l id="h290-p1.11">And anguish, all are shadows vain,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.12">That death itself shall not remain;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h290-p1.13">
<l id="h290-p1.14">That weary deserts we may tread,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.15">A dreary labyrinth may thread,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.16">Through dark ways underground be led;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h290-p1.17">
<l id="h290-p1.18">Yet, if we will one Guide obey,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.19">The dreariest path, the darkest way</l>
<l id="h290-p1.20">Shall issue out in heavenly day;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h290-p1.21">
<l id="h290-p1.22">And we, on divers shores now cast,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.23">Shall meet, our perilous voyage past,</l>
<l id="h290-p1.24">All in our Father's house at last.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h290-p2">R. C. Trench</p>
<pb n="235" id="h290-Page_235" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What, many times I musing ask'd, is Man" progress="59.16%" prev="h290" next="h292" id="h291">
<hymn id="h291-p0.1">
<h3 id="h291-p0.2">CCXCI</h3>

<verse id="h291-p0.3">
<l id="h291-p0.4">What, many times I musing ask'd, is Man,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.5">If grief and care</l>
<l id="h291-p0.6">Keep far from him? he knows not what he can,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.7">What cannot bear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h291-p0.8">
<l id="h291-p0.9">He, till the fire hath proved him, doth remain</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.10">The main part dross:</l>
<l id="h291-p0.11">To lack the loving discipline of pain</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.12">Were endless loss.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h291-p0.13">
<l id="h291-p0.14">Yet when my L<small id="h291-p0.15">ORD</small> did ask me on what side</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.16">I were content</l>
<l id="h291-p0.17">The grief, whereby I must be purified,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.18">To Me were sent,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h291-p0.19">
<l id="h291-p0.20">As each imagined anguish did appear,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.21">Each withering bliss,</l>
<l id="h291-p0.22">Before my soul, I cried, 'Oh! spare me here;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.23">Oh no, not this!'--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h291-p0.24">
<l id="h291-p0.25">Like one that having need of, deep within,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.26">The surgeon's knife,</l>
<l id="h291-p0.27">Would hardly bear that it should graze the skin,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.28">Though for his life:--</l>
</verse>


<verse id="h291-p0.29">
<l id="h291-p0.30">Till He at last, Who best doth understand</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.31">Both what we need,</l>
<l id="h291-p0.32">And what can bear, did take my case in hand,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h291-p0.33">Nor crying heed.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh thou of dark forebodings drear" progress="59.29%" prev="h291" next="h293" id="h292">
<hymn id="h292-p0.1">
<h3 id="h292-p0.2">CCXCII</h3>

<verse id="h292-p0.3">
<l id="h292-p0.4">Oh thou of dark forebodings drear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h292-p0.5">Oh thou of such a faithless heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h292-p0.6">Hast thou forgotten what thou art,</l>
<l id="h292-p0.7">That thou hast ventured so to fear?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h292-p0.8">
<l id="h292-p0.9">No weed on ocean's bosom cast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h292-p0.10">Borne by its never-resting foam</l>
<l class="t" id="h292-p0.11">This way and that, without a home,</l>
<l id="h292-p0.12">Till flung on some bleak shore at last:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h292-p0.13">
<l id="h292-p0.14">But thou the lotus, which above</l>
<l class="t" id="h292-p0.15">Sway'd here and there by wind and tide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h292-p0.16">Yet still below doth fix'd abide,</l>
<l id="h292-p0.17">Fast rooted in the eternal Love.</l>
<pb n="236" id="h292-Page_236" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh blessing, wearing semblance of a curse" progress="59.37%" prev="h292" next="h294" id="h293">
<hymn id="h293-p0.1">
<h3 id="h293-p0.2">CCXCIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h293-p1">DUST TO DUST</p>

<verse id="h293-p1.1">
<l id="h293-p1.2">Oh blessing, wearing semblance of a curse,</l>
<l class="t" id="h293-p1.3">We fear thee, thou stern sentence!--yet to be</l>
<l id="h293-p1.4">Link'd to immortal bodies were far worse</l>
<l class="t3" id="h293-p1.5">Than thus to be set free.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h293-p1.6">
<l id="h293-p1.7">For mingling with the life-blood through each vein</l>
<l class="t" id="h293-p1.8">The venom of the serpent's bite has run,</l>
<l id="h293-p1.9">And only thus might be expell'd again--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h293-p1.10">Thus only health be won.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h293-p1.11">
<l id="h293-p1.12">Shall we not then a gracious sentence own,</l>
<l class="t" id="h293-p1.13">Now since the leprosy has fretted through</l>
<l id="h293-p1.14">The entire house, that Thou wilt take it down,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h293-p1.15">And build it all anew?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h293-p1.16">
<l id="h293-p1.17">Build it this time (since Thou wilt build again),</l>
<l class="t" id="h293-p1.18">A holy house, where righteousness may dwell;</l>
<l id="h293-p1.19">And we, though in the unbuilding there be pain,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h293-p1.20">Will still affirm,--'tis well.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="This did not once so trouble me" progress="59.49%" prev="h293" next="h295" id="h294">
<hymn id="h294-p0.1">
<h3 id="h294-p0.2">CCXCIV</h3>

<verse id="h294-p0.3">
<l id="h294-p0.4">This did not once so trouble me,</l>
<l id="h294-p0.5">That better I could not love Thee;</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.6">But now I feel and know</l>
<l id="h294-p0.7">That only when we love, we find</l>
<l id="h294-p0.8">How far our hearts remain behind</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.9">The love they should bestow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h294-p0.10">
<l id="h294-p0.11">While we had little care to call</l>
<l id="h294-p0.12">On Thee, and scarcely pray'd at all,</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.13">We seem'd enough to pray:</l>
<l id="h294-p0.14">But now we only think with shame,</l>
<l id="h294-p0.15">How seldom to Thy glorious Name</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.16">Our lips their offerings pay.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h294-p0.17">
<l id="h294-p0.18">And when we gave yet slighter heed</l>
<l id="h294-p0.19">Unto our brother's suffering need,</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.20">Our hearts reproach'd us then</l>
<l id="h294-p0.21">Not half so much as now, that we</l>
<l id="h294-p0.22">With such a careless eye can see</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.23">The woes and wants of men.</l>
<pb n="237" id="h294-Page_237" />
</verse>

<verse id="h294-p0.24">
<l id="h294-p0.25">In doing is this knowledge won,</l>
<l id="h294-p0.26">To see what yet remains undone;</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.27">With this our pride repress,</l>
<l id="h294-p0.28">And give us grace, a growing store,</l>
<l id="h294-p0.29">That day by day we may do more,</l>
<l class="t" id="h294-p0.30">And may esteem it less.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, weary of a painful way" progress="59.63%" prev="h294" next="h296" id="h295">
<hymn id="h295-p0.1">
<h3 id="h295-p0.2">CCXCV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h295-p1">THE GUESTEN HOUSE</p>

<verse id="h295-p1.1">
<l id="h295-p1.2">L<small id="h295-p1.3">ORD</small>, weary of a painful way,</l>
<l id="h295-p1.4">All night our heads we would not lay</l>
<l class="t" id="h295-p1.5">Under the naked sky;</l>
<l id="h295-p1.6">But ask, who worthiest? who will best</l>
<l id="h295-p1.7">Entreat a tired and lowly guest</l>
<l class="t" id="h295-p1.8">With promptest courtesy?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h295-p1.9">
<l id="h295-p1.10">And Thou art worthiest; there will not</l>
<l id="h295-p1.11">One loving usage be forgot</l>
<l class="t" id="h295-p1.12">By Thee; Thy kiss will greet</l>
<l id="h295-p1.13">Us entering; Thou wilt not disdain</l>
<l id="h295-p1.14">To wash away each guilty stain</l>
<l class="t" id="h295-p1.15">From off our soiléd feet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h295-p1.16">
<l id="h295-p1.17">We enter, from this time to prove</l>
<l id="h295-p1.18">Thy hospitality and love</l>
<l class="t" id="h295-p1.19">Shown tow'rd Thy meanest guest:</l>
<l id="h295-p1.20">From house to house we would not stray,</l>
<l id="h295-p1.21">For whither should we go away?</l>
<l class="t" id="h295-p1.22">With Thee is perfect rest.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="If we with earnest effort could succeed" progress="59.74%" prev="h295" next="h297" id="h296">
<hymn id="h296-p0.1">
<h3 id="h296-p0.2">CCXCVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h296-p1">PRAYER</p>

<verse id="h296-p1.1">
<l id="h296-p1.2">If we with earnest effort could succeed</l>
<l id="h296-p1.3">To make our life one long connected prayer,</l>
<l id="h296-p1.4">As lives of some perhaps have been and are:</l>
<l id="h296-p1.5">If never leaving Thee, we had no need</l>
<l id="h296-p1.6">Our wandering spirits back again to lead</l>
<l id="h296-p1.7">Into Thy presence, but continued there,</l>
<l id="h296-p1.8">Like angels standing on the highest stair</l>
<l id="h296-p1.9">Of the sapphire throne,--this were to pray indeed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h296-p1.10">
<l id="h296-p1.11">But if distractions manifold prevail,</l>
<l id="h296-p1.12">And if in this we must confess we fail,</l>
<pb n="238" id="h296-Page_238" />
<l id="h296-p1.13">Grant us to keep at least a prompt desire,</l>
<l id="h296-p1.14">Continual readiness for prayer and praise,</l>
<l id="h296-p1.15">An altar heap'd and waiting to take fire</l>
<l id="h296-p1.16">With the least spark, and leap into a blaze.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="To leave unseen so many a glorious sight" progress="59.85%" prev="h296" next="h298" id="h297">
<hymn id="h297-p0.1">
<h3 id="h297-p0.2">CCXCVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h297-p1">HERE AND HEREAFTER</p>

<verse id="h297-p1.1">
<l id="h297-p1.2">To leave unseen so many a glorious sight,</l>
<l id="h297-p1.3">To leave so many lands unvisited,</l>
<l id="h297-p1.4">To leave so many worthiest books unread,</l>
<l id="h297-p1.5">Unrealized so many visions bright;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h297-p1.6">
<l id="h297-p1.7">Oh! wretched yet inevitable spite</l>
<l id="h297-p1.8">Of our brief span, that we must yield our breath,</l>
<l id="h297-p1.9">And wrap us in the unfeeling coil of death,</l>
<l id="h297-p1.10">So much remaining of unproved delight!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h297-p1.11">
<l id="h297-p1.12">But hush, my soul, and vain regrets, be still'd;</l>
<l id="h297-p1.13">Find rest in Him who is the complement</l>
<l id="h297-p1.14">Of whatsoe'er transcends our mortal doom,</l>
<l id="h297-p1.15">Of baffled hope and unfulfill'd intent;</l>
<l id="h297-p1.16">In the clear vision and aspéct of Whom</l>
<l id="h297-p1.17">All longings and all hopes shall be fulfill'd.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thou inevitable Day" progress="59.96%" prev="h297" next="h299" id="h298">
<hymn id="h298-p0.1">
<h3 id="h298-p0.2">CCXCVIII</h3>

<verse id="h298-p0.3">
<l id="h298-p0.4">Thou inevitable Day,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.5">When a voice to me shall say,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.6">'Thou must rise and come away;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.7">
<l id="h298-p0.8">'All thine other journeys past,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.9">Gird thee, and make ready fast</l>
<l id="h298-p0.10">For thy longest and thy last':--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.11">
<l id="h298-p0.12">Day deep-hidden from our sight</l>
<l id="h298-p0.13">In impenetrable night,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.14">Who may guess of thee aright?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.15">
<l id="h298-p0.16">Art thou distant, art thou near?</l>
<l id="h298-p0.17">Wilt thou seem more dark or clear?</l>
<l id="h298-p0.18">Day with more of hope or fear?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.19">
<l id="h298-p0.20">Wilt thou come, unseen before</l>
<l id="h298-p0.21">Thou art standing at the door,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.22">Saying, light and life are o'er?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.23">
<l id="h298-p0.24">Or with such a gradual pace,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.25">As shall leave me largest space</l>
<l id="h298-p0.26">To regard thee face to face?</l>
<pb n="239" id="h298-Page_239" />
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.27">
<l id="h298-p0.28">Shall I lay my drooping head</l>
<l id="h298-p0.29">On some loved lap,--round my bed</l>
<l id="h298-p0.30">Prayer be made and tears be shed?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.31">
<l id="h298-p0.32">Or at distance from mine own,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.33">Name and kin alike unknown,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.34">Make my solitary moan?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.35">
<l id="h298-p0.36">Will there yet be things to leave,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.37">Hearts to which this heart must cleave,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.38">From which parting it must grieve?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.39">
<l id="h298-p0.40">Or shall life's best ties be o'er,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.41">And all loved ones gone before</l>
<l id="h298-p0.42">To that other happier shore?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.43">
<l id="h298-p0.44">Shall I gently fall on sleep,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.45">Death, like slumber, o'er me creep,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.46">Like a slumber sweet and deep?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.47">
<l id="h298-p0.48">Or the soul long strive in vain,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.49">To escape, with toil and pain,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.50">From its half-divided chain?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.51">
<l id="h298-p0.52">Little skills it where or how,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.53">If thou comest then or now,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.54">With a smooth or angry brow;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h298-p0.55">
<l id="h298-p0.56">Come thou must, and we must die--</l>
<l id="h298-p0.57">J<small id="h298-p0.58">ESUS</small>! Saviour! stand Thou by,</l>
<l id="h298-p0.59">When that last sleep seals our eye!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In token that thou shalt not fear" progress="60.20%" prev="h298" next="h300" id="h299">
<hymn id="h299-p0.1">
<h3 id="h299-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p155.2" id="h299-p0.3">CCXCIX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h299-p1">AT THE FONT</p>

<verse id="h299-p1.1">
<l id="h299-p1.2">In token that thou shalt not fear</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.3">C<small id="h299-p1.4">HRIST</small> Crucified to own,</l>
<l id="h299-p1.5">We print the Cross upon thee here,</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.6">And stamp thee His alone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h299-p1.7">
<l id="h299-p1.8">In token that thou shalt not blush</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.9">To glory in His Name,</l>
<l id="h299-p1.10">We blazon here upon thy front</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.11">His glory and His shame.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h299-p1.12">
<l id="h299-p1.13">In token that thou shalt not flinch</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.14">C<small id="h299-p1.15">HRIST</small>'s quarrel to maintain,</l>
<l id="h299-p1.16">But 'neath His banner manfully</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.17">Firm at thy post remain;</l>
<pb n="240" id="h299-Page_240" />
</verse>

<verse id="h299-p1.18">
<l id="h299-p1.19">In token that thou too shalt tread</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.20">The path He travell'd by,</l>
<l id="h299-p1.21">Endure the cross, despise the shame,</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.22">And sit thee down on high;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h299-p1.23">
<l id="h299-p1.24">Thus, outwardly and visibly,</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.25">We seal thee for His own;</l>
<l id="h299-p1.26">And may the brow that wears His Cross</l>
<l class="t" id="h299-p1.27">Hereafter share His Crown!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h299-p2">H. Alford</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Be not afraid to pray--to pray is right" progress="60.32%" prev="h299" next="h301" id="h300">
<hymn id="h300-p0.1">
<h3 id="h300-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p156.2" id="h300-p0.3">CCC</a></h3>

<verse id="h300-p0.4">
<l id="h300-p0.5">Be not afraid to pray--to pray is right.</l>
<l id="h300-p0.6">Pray, if thou canst, with hope; but ever pray,</l>
<l id="h300-p0.7">Though hope be weak, or sick with long delay;</l>
<l id="h300-p0.8">Pray in the darkness, if there be no light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h300-p0.9">
<l id="h300-p0.10">Far is the time, remote from human sight,</l>
<l id="h300-p0.11">When war and discord on the earth shall cease;</l>
<l id="h300-p0.12">Yet every prayer for universal peace</l>
<l id="h300-p0.13">Avails the blesséd time to expedite.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h300-p0.14">
<l id="h300-p0.15">Whate'er is good to wish, ask that of Heaven,</l>
<l id="h300-p0.16">Though it be what thou canst not hope to see;</l>
<l id="h300-p0.17">Pray to be perfect, though material leaven</l>
<l id="h300-p0.18">Forbid the spirit so on earth to be:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h300-p0.19">
<l id="h300-p0.20">But if for any wish thou darest not pray,</l>
<l id="h300-p0.21">Then pray to G<small id="h300-p0.22">OD</small> to cast that wish away.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h300-p1">H. Coleridge</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight" progress="60.43%" prev="h300" next="h302" id="h301">
<hymn id="h301-p0.1">
<h3 id="h301-p0.2">CCCI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h301-p1">MULTUM DILEXIT</p>

<verse id="h301-p1.1">
<l id="h301-p1.2">She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight</l>
<l id="h301-p1.3">Of sin oppress'd her heart; for all the blame,</l>
<l id="h301-p1.4">And the poor malice of the worldly shame,</l>
<l id="h301-p1.5">To her was past, extinct, and out of date:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h301-p1.6">
<l id="h301-p1.7">Only the sin remain'd,--the leprous state;</l>
<l id="h301-p1.8">She would be melted by the heat of love,</l>
<l id="h301-p1.9">By fires far fiercer than are blown to prove</l>
<l id="h301-p1.10">And purge the silver ore adulterate.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h301-p1.11">
<l id="h301-p1.12">She sat and wept, and with her untress'd hair</l>
<l id="h301-p1.13">Still wiped the feet she was so blest to touch;</l>
<l id="h301-p1.14">And He wiped off the soiling of despair</l>
<l id="h301-p1.15">From her sweet soul, because she loved so much.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h301-p1.16">
<l id="h301-p1.17">I am a sinner, full of doubts and fears,--</l>
<l id="h301-p1.18">Make me a humble thing of love and tears!</l>
<pb n="241" id="h301-Page_241" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In stature perfect, and with every gift" progress="60.55%" prev="h301" next="h303" id="h302">
<hymn id="h302-p0.1">
<h3 id="h302-p0.2">CCCII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h302-p1">OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF GOD</p>

<verse id="h302-p1.1">
<l id="h302-p1.2">In stature perfect, and with every gift</l>
<l id="h302-p1.3">Which G<small id="h302-p1.4">OD</small> would on His favourite work bestow,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.5">Did our great Parent his pure form uplift,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.6">And sprang from earth, the lord of all below.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h302-p1.7">
<l id="h302-p1.8">But Adam fell before a child was born,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.9">And want and weakness with his fall began;</l>
<l id="h302-p1.10">So his first offspring was a thing forlorn,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.11">In human shape, without the strength of man.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h302-p1.12">
<l id="h302-p1.13">So, Heaven has doom'd that all of Adam's race,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.14">Naked and helpless shall their course begin,--</l>
<l id="h302-p1.15">E'en at their birth confess their need of grace--</l>
<l id="h302-p1.16">And weeping, wail the penalty of sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h302-p1.17">
<l id="h302-p1.18">Yet sure the babe is in the cradle blest,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.19">Since G<small id="h302-p1.20">OD</small> Himself a baby deign'd to be--</l>
<l id="h302-p1.21">And slept upon a mortal Mother's breast,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.22">And steep'd in baby tears His Deity.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h302-p1.23">
<l id="h302-p1.24">--O sleep, sweet infant, for we all must sleep,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.25">And wake like babes, that we may wake with Him,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.26">Who watches still His own from harm to keep,</l>
<l id="h302-p1.27">And o'er them spreads the wings of Cherubim.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I'm wearin' awa', John" progress="60.71%" prev="h302" next="h304" id="h303">
<hymn id="h303-p0.1">
<h3 id="h303-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p157.2" id="h303-p0.3">CCCIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h303-p1">THE LAND O' THE LEAL</p>

<verse id="h303-p1.1">
<l id="h303-p1.2">I'm wearin' awa', John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.3">Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.4">I'm wearin' awa'</l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.5">To the land o' the leal.</l>
<l id="h303-p1.6">There's nae sorrow there, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.7">There's neither cauld nor care, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.8">The day's aye fair</l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.9">I' the land o' the leal.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h303-p1.10">
<l id="h303-p1.11">Our bonnie bairn's there, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.12">She was baith gude and fair, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.13">And, oh! we grudged her sair</l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.14">To the land o' the leal.</l>
<l id="h303-p1.15">But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.16">And joy's comin' fast, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.17">The joy that 's aye to last</l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.18">In the land o' the leal.</l>
<pb n="242" id="h303-Page_242" />
</verse>

<verse id="h303-p1.19">
<l id="h303-p1.20"><a id="h303-p1.21">Sae dear's that joy was bought, John,</a></l>
<l id="h303-p1.22">Sae free the battle fought, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.23">That sinfu' man e'er brought<note n="190" id="h303-p1.24">See <a href="#notes-p157.2" id="h303-p1.25">Note</a></note></l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.26">To the land o' the leal.</l>
<l id="h303-p1.27">Oh! dry your glist'ning ee, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.28">My saul langs to be free, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.29">And Angels beckon me</l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.30">To the land o' the leal.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h303-p1.31">
<l id="h303-p1.32">Oh, haud<note n="191" id="h303-p1.33"><i>haud</i>, keep</note> ye leal and true, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.34">Your day it's wearin' thro', John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.35">An' I'll welcome you</l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.36">To the land o' the leal.</l>
<l id="h303-p1.37">Now fare ye weel, my ain John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.38">This world's cares are vain, John,</l>
<l id="h303-p1.39">We'll meet and aye be fain<note n="192" id="h303-p1.40"><i>fain</i>, happy</note></l>
<l class="t3" id="h303-p1.41">I' the land o' the leal,</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h303-p2">C. Lady Nairn</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Again, O Lord, I ope my eyes" progress="60.89%" prev="h303" next="h305" id="h304">
<hymn id="h304-p0.1">
<h3 id="h304-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p159.3" id="h304-p0.3">CCCIV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h304-p1">MORNING THOUGHTS</p>

<verse id="h304-p1.1">
<l id="h304-p1.2">Again, O L<small id="h304-p1.3">ORD</small>, I ope my eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.4">Thy glorious light to see,</l>
<l id="h304-p1.5">And share the gifts so largely lent</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.6">To thankless man by Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h304-p1.7">
<l id="h304-p1.8">And why has G<small id="h304-p1.9">OD</small> o'er me this night</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.10">The watch so kindly kept?</l>
<l id="h304-p1.11">And why have I so safely waked,</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.12">And why so sweetly slept?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h304-p1.13">
<l id="h304-p1.14">And wherefore do I live and breathe?</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.15">And wherefore have I still</l>
<l id="h304-p1.16">The mind to know, the sense to choose,</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.17">The strength to do Thy will?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h304-p1.18">
<l id="h304-p1.19">Is it, to waste another day</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.20">In folly, sin, and shame?</l>
<l id="h304-p1.21">To give to these my heart and hand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.22">And spurn my Maker's claim?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h304-p1.23">
<l id="h304-p1.24">Is it, for honour, wealth, or power</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.25">My heavenly hopes to sell?</l>
<l id="h304-p1.26">Is it, to grasp at pleasure's flower</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.27">Upon the brink of hell?</l>
<pb n="243" id="h304-Page_243" />
</verse>

<verse id="h304-p1.28">
<l id="h304-p1.29">Is it, to grow unto the world,</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.30">As glides the world from me;</l>
<l id="h304-p1.31">Be one day nearer to the grave,</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.32">And further, L<small id="h304-p1.33">ORD</small>, from Thee?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h304-p1.34">
<l id="h304-p1.35">No! thus too many days I've spent!</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.36">To Thee, then, this be given:</l>
<l id="h304-p1.37">Teach what I owe to Man below,</l>
<l class="t" id="h304-p1.38">And to Thyself in heaven.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h304-p2">H. F. Lyte</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hail, scenes of holy grandeur! hail" progress="61.06%" prev="h304" next="h306" id="h305">
<hymn id="h305-p0.1">
<h3 id="h305-p0.2">CCCV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h305-p1">THE ALPS</p>

<verse id="h305-p1.1">
<l id="h305-p1.2">Hail, scenes of holy grandeur! hail!</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.3">Where mortal sense stands hush'd and awed:--</l>
<l id="h305-p1.4">Oh, who could gaze on such, and fail</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.5">To think of Thee, my G<small id="h305-p1.6">OD</small>?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h305-p1.7">
<l id="h305-p1.8">Alone and dread Thou dwellest here,</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.9">The Source and Soul of all I see.</l>
<l id="h305-p1.10">I look around in joy and fear,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.11">And feel I am with Thee!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h305-p1.12">
<l id="h305-p1.13">I see Thee on the mountain sit,</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.14">At summer's noon, sublime and still;</l>
<l id="h305-p1.15">Or, in the giant shadows flit</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.16">Along from hill to hill.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h305-p1.17">
<l id="h305-p1.18">I read Thy presence and Thy power</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.19">In each eternal rock I meet;</l>
<l id="h305-p1.20">I trace Thy love in every flower</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.21">That blossoms at my feet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h305-p1.22">
<l id="h305-p1.23">Thou speakest from each rolling cloud</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.24">That pours its stormy mirth on high,</l>
<l id="h305-p1.25">When cliff to cliff is shouting loud,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.26">Responsive to the sky:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h305-p1.27">
<l id="h305-p1.28">Thy voice at night is in the sound</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.29">Of sinking glaciers, rushing rills,</l>
<l id="h305-p1.30">And avalanches thundering round</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.31">Among the startled hills:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h305-p1.32">
<l id="h305-p1.33">The mountain-mists in all their moods,</l>
<l class="t" id="h305-p1.34">The snows by earthly feet untrod,--</l>
<l id="h305-p1.35">The fells, the forests, and the floods,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h305-p1.36">Are all instinct with G<small id="h305-p1.37">OD</small>.</l>
<pb n="244" id="h305-Page_244" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The Lord hath builded for Himself" progress="61.23%" prev="h305" next="h307" id="h306">
<hymn id="h306-p0.1">
<h3 id="h306-p0.2">CCCVI</h3>

<verse id="h306-p0.3">
<l id="h306-p0.4">The L<small id="h306-p0.5">ORD</small> hath builded for Himself</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.6">He needs no earthly dome;</l>
<l id="h306-p0.7">The universe His dwelling is,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.8">Eternity His home.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h306-p0.9">
<l id="h306-p0.10">Yon glorious sky His temple stands,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.11">So lofty, bright, and blue,</l>
<l id="h306-p0.12">All lamp'd with stars, and curtain'd round</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.13">With clouds of every hue,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h306-p0.14">
<l id="h306-p0.15">Earth is His altar: Nature there</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.16">Her daily tribute pays;</l>
<l id="h306-p0.17">The elements upon Him wait;</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.18">The seasons roll His praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h306-p0.19">
<l id="h306-p0.20">Where shall I see Him? How describe</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.21">The Dread, Eternal One?</l>
<l id="h306-p0.22">His foot-prints are in every place,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.23">Himself is found in none.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h306-p0.24">
<l id="h306-p0.25">He call'd the world, and it arose;</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.26">The heavens and they appear'd;</l>
<l id="h306-p0.27">His hand pour'd forth the mighty deep;</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.28">His arm the mountains rear'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h306-p0.29">
<l id="h306-p0.30">He sets His foot upon the hills,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.31">And earth beneath Him quakes;</l>
<l id="h306-p0.32">He walks upon the hurricane,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.33">And in the thunder speaks.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h306-p0.34">
<l id="h306-p0.35">--I search the rounds of space and time,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.36">Nor find His semblance there--</l>
<l id="h306-p0.37">Grandeur has nothing so sublime,</l>
<l class="t" id="h306-p0.38">Nor Beauty half so fair.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="She is not dead--she only sleeps" progress="61.39%" prev="h306" next="h308" id="h307">
<hymn id="h307-p0.1">
<h3 id="h307-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p160.2" id="h307-p0.3">CCCVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h307-p1">A FALLEN SISTER</p>

<verse id="h307-p1.1">
<l id="h307-p1.2">She is not dead--she only sleeps:</l>
<l id="h307-p1.3">Life in her soul its vigil keeps:</l>
<l id="h307-p1.4">Though dark the cloud, though strong the chain,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.5">Speak, L<small id="h307-p1.6">ORD</small>, and she shall live again!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.7">
<l id="h307-p1.8">She is not dead:--it cannot be</l>
<l id="h307-p1.9">That one whose soul so glow'd to Thee,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.10">Should all that's past renounce, forget:</l>
<l id="h307-p1.11">Oh, speak, and she will hear Thee yet!</l>
<pb n="245" id="h307-Page_245" />
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.12">
<l id="h307-p1.13">I know, I know how once she felt,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.14">Have seen her spirit mount and melt;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.15">Have join'd with her in praise and prayer;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.16">And cannot, dare not, yet despair.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.17">
<l id="h307-p1.18">She that has fed on heavenly food,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.19">Conversed with all that's great and good,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.20">Can she descend from heights like these</l>
<l id="h307-p1.21">To the poor worldling's husks and lees?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.22">
<l id="h307-p1.23">She, that has bent at Heaven's high throne,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.24">And claim'd its glories for her own,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.25">An earthworm here again to crawl?--</l>
<l id="h307-p1.26">She cannot long so deeply fall.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.27">
<l id="h307-p1.28">I know how many for her feel,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.29">And plead with Thee to come and heal:</l>
<l id="h307-p1.30">I know the power of faith and prayer,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.31">And cannot, will not, yet despair.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.32">
<l id="h307-p1.33">Sunk as she is in thoughtless sin,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.34">Thou hast a still, small voice within--</l>
<l id="h307-p1.35">A silent hold--a hidden plea--</l>
<l id="h307-p1.36">That needs but quickening, L<small id="h307-p1.37">ORD</small>, from Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.38">
<l id="h307-p1.39">A look of Thine can life impart;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.40">A tone of Thine can touch the heart:</l>
<l id="h307-p1.41">The very grave Thy voice must hear:</l>
<l id="h307-p1.42">Oh, bid it reach our sister's ear!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.43">
<l id="h307-p1.44">Press on her soul each pang and scorn,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.45">Which Thou for her of old hast borne;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.46">And ask how she will dare to meet</l>
<l id="h307-p1.47">Thy face upon a judgment-seat.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.48">
<l id="h307-p1.49">Talk to her heart, and bid her feel;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.50">Send forth Thy word to wound and heal;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.51">Melt off her spirit's icy chain,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.52">And bid her rise and live again,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h307-p1.53">
<l id="h307-p1.54">She is not dead:--Thy voice Divine</l>
<l id="h307-p1.55">Can still revive, and seal her Thine;</l>
<l id="h307-p1.56">And 'neath Thy wing she yet may dwell,</l>
<l id="h307-p1.57">More meek, more safe, than ere she fell.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The song of God, so nobly sung" progress="61.69%" prev="h307" next="h309" id="h308">
<hymn id="h308-p0.1">
<h3 id="h308-p0.2">CCCVIII</h3>

<verse id="h308-p0.3">
<l id="h308-p0.4">The song of G<small id="h308-p0.5">OD</small>, so nobly sung</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.6">By Angels in a higher sphere,</l>
<l id="h308-p0.7">Shall my unworthy heart and tongue</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.8">Attempt its numbers here?</l>
<pb n="246" id="h308-Page_246" />
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.9">
<l id="h308-p0.10">With spirit cleaving to the dust,</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.11">How should I hope to glow and soar?</l>
<l id="h308-p0.12">How speak of heavenly joy and trust,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.13">Till I have felt them more?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.14">
<l id="h308-p0.15">An heir of guilt, a child of sin,</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.16">An exile in a world like this,</l>
<l id="h308-p0.17">What should I find without, within,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.18">To match with Him and His?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.19">
<l id="h308-p0.20">In vain I spread my flickering wings;</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.21">In vain I strive aloft to flee:</l>
<l id="h308-p0.22">Great L<small id="h308-p0.23">ORD</small> of lords, and K<small id="h308-p0.24">ING</small> of kings,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.25">I cannot sing of Thee!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.26">
<l id="h308-p0.27">I want a Seraph's lofty voice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.28">I want a Seraph's soaring wing,</l>
<l id="h308-p0.29">Before I make such themes my choice,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.30">And G<small id="h308-p0.31">OD</small>'s dread glories sing.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.32">
<l id="h308-p0.33">Thou needest not a note of mine</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.34">To swell the triumphs of Thy throne,</l>
<l id="h308-p0.35">Where myriads round Thee bend and shine,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.36">And Heaven is all Thy own!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.37">
<l id="h308-p0.38">No rather let me sit and sigh,</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.39">And drop contrition's silent tear:</l>
<l id="h308-p0.40">Praise is the task of saints on high;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.41">But prayer of sinners here.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h308-p0.42">
<l id="h308-p0.43">The song of G<small id="h308-p0.44">OD</small>, that glorious song,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h308-p0.45">From me in such a world as this?--</l>
<l id="h308-p0.46">O no! a worthier heart and tongue</l>
<l class="t3" id="h308-p0.47">Must speak of Him and His!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Why do I sigh to find" progress="61.88%" prev="h308" next="h310" id="h309">
<hymn id="h309-p0.1">
<h3 id="h309-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p161.2" id="h309-p0.3">CCCIX</a></h3>

<verse id="h309-p0.4">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.5">Why do I sigh to find</l>
<l id="h309-p0.6">Life's evening shadows gathering round my way?</l>
<l id="h309-p0.7">The keen eye dimming, and the buoyant mind</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.8">Unhinging day by day?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.9">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.10">Is it the natural dread</l>
<l id="h309-p0.11">Of that stern lot, which all who live must see?</l>
<l id="h309-p0.12">The worm, the clay, the dark and narrow bed,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.13">Have these such awe for me?</l>
<pb n="247" id="h309-Page_247" />
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.14">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.15">As nears my soul the verge</l>
<l id="h309-p0.16">Of this dim continent of woe and crime,</l>
<l id="h309-p0.17">Shrinks she to hear Eternity's long surge</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.18">Break on the shores of Time?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.19">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.20">I want not vulgar fame--</l>
<l id="h309-p0.21">I seek not to survive in brass or stone;</l>
<l id="h309-p0.22">Hearts may not kindle when they hear my name,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.23">Nor tears my value own--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.24">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.25">But might I leave behind</l>
<l id="h309-p0.26">Some blessing for my fellows, some fair trust</l>
<l id="h309-p0.27">To guide, to cheer, to elevate my kind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.28">When I was in the dust;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.29">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.30">Within my narrow bed</l>
<l id="h309-p0.31">Might I not wholly mute or useless be;</l>
<l id="h309-p0.32">But hope that they, who trampled o'er my head,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.33">Drew still some good from me;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.34">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.35">Might verse of mine inspire</l>
<l id="h309-p0.36">One virtuous aim, one high resolve impart;</l>
<l id="h309-p0.37">Light in one drooping soul a hallow'd fire,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.38">Or bind one broken heart;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.39">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.40">Death would be sweeter then,</l>
<l id="h309-p0.41">More calm my slumber 'neath the silent sod,--</l>
<l id="h309-p0.42">Might I thus live to bless my fellow-men,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.43">Or glorify my God!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.44">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.45">--Why do we ever lose</l>
<l id="h309-p0.46">As judgment ripens, our diviner powers?</l>
<l id="h309-p0.47">Why do we only learn our gifts to use</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.48">When they no more are ours?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h309-p0.49">
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.50">O Thou! whose touch can lend</l>
<l id="h309-p0.51">Life to the dead, Thy quickening grace supply,</l>
<l id="h309-p0.52">And grant me, swanlike, my last breath to spend</l>
<l class="t2" id="h309-p0.53">In <a href="#notes-p161.2" id="h309-p0.54">song that may not die</a><note n="193" id="h309-p0.55">See <a href="#notes-p161.2" id="h309-p0.56">Note</a></note>!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide" progress="62.14%" prev="h309" next="h311" id="h310">
<hymn id="h310-p0.1">
<h3 id="h310-p0.2">CCCX</h3>

<verse id="h310-p0.3">
<l id="h310-p0.4">Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;</l>
<l id="h310-p0.5">The darkness deepens: L<small id="h310-p0.6">ORD</small>, with me abide!</l>
<l id="h310-p0.7">When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,</l>
<l id="h310-p0.8">Help of the helpless, O abide with me!</l>
<pb n="248" id="h310-Page_248" />
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.9">
<l id="h310-p0.10">Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;</l>
<l id="h310-p0.11">Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away:</l>
<l id="h310-p0.12">Change and decay in all around I see;</l>
<l id="h310-p0.13">O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.14">
<l id="h310-p0.15">Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,</l>
<l id="h310-p0.16">But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, L<small id="h310-p0.17">ORD</small>,</l>
<l id="h310-p0.18">Familiar, condescending, patient, free,</l>
<l id="h310-p0.19">Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.20">
<l id="h310-p0.21">Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;</l>
<l id="h310-p0.22">But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings:</l>
<l id="h310-p0.23">Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea:--</l>
<l id="h310-p0.24">Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.25">
<l id="h310-p0.26">Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,</l>
<l id="h310-p0.27">And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,</l>
<l id="h310-p0.28">Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.</l>
<l id="h310-p0.29">On to the close, O L<small id="h310-p0.30">ORD</small>, abide with me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.31">
<l id="h310-p0.32">I need Thy presence every passing hour:</l>
<l id="h310-p0.33">What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power?</l>
<l id="h310-p0.34">Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?</l>
<l id="h310-p0.35">Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.36">
<l id="h310-p0.37">I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless:</l>
<l id="h310-p0.38">Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.</l>
<l id="h310-p0.39">Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy victory?</l>
<l id="h310-p0.40">--I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h310-p0.41">
<l id="h310-p0.42">Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes;</l>
<l id="h310-p0.43">Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:</l>
<l id="h310-p0.44">Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee:--</l>
<l id="h310-p0.45">In life and death, O L<small id="h310-p0.46">ORD</small>, abide with me!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Pleasant are Thy courts above" progress="62.40%" prev="h310" next="h312" id="h311">
<hymn id="h311-p0.1">
<h3 id="h311-p0.2">CCCXI</h3>

<verse id="h311-p0.3">
<l id="h311-p0.4">Pleasant are Thy courts above</l>
<l id="h311-p0.5">In the land of light and love;</l>
<l id="h311-p0.6">Pleasant are Thy courts below</l>
<l id="h311-p0.7">In this land of sin and woe.</l>
<l id="h311-p0.8">O, my spirit longs and faints</l>
<l id="h311-p0.9">For the converse of Thy Saints,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.10">For the brightness of Thy face,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.11">For Thy fullness, G<small id="h311-p0.12">OD</small> of grace!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h311-p0.13">
<l id="h311-p0.14">Happy birds that sing and fly</l>
<l id="h311-p0.15">Round Thy altars, O Most High!</l>
<l id="h311-p0.16">Happier souls that find a rest</l>
<l id="h311-p0.17">In a Heavenly Father's breast!</l>
<pb n="249" id="h311-Page_249" />
<l id="h311-p0.18">Like the wandering dove, that found</l>
<l id="h311-p0.19">No repose on earth around,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.20">They can to their ark repair,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.21">And enjoy it ever there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h311-p0.22">
<l id="h311-p0.23">Happy souls! their praises flow</l>
<l id="h311-p0.24">Even in this vale of woe;</l>
<l id="h311-p0.25">Waters in the desert rise,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.26">Manna feeds them from the skies:</l>
<l id="h311-p0.27">On they go from strength to strength,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.28">Till they reach Thy throne at length,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.29">At Thy feet adoring fall,</l>
<l id="h311-p0.30">Who hast led them safe through all.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oft have I read of sunny realms, where skies are pure at even" progress="62.53%" prev="h311" next="h313" id="h312">
<hymn id="h312-p0.1">
<h3 id="h312-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p162.4" id="h312-p0.3">CCCXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h312-p1">LOOKING UP TO THE CROSS</p>

<verse id="h312-p1.1">
<l id="h312-p1.2">Oft have I read of sunny realms, where skies are pure at even,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.3">And sight goes deep in lucid air, and earth seems nearer Heaven,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.4">And wheresoe'er you lift your eyes, the holy Cross, they say,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.5">Stands guardian of your journey, by lone or crowded way;</l>
<l id="h312-p1.6">And I have mused how awfully its shadows and its gleams</l>
<l id="h312-p1.7">Might haply fall on infants' eyes, and mingle with their dreams,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.8">And draw them up by silent power of its o'ershading arm,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.9">And deepen on the tender brow C<small id="h312-p1.10">HRIST</small>'s seal and saintly charm.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h312-p1.11">
<l id="h312-p1.12">--Upon a verdant hillock the sacred sign appears,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.13">A damsel on no trembling arm an eager babe uprears,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.14">With a sister's yearning love, and an elder sister's pride,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.15">She lifts the new-baptized, to greet the Friend Who for him died.</l>
<l id="h312-p1.16">Who may the maiden's thought divine, performing thus in sight</l>
<l id="h312-p1.17">Of all the heavenly Watchers her pure unbidden rite?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.18">While fearless to those awful Lips her treasure she would raise,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.19">I see her features shrink, as though she fain would downward gaze.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h312-p1.20">
<l id="h312-p1.21">Perchance a breath of self-reproach is fluttering round her heart:--</l>
<l id="h312-p1.22">'Thou, darling, in our Saviour may'st for certain claim thy part:</l>
<l id="h312-p1.23">The dews baptismal bright and keen are glistening on thy brow,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.24">He cannot choose but own thee, in His arms received e'en now.</l>
<l id="h312-p1.25">But much I've sinn'd and little wept: will He not say, "Begone"?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.26">I dare not meet His searching eye; my penance is undone.</l>
<l id="h312-p1.27">But thou and thy good Angel, who nerves mine arm to bear</l>
<l id="h312-p1.28">And lift thee up so near Him, will strive for me in prayer.'</l>
<pb n="250" id="h312-Page_250" />
</verse>

<verse id="h312-p1.29">
<l id="h312-p1.30">Or chanced the Thorny Crown her first upseeking glance to win,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.31">And the deep lines of agony traced by the whole world's sin?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.32">Oh, deeply in her bosom went the thought, 'Who draw so nigh</l>
<l id="h312-p1.33">Unto those awful Lips, and share the L<small id="h312-p1.34">ORD</small>'s departing sigh,--</l>
<l id="h312-p1.35">Who knoweth what mysterious pledge upon their souls is bound,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.36">To copy in their own hearts' blood each keen and bitter Wound?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.37">If of the dying J<small id="h312-p1.38">ESUS</small> we the Kiss of Peace receive</l>
<l id="h312-p1.39">How but in daily dying thenceforward dare we live?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h312-p1.40">
<l id="h312-p1.41">'And was it meet, thou tender flower, on thy young life to lay</l>
<l id="h312-p1.42">Such burden, pledging thee to vows thou never canst unsay?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.43">What if the martyrs' fire some day thy dainty limbs devour?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.44">What if beneath the scourge they writhe, or in dull famine cower?</l>
<l id="h312-p1.45">What if thou bear the cross within, all aching and decay?--</l>
<l id="h312-p1.46">And 'twas I that laid it on thee:--what if thou fall away?'</l>
<l id="h312-p1.47">Such is Love's deep misgiving, when stronger far than Faith,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.48">She brings her earthly darlings to the Cross for life or death.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h312-p1.49">
<l id="h312-p1.50">O, be Thou present in that hour, high Comforter, to lead</l>
<l id="h312-p1.51">Her memory to th' eternal Law, by the great King decreed,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.52">What time the highly favour'd one who on His bosom lay,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.53">And he who of the chosen twelve first trode the martyr way,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.54">Taught by their mother, craved the boon next to Thy throne to be,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.55">For her dreams were of the Glory, but the Cross she could not see.</l>
<l id="h312-p1.56">O well for that fond mother, well for her beloved, that they,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.57">When th' hour His secret meaning told, did by their promise stay!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h312-p1.58">
<l id="h312-p1.59">'Thy baptism and Thy cup be ours: for both our hearts are strong.'</l>
<l id="h312-p1.60">Learn it, ye babes, at matin prime, repeat it all day long.</l>
<l id="h312-p1.61">Ev'n as the mother's morning kiss is token of delight</l>
<l id="h312-p1.62">Through all the merry hours of day, and at fall of dewy night</l>
<l id="h312-p1.63">Her evening kiss shall to her babe the softest slumbers seal,</l>
<l id="h312-p1.64">So Thy first greeting life imparts, Thy last shall cheer and heal.--</l>
<l id="h312-p1.65">Then, maiden, trust thy nursling here! thou wilt not choose amiss</l>
<l id="h312-p1.66">For his sweet soul; here let him dwell; here is the gate of bliss.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h312-p2">See <a href="#notes-p162.4" id="h312-p2.1">Note</a></p>
<pb n="251" id="h312-Page_251" />

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When travail hours are spent and o'er" progress="63.15%" prev="h312" next="h314" id="h313">
<hymn id="h313-p0.1">
<h3 id="h313-p0.2">CCCXIII</h3>

<verse id="h313-p0.3">
<l id="h313-p0.4">When travail hours are spent and o'er,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.5">And genial hours of joy</l>
<l id="h313-p0.6">In cradle songs and nursery lore</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.7">All the glad home employ,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.8">
<l id="h313-p0.9">Full busy in her kindly mood</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.10">Is Fancy, to descry</l>
<l id="h313-p0.11">The welcome notes of fatherhood,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.12">In form, and lip, and eye.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.13">
<l id="h313-p0.14">And elder brethren's hearts are proud,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.15">And sisters blush and smile,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.16">As round the babe by turns they crowd</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.17">A brief and wondering while.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.18">
<l id="h313-p0.19">With eager speed they ready make</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.20">Soft bosom and safe arm</l>
<l id="h313-p0.21">As though such burthen once to take</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.22">A blessing were and charm.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.23">
<l id="h313-p0.24">And ever as with hastening wing</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.25">His little life glides on,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.26">By power of that first wondrous spring</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.27">To all but babes unknown,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.28">
<l id="h313-p0.29">Easier each hour the task will grow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.30">To name the unfolding flower,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.31">By plumage and by song to know</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.32">The nestling in his bower.--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.33">
<l id="h313-p0.34">Oh, while your hearts so blithely dance</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.35">With frail fond hopes of earth,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.36">Will ye not cast one onward glance</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.37">To the true heavenly birth?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.38">
<l id="h313-p0.39">Will ye not say, 'G<small id="h313-p0.40">OD</small> speed the time</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.41">When Spirits pure, to trace</l>
<l id="h313-p0.42">The lines of a more glorious prime,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.43">Shall lean from their high place,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.44">
<l id="h313-p0.45">'And mark, too keen for earthly day,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.46">The Father's stamp and seal,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.47">C<small id="h313-p0.48">HRIST</small> in the heart, the Living Ray,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.49">Its deepening light reveal?'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.50">
<l id="h313-p0.51">--Oh, well the denizens of Heaven</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.52">Their Masters children know,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.53">By filial yearnings sweet and even,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.54">By patient smiles in woe,</l>
<pb n="252" id="h313-Page_252" />
</verse>

<verse id="h313-p0.55">
<l id="h313-p0.56">By gaze of meek inquiry, turn'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.57">Towards th' informing Eye,</l>
<l id="h313-p0.58">By tears that to obey have learn'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h313-p0.59">By claspéd hands on high!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Give me a tender spotless child" progress="63.41%" prev="h313" next="h315" id="h314">
<hymn id="h314-p0.1">
<h3 id="h314-p0.2">CCCXIV</h3>

<verse id="h314-p0.3">
<l id="h314-p0.4">Give me a tender spotless child,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.5">Rehearsing or at eve or morn</l>
<l id="h314-p0.6">His chant of glory undefiled,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.7">The Creed that with the Church was born:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h314-p0.8">
<l id="h314-p0.9">Down be his earnest forehead cast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.10">His slender fingers join'd for prayer,</l>
<l id="h314-p0.11">With half a frown his eye seal'd fast</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.12">Against the world's intruding glare.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h314-p0.13">
<l id="h314-p0.14">Who,--while his lips so gently move,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.15">And all his look is purpose strong,</l>
<l id="h314-p0.16">Can say what wonders, wrought above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.17">Upon his unstain'd fancy throng?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h314-p0.18">
<l id="h314-p0.19">The world new-framed, the C<small id="h314-p0.20">HRIST</small> new-born,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.21">The Mother-Maid, the cross and grave,</l>
<l id="h314-p0.22">The rising sun on Easter morn,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.23">The fiery tongues sent down to save,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h314-p0.24">
<l id="h314-p0.25">The gathering Church, the Font of Life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.26">The saints and mourners kneeling round,</l>
<l id="h314-p0.27">The Day to end the body's strife,</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.28">The Saviour in His people crown'd,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h314-p0.29">
<l id="h314-p0.30">All in majestic march and even</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.31">To the veil'd eye by turns appear,</l>
<l id="h314-p0.32">True to their time as stars in heaven,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h314-p0.33">No morning dream so still and clear.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="We scatter seeds with careless hand" progress="63.57%" prev="h314" next="h316" id="h315">
<hymn id="h315-p0.1">
<h3 id="h315-p0.2">CCCXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h315-p1">EXAMPLE</p>

<verse id="h315-p1.1">
<l id="h315-p1.2">We scatter seeds with careless hand,</l>
<l id="h315-p1.3">And dream we ne'er shall see them more:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h315-p1.4">But for a thousand years</l>
<l class="t3" id="h315-p1.5">Their fruit appears,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h315-p1.6">In weeds that mar the land,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h315-p1.7">Or healthful store.</l>
<pb n="253" id="h315-Page_253" />
</verse>

<verse id="h315-p1.8">
<l id="h315-p1.9">The deeds we do, the words we say,--</l>
<l id="h315-p1.10">Into still air they seem to fleet,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h315-p1.11">We count them ever past;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h315-p1.12">But they shall last,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h315-p1.13">In the dread judgment they</l>
<l class="t3" id="h315-p1.14">And we shall meet!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h315-p1.15">
<l id="h315-p1.16">--I charge thee by the years gone by,</l>
<l id="h315-p1.17">For the love's sake of brethren dear,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h315-p1.18">Keep thou the one true way</l>
<l class="t3" id="h315-p1.19">In work and play,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h315-p1.20">Lest in that world their cry</l>
<l class="t3" id="h315-p1.21">Of woe thou hear!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I mark'd when vernal meads were bright" progress="63.66%" prev="h315" next="h317" id="h316">
<hymn id="h316-p0.1">
<h3 id="h316-p0.2">CCCXVI</h3>

<verse id="h316-p0.3">
<l id="h316-p0.4">I mark'd when vernal meads were bright,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.5">And many a primrose smiled,</l>
<l id="h316-p0.6">I mark'd her, blithe as morning light,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.7">A dimpled three years' child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.8">
<l id="h316-p0.9">A basket on one tender arm</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.10">Contain'd her precious store</l>
<l id="h316-p0.11">Of spring-flowers in their freshest charm,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.12">Told proudly o'er and o'er.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.13">
<l id="h316-p0.14">The other wound with earnest hold</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.15">About her blooming guide,</l>
<l id="h316-p0.16">A maid who scarce twelve years had told:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.17">So walk'd they side by side.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.18">
<l id="h316-p0.19">One a bright bud, and one might seem</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.20">A sister flower half blown.</l>
<l id="h316-p0.21">Full joyous on their loving dream</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.22">The sky of April shone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.23">
<l id="h316-p0.24">The summer months swept by: again</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.25">That loving pair I met.</l>
<l id="h316-p0.26">On russet heath, and bowery lane,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.27">Th' autumnal sun had set:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.28">
<l id="h316-p0.29">And chill and damp that Sunday eve</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.30">Breathed on the mourners' road</l>
<l id="h316-p0.31">That bright-eyed little one to leave</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.32">Safe in the Saints' abode.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.33">
<l id="h316-p0.34">Behind, the guardian sister came,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.35">Her bright brow dim and pale--</l>
<l id="h316-p0.36">O cheer thee, maiden! in His Name,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.37">Who still'd Jairus' wail!</l>
<pb n="254" id="h316-Page_254" />
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.38">
<l id="h316-p0.39">Thou mourn'st to miss the fingers soft</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.40">That held by thine so fast,</l>
<l id="h316-p0.41">The fond appealing eye, full oft</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.42">Tow'rd thee for refuge cast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.43">
<l id="h316-p0.44">Sweet toils, sweet cares, for ever gone!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.45">No more from stranger's face</l>
<l id="h316-p0.46">Or startling sound, the timid one</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.47">Shall hide in thine embrace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.48">
<l id="h316-p0.49">Thy first glad earthly task is o'er,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.50">And dreary seems thy way.</l>
<l id="h316-p0.51">But what if nearer than before</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.52">She watch thee e'en to-day?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.53">
<l id="h316-p0.54">What if henceforth by Heaven's decree</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.55">She leave thee not alone,</l>
<l id="h316-p0.56">But in her turn prove guide to thee</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.57">In ways to Angels known?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.58">
<l id="h316-p0.59">O yield thee to her whisperings sweet:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.60">Away with thoughts of gloom!</l>
<l id="h316-p0.61">In love the loving spirits greet,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.62">Who wait to bless her tomb.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h316-p0.63">
<l id="h316-p0.64">In loving hope with her unseen</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.65">Walk as in hallow'd air.</l>
<l id="h316-p0.66">When foes are strong and trials keen,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h316-p0.67">Think, 'What if she be there?'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lo, cast at random on the wild sea sand" progress="63.97%" prev="h316" next="h318" id="h317">
<hymn id="h317-p0.1">
<h3 id="h317-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p163.5" id="h317-p0.3">CCCXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h317-p1">ELIJAH AT SAREPTA</p>

<verse id="h317-p1.1">
<l id="h317-p1.2">Lo, cast at random on the wild sea sand</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.3">A child low wailing lies;</l>
<l id="h317-p1.4">Around, with eye forlorn and feeble hand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.5">Scarce heeding its faint cries,</l>
<l id="h317-p1.6">The widow'd mother in the wilderness</l>
<l id="h317-p1.7">Gathers dry boughs, their last sad meal to dress.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h317-p1.8">
<l id="h317-p1.9">But who is this that comes with mantle rude</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.10">And vigil-wasted air,</l>
<l id="h317-p1.11">Who to the famish'd cries, 'Come give me food,</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.12">I with thy child would share?'</l>
<l id="h317-p1.13">She bounteous gives: but hard he seems of heart,</l>
<l id="h317-p1.14">Who of such scanty store would crave a part.</l>
<pb n="255" id="h317-Page_255" />
</verse>

<verse id="h317-p1.15">
<l id="h317-p1.16">Haply the child his little hand holds forth,</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.17">That all his own may be.--</l>
<l id="h317-p1.18">Nay, simple one, thy mother's faith is worth</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.19">Healing and life to thee.</l>
<l id="h317-p1.20">That handful given, for years ensures thee bread:</l>
<l id="h317-p1.21">That drop of oil shall raise thee from the dead.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h317-p1.22">
<l id="h317-p1.23">For in yon haggard form He begs unseen,</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.24">To Whom for life we kneel:</l>
<l id="h317-p1.25">One little cake He asks with lowly mien,</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.26">Who blesses every meal.</l>
<l id="h317-p1.27">Lavish for Him, ye poor, your children's store,</l>
<l id="h317-p1.28">So shall your cruse for many a day run o'er.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h317-p1.29">
<l id="h317-p1.30">And thou, dear child, though hungering, give glad way</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.31">To J<small id="h317-p1.32">ESUS</small> in His need:</l>
<l id="h317-p1.33">So thy blest mother at the awful day</l>
<l class="t" id="h317-p1.34">Thy name in Heaven may read;</l>
<l id="h317-p1.35">So by His touch for ever may'st thou live,</l>
<l id="h317-p1.36">Who asks our alms, and lends a heart to give.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h317-p2">See <a href="#notes-p163.5" id="h317-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Heaven in the depth and height is seen" progress="64.19%" prev="h317" next="h319" id="h318">
<hymn id="h318-p0.1">
<h3 id="h318-p0.2">CCCXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h318-p1">AT MATINS</p>

<verse id="h318-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h318-p1.2">Heaven in the depth and height is seen;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h318-p1.3">On high among the stars, and low</l>
<l class="t" id="h318-p1.4">In deep clear waters: all between</l>
<l class="t2" id="h318-p1.5">Is earth, and tastes of earth: ev'n so</l>
<l class="t3" id="h318-p1.6">The Almighty One draws near</l>
<l id="h318-p1.7">To strongest seraphs there, to weakest infants here.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h318-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h318-p1.9">G<small id="h318-p1.10">OD</small>'s Angels keep the eternal round</l>
<l class="t2" id="h318-p1.11">Of praise on high, and never tire.</l>
<l class="t" id="h318-p1.12">His lambs are in His Temple found</l>
<l class="t2" id="h318-p1.13">Early, with all their hearts' desire.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h318-p1.14">They boast not to be free,--</l>
<l id="h318-p1.15">They grudge not to their L<small id="h318-p1.16">ORD</small> meek ear and bended knee.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Tis only our dull hearts that tire so soon" progress="64.27%" prev="h318" next="h320" id="h319">
<hymn id="h319-p0.1">
<h3 id="h319-p0.2">CCCXIX</h3>

<verse id="h319-p0.3">
<l id="h319-p0.4">'Tis only our dull hearts that tire so soon</l>
<l id="h319-p0.5">Of C<small id="h319-p0.6">HRIST</small>'s repeated call; while they in Heaven,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.7">Unwearied basking in the eternal noon,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.8">Still sound the note, by the first Seraph given,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.9">What time the Morning Stars around their King</l>
<l id="h319-p0.10">Began for evermore to shine and sing.</l>
<pb n="256" id="h319-Page_256" />
</verse>

<verse id="h319-p0.11">
<l id="h319-p0.12">And you, ye gentle babes, true image here</l>
<l id="h319-p0.13">Of such as walk in white before the Throne,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.14">Ye weary not of Love, how oft soe'er</l>
<l id="h319-p0.15">Her yearnings she repeat in unchanged tone.</l>
<l id="h319-p0.16">To tale familiar, to remember'd strain,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.17">To frolic ten times tried, ye cry, Again.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h319-p0.18">
<l id="h319-p0.19">How have I seen you, when the unpleasing time</l>
<l id="h319-p0.20">Came for some kindly guest to pass away,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.21">Cling round his skirts! how mark'd the playful chime</l>
<l id="h319-p0.22">Of earnest voices, pledged to make him stay!</l>
<l id="h319-p0.23">O deeply sink, and with a tearful spell,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.24">The memories of such welcome and farewell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h319-p0.25">
<l id="h319-p0.26">Nor wants in elder love the like soft charm.</l>
<l id="h319-p0.27">The Mother tires not of one little voice,</l>
<l id="h319-p0.28">Ev'n as she fain all day with patient arm</l>
<l id="h319-p0.29">Would bear one burthen. O frail heart, rejoice!</l>
<l id="h319-p0.30">Love trains thee now by repetition sweet</l>
<l id="h319-p0.31">The unwasting and unvarying bliss to greet.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Rejoice in God alway" progress="64.46%" prev="h319" next="h321" id="h320">
<hymn id="h320-p0.1">
<h3 id="h320-p0.2">CCCXX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h320-p1">CHILDREN'S CHRISTMAS EVE</p>

<verse id="h320-p1.1">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.2">Rejoice in G<small id="h320-p1.3">OD</small> alway,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.4">With stars in Heaven rejoice,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.5">Ere dawn of C<small id="h320-p1.6">HRIST</small>'s own day</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.7">Lift up each little voice.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.8">Look up with glad pure eye,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.9">And count those lamps on high.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.10">Nay, who may count them? on our gaze</l>
<l id="h320-p1.11">They from their deeps come out in ever widening maze.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h320-p1.12">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.13">Each in his stand aloof</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.14">Prepares his keenest beam,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.15">Upon that hovel roof,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.16">In at that door, to stream,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.17">Where meekly waits her time</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.18">The whole earth's Flower and Prime:--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.19">Where in few hours the Eternal One</l>
<l id="h320-p1.20">Will make a clear new day, rising before the sun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h320-p1.21">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.22">Rejoice in G<small id="h320-p1.23">OD</small> alway,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.24">With each green leaf rejoice,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.25">Of berries on each spray</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.26">The brightest be your choice.</l>
<pb n="257" id="h320-Page_257" />
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.27">From bower and mountain lone</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.28">The autumnal hues are gone,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.29">Yet gay shall be our Christmas wreath,</l>
<l id="h320-p1.30">The glistening beads above, the burnish'd leaves beneath.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h320-p1.31">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.32">Rejoice in G<small id="h320-p1.33">OD</small> alway,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.34">With Powers rejoice on high,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.35">Who now with glad array</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.36">Are gathering in the sky,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.37">His cradle to attend</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.38">And there all lowly bend.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.39">But half so low as He hath bow'd</l>
<l id="h320-p1.40">Did never highest Angel stoop from brightest cloud.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h320-p1.41">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.42">Rejoice in G<small id="h320-p1.43">OD</small> alway,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.44">All creatures, bird and beast,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.45">Rejoice, again I say,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.46">His mightiest and His least;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.47">From ox and ass that wait</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.48">Here on His poor estate,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.49">To the four living Powers, decreed</l>
<l id="h320-p1.50">A thousand ways at once His awful car to speed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h320-p1.51">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.52">Rejoice in G<small id="h320-p1.53">OD</small> alway:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.54">With Saints in Paradise</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.55">Your midnight service say,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.56">For vigil glad arise.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.57">Ev'n they in their calm bowers</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.58">Too tardy find the hours</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.59">Till He reveal the wondrous Birth:</l>
<l id="h320-p1.60">How must we look and long, chain'd here to sin and earth!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h320-p1.61">
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.62">Ye babes, to J<small id="h320-p1.63">ESUS</small> dear,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.64">Rejoice in Him alway.</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.65">Ye whom He bade draw near,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h320-p1.66">O'er whom He loved to pray,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.67">Wake and lift up the head</l>
<l class="t3" id="h320-p1.68">Each in his quiet bed.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h320-p1.69">Listen: His voice the night-wind brings</l>
<l id="h320-p1.70">He in your cradle lies, He in our carols sings.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Nurse, let me draw the baby's veil aside" progress="64.78%" prev="h320" next="h322" id="h321">
<hymn id="h321-p0.1">
<h3 id="h321-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p164.2" id="h321-p0.3">CCCXXI</a></h3>

<verse id="h321-p0.4">
<l id="h321-p0.5">'Nurse, let me draw the baby's veil aside,</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.6">I want to see the Cross upon her brow.'</l>
<l id="h321-p0.7">Nay, maiden dear, that seal may not abide</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.8">In sight of mortals' ken; 'tis vanish'd now.</l>
<pb n="258" id="h321-Page_258" />
</verse>

<verse id="h321-p0.9">
<l id="h321-p0.10">'Alas, for pity! when the holy man</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.11">Said even now, <i>I sign thee with the cross</i>,</l>
<l id="h321-p0.12">What joy to think that I at home should scan</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.13">The bright, clear lines! O, sad and sudden loss!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h321-p0.14">
<l id="h321-p0.15">--Complain not so, my child: no loss is here,</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.16">But endless gain. If thou wilt open wide</l>
<l id="h321-p0.17">Faith's inward eye, soon shall to thee appear</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.18">What now by wondering angels is descried,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h321-p0.19">
<l id="h321-p0.20">Thy L<small id="h321-p0.21">ORD</small>'s true token, seen not, but believed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.22">And therefore doubly blest. O, mark it well;</l>
<l id="h321-p0.23">And be this rule in thy young heart received--</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.24">Blest, who content with Him in twilight dwell.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h321-p0.25">
<l id="h321-p0.26">Thy saints, O L<small id="h321-p0.27">ORD</small>, and Thine own Mother dear</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.28">Are round Thee as a glory-cloud: we see</l>
<l id="h321-p0.29">The general glow, not each in outline clear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.30">Or several station: all are hid in Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h321-p0.31">
<l id="h321-p0.32">In prayer we own Thee, Father, at our side,</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.33">Not always feel or taste Thee; and 'tis well.</l>
<l id="h321-p0.34">So, hour by hour, courageous faith is tried;</l>
<l class="t" id="h321-p0.35">So, gladlier will the morn all mists dispel.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h321-p1">See <a href="#notes-p164.2" id="h321-p1.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead" progress="64.98%" prev="h321" next="h323" id="h322">
<hymn id="h322-p0.1">
<h3 id="h322-p0.2">CCCXXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h322-p1">HARVEST</p>

<verse id="h322-p1.1">
<l id="h322-p1.2">L<small id="h322-p1.3">ORD</small>, in Thy Name Thy servants plead,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.4">And Thou hast sworn to hear;</l>
<l id="h322-p1.5">Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.6">The fresh and fading year:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h322-p1.7">
<l id="h322-p1.8">Our hope, when Autumn winds blew wild,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.9">We trusted, L<small id="h322-p1.10">ORD</small>, with Thee;</l>
<l id="h322-p1.11">And still, now Spring has on us smiled,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.12">We wait on Thy decree.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h322-p1.13">
<l id="h322-p1.14">The former and the latter rain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.15">The summer sun and air,</l>
<l id="h322-p1.16">The green ear, and the golden grain,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.17">All Thine, are ours by prayer.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h322-p1.18">
<l id="h322-p1.19">Thine too by right, and ours by grace,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.20">The wondrous growth unseen,</l>
<l id="h322-p1.21">The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace,</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.22">The love that shines serene.</l>
<pb n="259" id="h322-Page_259" />
</verse>

<verse id="h322-p1.23">
<l id="h322-p1.24">So grant the precious things brought forth</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.25">By sun and moon below,</l>
<l id="h322-p1.26">That Thee in Thy new heaven and earth</l>
<l class="t" id="h322-p1.27">We never may forego.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Far, far on other isles" progress="65.10%" prev="h322" next="h324" id="h323">
<hymn id="h323-p0.1">
<h3 id="h323-p0.2">CCCXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h323-p1">ANTIPODES</p>

<verse id="h323-p1.1">
<l id="h323-p1.2">Far, far on other isles,</l>
<l class="t" id="h323-p1.3">Where other stars are beaming,</l>
<l id="h323-p1.4">Where the bright rose on Christmas smiles,</l>
<l class="t" id="h323-p1.5">And Whitsun lights with frost are gleaming,</l>
<l id="h323-p1.6">Yon kindly Moon, and glorious Sun</l>
<l id="h323-p1.7">Their race, as here, unwearying run.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h323-p1.8">
<l id="h323-p1.9">What if all else be strange?</l>
<l class="t" id="h323-p1.10">The two great lights of heaven</l>
<l id="h323-p1.11">Know neither error, stay, nor change.</l>
<l class="t" id="h323-p1.12">By them all else to sight is given;</l>
<l id="h323-p1.13">And with them duly, fresh and bright,</l>
<l id="h323-p1.14">Home thoughts return both day and night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h323-p1.15">
<l id="h323-p1.16">Glory to our true Sun,</l>
<l class="t" id="h323-p1.17">Who shineth far and near;</l>
<l id="h323-p1.18">Who for His duteous Spouse hath won</l>
<l class="t" id="h323-p1.19">A place as of a lunar sphere;</l>
<l id="h323-p1.20">And by their light, where'er she roam,</l>
<l id="h323-p1.21">Faith finds a safe, familiar home.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Wherefore shrink, and say 'Tis vain" progress="65.21%" prev="h323" next="h325" id="h324">
<hymn id="h324-p0.1">
<h3 id="h324-p0.2">CCCXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h324-p1">THE GATHERING OF THE CHURCH</p>

<verse id="h324-p1.1">
<l id="h324-p1.2">Wherefore shrink, and say, ''Tis vain;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.3">In their hour hell-powers must reign;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.4">Vainly, vainly would we force</l>
<l id="h324-p1.5">Fatal error's torrent course;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.6">Earth is mighty, we are frail;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.7">Faith is gone, and hope must fail.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h324-p1.8">
<l id="h324-p1.9">Yet along the Church's sky</l>
<l id="h324-p1.10">Stars are scatter'd, pure and high;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.11">Yet her wasted gardens bear</l>
<l id="h324-p1.12">Autumn violets, sweet and rare--</l>
<l id="h324-p1.13">Relics of a spring-time clear,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.14">Earnest of a bright new year.</l>
<pb n="260" id="h324-Page_260" />
</verse>

<verse id="h324-p1.15">
<l id="h324-p1.16">Israel yet hath thousands seal'd,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.17">Who to Baal never kneel'd;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.18">Seize the banner, spread its fold!</l>
<l id="h324-p1.19">Seize it with no faltering hold!</l>
<l id="h324-p1.20">Spread its foldings high and fair,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.21">Let all see the Cross is there!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h324-p1.22">
<l id="h324-p1.23">What if to the trumpet's sound</l>
<l id="h324-p1.24">Voices few come answering round?</l>
<l id="h324-p1.25">Scarce a votary swell the burst,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.26">When the anthem peals at first?</l>
<l id="h324-p1.27">G<small id="h324-p1.28">OD</small> hath sown, and He will reap;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.29">Growth is slow when roots are deep;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h324-p1.30">
<l id="h324-p1.31">He will aid the work begun,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.32">For the love of His dear Son;</l>
<l id="h324-p1.33">He will breathe in their true breath,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.34">Who, serene in prayer and faith,</l>
<l id="h324-p1.35">Would our dying embers fan</l>
<l id="h324-p1.36">Bright as when their glow began.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Draw near as early as we may" progress="65.40%" prev="h324" next="h326" id="h325">
<hymn id="h325-p0.1">
<h3 id="h325-p0.2">CCCXXV</h3>

<verse id="h325-p0.3">
<l id="h325-p0.4">Draw near as early as we may,</l>
<l class="t" id="h325-p0.5">Grace, like an angel, goes before.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h325-p0.6">The stone is roll'd away,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h325-p0.7">We find an open door.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h325-p0.8">
<l id="h325-p0.9">O, wondrous chain! where aye entwine</l>
<l class="t" id="h325-p0.10">Our human wills, a tender thread,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h325-p0.11">With the strong will divine:--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h325-p0.12">We run as we are led.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h325-p0.13">
<l id="h325-p0.14">We, did I say? 'tis all Thine own;</l>
<l class="t" id="h325-p0.15">Thou in the dark dost Mary guide:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h325-p0.16">Thine angel moves the stone;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h325-p0.17">Love feels Thee at her side.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Holy is the sick man's room" progress="65.47%" prev="h325" next="h327" id="h326">
<hymn id="h326-p0.1">
<h3 id="h326-p0.2">CCCXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h326-p1">THE COMMUNION OF THE SICK</p>

<verse id="h326-p1.1">
<l id="h326-p1.2">Holy is the sick man's room:--</l>
<l id="h326-p1.3">Temper'd air, and curtain'd gloom,</l>
<l id="h326-p1.4">Measured steps, and tones as mild</l>
<l id="h326-p1.5">As the breath of new-born child,</l>
<l id="h326-p1.6">Postures lowly, waitings still,</l>
<l id="h326-p1.7">Looks subdued to duty's will,</l>
<pb n="261" id="h326-Page_261" />
<l id="h326-p1.8">Reverent, thoughtful, grave and sweet:</l>
<l id="h326-p1.9">These to wait on C<small id="h326-p1.10">HRIST</small> are meet.</l>
<l id="h326-p1.11">These may kneel where He lies low,</l>
<l id="h326-p1.12">In His members suffering woe.</l>
<l id="h326-p1.13">Nor in other discipline</l>
<l id="h326-p1.14">Train we hearts, that to His shrine</l>
<l id="h326-p1.15">May unblamed draw near, and be</l>
<l id="h326-p1.16">With His favour'd two or three:--</l>
<l id="h326-p1.17">Therefore in its silent gloom</l>
<l id="h326-p1.18">Holy is the sick man's room.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd" progress="65.57%" prev="h326" next="h328" id="h327">
<hymn id="h327-p0.1">
<h3 id="h327-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p165.2" id="h327-p0.3">CCCXXVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h327-p0.4">
<l id="h327-p0.5">I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd</l>
<l id="h327-p0.6">Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.7">Thy place in Paradise</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.8">Beyond where I could soar;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.9">
<l id="h327-p0.10">Friend of this worthless heart! but happier thoughts</l>
<l id="h327-p0.11">Spring like unbidden violets from the sod,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.12">Where patiently thou tak'st</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.13">Thy sweet and sure repose.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.14">
<l id="h327-p0.15">The shadows fall more soothing: the soft air</l>
<l id="h327-p0.16">Is full of cheering whispers like thine own;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.17">While Memory, by thy grave,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.18">Lives o'er thy funeral day;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.19">
<l id="h327-p0.20">The deep knell dying down, the mourners' pause,</l>
<l id="h327-p0.21">Waiting their Saviour's welcome at the gate.--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.22">Sure with the words of Heaven</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.23">Thy spirit met us there,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.24">
<l id="h327-p0.25">And sought with us along th' accustom'd way</l>
<l id="h327-p0.26">The hallow'd porch, and entering in, beheld</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.27">The pageant of sad joy</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.28">So dear to Faith and Hope.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.29">
<l id="h327-p0.30">O! hadst thou brought a strain from Paradise</l>
<l id="h327-p0.31">To cheer us, happy soul, thou hadst not touch'd</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.32">The sacred springs of grief</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.33">More tenderly and true,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.34">
<l id="h327-p0.35">Than those deep-warbled anthems, high and low,</l>
<l id="h327-p0.36">Low as the grave, high as th' Eternal Throne,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.37">Guiding through light and gloom</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.38">Our mourning fancies wild,</l>
</verse>

<pb n="262" id="h327-Page_262" />
<verse id="h327-p0.39">
<l id="h327-p0.40">'Till gently, like soft golden clouds at eve</l>
<l id="h327-p0.41">Around the western twilight, all subside</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.42">Into a placid faith,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.43">That even with beaming eye</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.44">
<l id="h327-p0.45">Counts thy sad honours, coffin, bier, and pall;</l>
<l id="h327-p0.46">So many relics of a frail love lost,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.47">So many tokens dear</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.48">Of endless love begun.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.49">
<l id="h327-p0.50">Listen! it is no dream: th' Apostles' trump</l>
<l id="h327-p0.51">Gives earnest of th' Archangel's;--calmly now,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.52">Our hearts yet beating high</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.53">To that victorious lay,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.54">
<l id="h327-p0.55">(Most like a warrior's, to the martial dirge,</l>
<l id="h327-p0.56">Of a true comrade), in the grave we trust</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.57">Our treasure for awhile:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.58">And, if a tear steal down,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.59">
<l id="h327-p0.60">If human anguish o'er the shaded brow</l>
<l id="h327-p0.61">Pass shuddering, when the handful of pure earth</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.62">Touches the coffin-lid;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.63">If at our brother's name,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.64">
<l id="h327-p0.65">Once and again the thought, 'for ever gone,'</l>
<l id="h327-p0.66">Come o'er us like a cloud; yet, gentle spright,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.67">Thou turnest not away,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.68">Thou know'st us calm at heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.69">
<l id="h327-p0.70">One look, and we have seen our last of thee,</l>
<l id="h327-p0.71">Till we too sleep and our long sleep be o'er.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.72">O cleanse us, ere we view</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.73">That countenance pure again,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h327-p0.74">
<l id="h327-p0.75">T<small id="h327-p0.76">HOU</small>, who canst change the heart, and raise the dead!</l>
<l id="h327-p0.77">As Thou art by to soothe our parting hour,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.78">Be ready when we meet,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h327-p0.79">With Thy dear pardoning words.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h327-p1">See <a href="#notes-p165.2" id="h327-p1.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord Jesus, loving hearts and dear" progress="65.96%" prev="h327" next="h329" id="h328">
<hymn id="h328-p0.1">
<h3 id="h328-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p166.2" id="h328-p0.3">CCCXXVIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h328-p0.4">
<l id="h328-p0.5">L<small id="h328-p0.6">ORD</small> J<small id="h328-p0.7">ESUS</small>, loving hearts and dear</l>
<l id="h328-p0.8">Are resting in Thy shadow here;</l>
<l id="h328-p0.9">In life Thou wast their hope, and we</l>
<l id="h328-p0.10">In death would trust them, L<small id="h328-p0.11">ORD</small>, with Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h328-p1">See <a href="#notes-p166.2" id="h328-p1.1">Note</a></p>
<pb n="263" id="h328-Page_263" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Bethlehem, above all cities blest" progress="65.99%" prev="h328" next="h330" id="h329">
<hymn id="h329-p0.1">
<h3 id="h329-p0.2">CCCXXIX</h3>

<verse id="h329-p0.3">
<l id="h329-p0.4">Bethlehem, above all cities blest!</l>
<l id="h329-p0.5">Th' Incarnate Saviour's earthly rest,</l>
<l id="h329-p0.6">Where in His manger safe He lay,</l>
<l id="h329-p0.7">By angels guarded night and day.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h329-p0.8">
<l id="h329-p0.9">Bethlehem, of cities most forlorn,</l>
<l id="h329-p0.10">Where in the dust sad mothers mourn,</l>
<l id="h329-p0.11">Nor see the heavenly glory shed</l>
<l id="h329-p0.12">On each pale infant's martyr'd head.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h329-p0.13">
<l id="h329-p0.14">--'Tis ever thus: who C<small id="h329-p0.15">HRIST</small> would win,</l>
<l id="h329-p0.16">Must in the school of woe begin;</l>
<l id="h329-p0.17">And still the nearest to His grace,</l>
<l id="h329-p0.18">Know least of their own glorious place.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Mother of God! O, not in vain" progress="66.07%" prev="h329" next="h331" id="h330">
<hymn id="h330-p0.1">
<h3 id="h330-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p167.2" id="h330-p0.3">CCCXXX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h330-p1">AVE, GRATIA PLENA</p>

<verse id="h330-p1.1">
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.2">Mother of G<small id="h330-p1.3">OD</small>! O, not in vain</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.4">We learn'd of old thy lowly strain.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.5">Fain in thy shadow would we rest,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.6">And kneel with thee, and call thee blest;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.7">With, thee would 'magnify the L<small id="h330-p1.8">ORD</small>,'--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.9">And if thou art not here adored,</l>
<l id="h330-p1.10">Yet seek we, day by day, the love and fear</l>
<l id="h330-p1.11">Which bring thee, with all saints, near and more near.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h330-p1.12">
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.13">What glory thou above hast won,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.14">By special grace of thy dear Son,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.15">We see not yet, nor dare espy</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.16">Thy crownéd form with open eye.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.17">Rather beside the manger meek</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.18">Thee bending with veil'd brow we seek;</l>
<l id="h330-p1.19">Or where the angel in the thrice-great Name</l>
<l id="h330-p1.20">Hail'd thee, and J<small id="h330-p1.21">ESUS</small> to thy bosom came.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h330-p1.22">
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.23">Yearly since then with bitterer cry</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.24">Man hath assail'd the Throne on high,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.25">And sin and hate more fiercely striven</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.26">To mar the league 'twixt earth and heaven.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.27">But the dread tie, that pardoning hour,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.28">Made fast in Mary's awful bower,</l>
<l id="h330-p1.29">Hath mightier proved to bind than we to break:--</l>
<l id="h330-p1.30">None may that work undo, that Flesh unmake.</l>
<pb n="264" id="h330-Page_264" />
</verse>

<verse id="h330-p1.31">
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.32">Thenceforth, Whom thousand worlds adore,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.33">He calls thee Mother evermore;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.34">Angel nor Saint His face may see</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.35">Apart from what He took of thee.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.36">How may we choose but name thy name,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.37">Echoing below their high acclaim</l>
<l id="h330-p1.38">In holy Creeds? Since earthly song and prayer</l>
<l id="h330-p1.39">Must keep faint time to the dread anthem there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h330-p1.40">
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.41">How, but in love, on thine own days,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.42">Thou blissful one, upon thee gaze?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.43">Nay every day, each suppliant hour,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.44">Whene'er we kneel in aisle or bower,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.45">Thy glories we may greet unblamed,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.46">Nor shun the lay by seraphs framed,</l>
<l id="h330-p1.47">'Hail, Mary, full of grace!' O, welcome sweet,</l>
<l id="h330-p1.48">Which daily in all lands all saints repeat!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h330-p1.49">
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.50">Therefore as kneeling day by day</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.51">We to our Father duteous pray,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.52">So unforbidden may we speak</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.53">An Ave to C<small id="h330-p1.54">HRIST</small>'s Mother meek:</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.55">(As children with 'good morrow' come</l>
<l class="t2" id="h330-p1.56">To elders in some happy home:)</l>
<l id="h330-p1.57">Inviting so the saintly host above</l>
<l id="h330-p1.58">With our unworthiness to pray in love.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h330-p2">See <a href="#notes-p167.2" id="h330-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The church do zeem a touchèn zight" progress="66.40%" prev="h330" next="h332" id="h331">
<hymn id="h331-p0.1">
<h3 id="h331-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p168.2" id="h331-p0.3">CCCXXXI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h331-p1">VO'K A-COMÈN INTO CHURCH</p>

<verse id="h331-p1.1">
<l id="h331-p1.2">The church do zeem a touchèn zight,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.3">When vo'k, a-comèn in at door,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.4">Do softly tread the long-aïled vloor</l>
<l id="h331-p1.5">Below the pillar'd arches' height,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.6">Wi' bells a-pealèn,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.7">Vo'k a-kneelèn,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.8">Hearts a-healèn, wi' the love</l>
<l id="h331-p1.9">An' peäe a-zent<note n="194" id="h331-p1.10"><i>a-zent</i>, sent</note> em vrom above.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h331-p1.11">
<l id="h331-p1.12">An' there, wi' mild an' thoughtvul feäce,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.13">Wi' downcast eyes, an' vaïces dum',</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.14">The wold an' young do slowly come,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.15">An' teäke in stillness each his pleäce,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.16">A-zinkèn slowly,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.17">Kneelèn lowly,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.18">Seekèn holy thoughts alwone<note n="195" id="h331-p1.19"><i>alwone</i>, alone</note>,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.20">In pray'r avore their Meäker's throne.</l>
<pb n="265" id="h331-Page_265" />
</verse>

<verse id="h331-p1.21">
<l id="h331-p1.22">An' there be sons in youthvul pride,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.23">An' fathers weak, wi' years an' païn,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.24">An' daughters in their mother's traïn,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.25">The tall wi' smaller at their zide;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.26">Heads in murnèn,<note n="196" id="h331-p1.27"><i>murnen</i>, mourning</note></l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.28">Never turnèn,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.29">Cheäks a-burnèn, wi' the het</l>
<l id="h331-p1.30">O' youth, an' eyes noo tears do wet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h331-p1.31">
<l id="h331-p1.32">There friends do settle, zide by zide,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.33">The knower speechless to the known;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h331-p1.34">Their vaïce is there vor G<small id="h331-p1.35">OD</small> alwone,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.36">To flesh an' blood their tongues be tied.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.37">Grief a-wringèn,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h331-p1.38">Jaÿ<note n="197" id="h331-p1.39"><i>jay</i>, joy</note> a-zingèn,</l>
<l id="h331-p1.40">Pray'r a-bringèn welcome rest</l>
<l id="h331-p1.41">So softly to the troubled breast.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h331-p2">W. Barnes</p>

</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="As I wer readèn ov a stwone" progress="66.60%" prev="h331" next="h333" id="h332">
<hymn id="h332-p0.1">
<h3 id="h332-p0.2">CCCXXXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h332-p1">READEN OV A HEAD-STWONE</p>

<verse id="h332-p1.1">
<l id="h332-p1.2">As I wer readèn ov a stwone</l>
<l id="h332-p1.3">In Grenley church-yard all alwone,</l>
<l id="h332-p1.4">A little maïd ran up, wi' pride</l>
<l id="h332-p1.5">To zee me there, an' push'd a-zide</l>
<l id="h332-p1.6">A bunch o' bennets<note n="198" id="h332-p1.7"><i>bennets</i>, coarse flowering grasses</note> that did hide</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.8">A verse her father, as she zaïd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.9">Put up above her mother's head,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h332-p1.10">To tell how much he loved her.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h332-p1.11">
<l id="h332-p1.12">The verse wer short, but very good,</l>
<l id="h332-p1.13">I stood an' larn'd en where I stood:--</l>
<l id="h332-p1.14">'Mid<note n="199" id="h332-p1.15"><i>mid</i>, may</note> G<small id="h332-p1.16">OD</small>, dear Meäry, gi'e me greäce</l>
<l id="h332-p1.17">To vind, lik' thee, a better pleäce,</l>
<l id="h332-p1.18">Where I woonce mwore mid zee thy feäce;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.19">An' bring thy childern up to know</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.20">His word, that they mid come an' show</l>
<l class="t4" id="h332-p1.21">Thy soul how much I loved thee.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h332-p1.22">
<l id="h332-p1.23">Where 's father, then,' I zaid, 'my chile?'</l>
<l id="h332-p1.24">'Dead too,' she answer'd wi' a smile;</l>
<l id="h332-p1.25">'An' I an' brother Jim do bide</l>
<l id="h332-p1.26">At Betty White's, o' tother zide</l>
<pb n="266" id="h332-Page_266" />
<l id="h332-p1.27">O' road.' 'Mid He, my chile,' I cried,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.28">'That's father to the fatherless,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.29">Become thy father now, an' bless,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h332-p1.30">An' keep, an' leäd, an' love thee.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h332-p1.31">
<l id="h332-p1.32">Though she 've a-lost, I thought, so much,</l>
<l id="h332-p1.33">Still He don't let the thoughts o't touch</l>
<l id="h332-p1.34">Here litsome heart by day or night;</l>
<l id="h332-p1.35">An' zoo<note n="200" id="h332-p1.36"><i>zoo</i>, so</note>, if we could teäke it right,</l>
<l id="h332-p1.37">Do show He'll meäke His burdens light</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.38">To weaker souls, an' that His smile</l>
<l class="t2" id="h332-p1.39">Is sweet upon a harmless chile,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h332-p1.40">When they be dead that loved it.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Avore the time when zuns went down" progress="66.82%" prev="h332" next="h334" id="h333">
<hymn id="h333-p0.1">
<h3 id="h333-p0.2">CCCXXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h333-p1">THE CHILD'S GREÄVE</p>

<verse id="h333-p1.1">
<l id="h333-p1.2">Avore the time when zuns went down</l>
<l id="h333-p1.3">On zummer's green a-turn'd to brown,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.4">When sheädes o' swayèn wheat-eärs vell<note n="201" id="h333-p1.5"><i>vell</i>, fell</note></l>
<l id="h333-p1.6">Upon the scarlet pimpernel;</l>
<l id="h333-p1.7">The while you still mid<note n="202" id="h333-p1.8"><i>mid</i>, may</note> goo, an' vind</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.9">'Ithin the geärden's mossy wall,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.10">Sweet blossoms, low or risèn<note n="203" id="h333-p1.11"><i>risèn</i>, rising</note> tall,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.12">To meäke a tutty<note n="204" id="h333-p1.13"><i>tutty</i>, nosegay</note> to your mind,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.14">In churchyard heaved, wi' grassy breast,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.15">The greäve-mound ov a beäby's rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h333-p1.16">
<l id="h333-p1.17">An' when a high day broke, to call</l>
<l id="h333-p1.18">A throng 'ithin the churchyard wall,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.19">The mother brought, wi' thoughtvul mind,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.20">The feärest buds her eyes could vind,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.21">To trim the little greäve, an' show</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.22">To other souls her love an' loss,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.23">An' meäde a Seävior's little cross</l>
<l id="h333-p1.24">O' brightest flow'rs that then did blow,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.25">A-droppèn tears a-sheenèn<note n="205" id="h333-p1.26"><i>a-sheenen</i>, shining</note> bright,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.27">Among the dew, in mornèn light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h333-p1.28">
<l id="h333-p1.29">An woone sweet bud her han' did pleäce</l>
<l id="h333-p1.30">Up where did droop the Seävior's feäce;</l>
<l id="h333-p1.31">An' two she zet a-bloomèn bright,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.32">Where reach'd His hands o' left an' right;</l>
<pb n="267" id="h333-Page_267" />
<l id="h333-p1.33">Two mwore feäir blossoms, crimson dyed,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.34">Did mark the pleäces ov His veet,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.35">An' woone did lie, a-smellèn sweet,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.36">Up where the spear did wound the zide</l>
<l id="h333-p1.37">Ov Him that is the life ov all</l>
<l id="h333-p1.38">Greäve sleepers, whether big or small.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h333-p1.39">
<l id="h333-p1.40">The mother that in faith could zee</l>
<l id="h333-p1.41">The Seävior on the high cross tree</l>
<l id="h333-p1.42">Mid be a-vound<note n="206" id="h333-p1.43"><i>vound</i>, found</note> a-grievèn sore,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.44">But not to grieve vor evermwore,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.45">Vor He shall show her faithvul mind,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.46">His chaïce is all that she should choose,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h333-p1.47">An' love that here do grieve to lose,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.48">Shall be, above, a jay<note n="207" id="h333-p1.49"><i>jay</i>, joy</note> to vind,</l>
<l id="h333-p1.50">Wi' Him that evermwore shall keep</l>
<l id="h333-p1.51">The souls that He do lay asleep.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Ah! ev'ry day mid bring a while" progress="67.10%" prev="h333" next="h335" id="h334">
<hymn id="h334-p0.1">
<h3 id="h334-p0.2">CCCXXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h334-p1">THE CHURCH AN' HAPPY ZUNDAY</p>

<verse id="h334-p1.1">
<l id="h334-p1.2">Ah! ev'ry day mid bring a while</l>
<l id="h334-p1.3">O' eäse vrom all woone's<note n="208" id="h334-p1.4"><i>woone</i>, one</note> ceäre an' tweil<note n="209" id="h334-p1.5"><i>tweil</i>, toil</note>,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.6">The welcome evenèn, when 'tis sweet</l>
<l id="h334-p1.7">Vor tired friends wi' weary veet,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.8">But litsome hearts o' love, to meet:</l>
<l id="h334-p1.9">An' yet while weekly times do roll,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.10">The best vor body an' vor soul</l>
<l class="t3" id="h334-p1.11">'S the church an' happy Zunday.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h334-p1.12">
<l id="h334-p1.13">Vor then our loosen'd souls do rise</l>
<l id="h334-p1.14">Wi' holy thoughts beyond the skies,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.15">As we do think o' Him that shed</l>
<l id="h334-p1.16">His blood vor us, an' still do spread</l>
<l id="h334-p1.17">His love upon the live an dead;</l>
<l id="h334-p1.18">An' how He gi'ed a time an' pleäce</l>
<l id="h334-p1.19">To gather us, an' gi'e us greäce,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h334-p1.20">The church an' happy Zunday.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h334-p1.21">
<l id="h334-p1.22">There, under leänen<note n="210" id="h334-p1.23"><i>leänen</i>, leaning</note> mossy stwones,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.24">Do lie, vorgot, our fathers' bwones,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.25">That trod this groun' vor years agoo,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.26">When things that now be wold wer new;</l>
<pb n="268" id="h334-Page_268" />
<l id="h334-p1.27">An' comely maïdens, mild an' true,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.28">That meäde their sweet-hearts happy brides,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.29">An' come to kneel down at their zides</l>
<l class="t3" id="h334-p1.30">At church o' happy Zundays.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h334-p1.31">
<l id="h334-p1.32">'Tis good to zee woone's naïghbours come</l>
<l id="h334-p1.33">Out drough<note n="211" id="h334-p1.34"><i>drough</i>, through</note> the church-yard, vlockèn<note n="212" id="h334-p1.35"><i>vlockèn</i>, flocking</note> hwome,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.36">As woone do nod, an' woone do smile,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.37">An' woone do toss another's chile;</l>
<l id="h334-p1.38">An' zome be sheäken han's, the while</l>
<l id="h334-p1.39">Poll's uncle, chuckèn her below</l>
<l id="h334-p1.40">Her chin, do tell her she do grow,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h334-p1.41">At church o' happy Zundays.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h334-p1.42">
<l id="h334-p1.43">Zoo while our blood do run in vaïns</l>
<l id="h334-p1.44">O' livèn souls in theäsum<note n="213" id="h334-p1.45"><i>theäsum</i>, these</note> plaïns,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.46">Mid happy housen smoky round</l>
<l id="h334-p1.47">The church an' holy bit o' ground;</l>
<l id="h334-p1.48">An' while their weddèn bells do sound,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.49">Oh! mid em have the meäns o' greäce,</l>
<l id="h334-p1.50">The holy day an' holy pleäce,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h334-p1.51">The church an' happy Zunday.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When weakness now do strive wi' might" progress="67.37%" prev="h334" next="h336" id="h335">
<hymn id="h335-p0.1">
<h3 id="h335-p0.2">CCCXXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h335-p1">WITHSTANDERS</p>

<verse id="h335-p1.1">
<l id="h335-p1.2">When weakness now do strive wi' might</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.3">In struggles ov' an e'thly<note n="214" id="h335-p1.4"><i>e'thly</i>, earthly</note> trial,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.5">Might mid overcome the right,</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.6">An' truth be turn'd by might's denial;</l>
<l id="h335-p1.7">Withstanders we ha' mwost<note n="215" id="h335-p1.8"><i>ha mwost</i>, have most</note> to fear,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.9">If selfishness do wring us here,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.10">Be souls a-holdèn in their hand</l>
<l id="h335-p1.11">The might an' riches o' the land.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h335-p1.12">
<l id="h335-p1.13">But when the wicked, now so strong,</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.14">Shall stan' vor judgment, peäle as ashes,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.15">By the souls that rued their wrong,</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.16">Wi' tears a-hangèn on their lashes--</l>
<l id="h335-p1.17">Then withstanders they shall deäre<note n="216" id="h335-p1.18"><i>deäre</i>, dare</note></l>
<l id="h335-p1.19">The leäst ov' all to meet wi' there,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.20">Mid be the helpless souls that now</l>
<l id="h335-p1.21">Below their wrongvul might mid bow.</l>
<pb n="269" id="h335-Page_269" />
</verse>

<verse id="h335-p1.22">
<l id="h335-p1.23">Sweet childern o' the dead, bereft</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.24">Ov all their goods by guile an' forgèn<note n="217" id="h335-p1.25"><i>forgen</i>, forgery</note>;</l>
<l id="h335-p1.26">Souls o' driven sleäves that left</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.27">Their weäry limbs a-mark'd by scourgèn;</l>
<l id="h335-p1.28">They that G<small id="h335-p1.29">OD</small> ha' call'd to die</l>
<l id="h335-p1.30">Vor a truth ageän the worold's lie,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.31">An' they that groan'd an' cried in vaïn,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.32">A-bound by foes' unrighteous chaïn.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h335-p1.33">
<l id="h335-p1.34">The maïd that selfish craft led on</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.35">To sin, an' left wi' hope a-blighted;</l>
<l id="h335-p1.36">Starvèn workmen, thin an' wan,</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.37">Wi' hopeless leäbour ill requited;</l>
<l id="h335-p1.38">Souls a-wrong'd, an' call'd to vill</l>
<l id="h335-p1.39">Wi' dread, the men that used em ill,--</l>
<l id="h335-p1.40">When might shall yield to right as pliant</l>
<l id="h335-p1.41">As a dwarf avore a giant.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h335-p1.42">
<l id="h335-p1.43">When there, at last, the good shall glow</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.44">In starbright bodies lik' their Seäviour,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.45">Vor all their flesh noo mwore mid show,</l>
<l class="t" id="h335-p1.46">The marks o' man's unkind beheäviour:</l>
<l id="h335-p1.47">Wi' speechless tongue, an' burnèn cheäk,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.48">The strong shall bow avore the weäk,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.49">An' vind that helplessness, wi' right,</l>
<l id="h335-p1.50">Is strong beyond all e'thly might.</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I'd a dream to-night" progress="67.65%" prev="h335" next="h337" id="h336">
<hymn id="h336-p0.1">
<h3 id="h336-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p170.2" id="h336-p0.3">CCCXXXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h336-p1">THE MOTHER'S DREAM</p>

<verse id="h336-p1.1">
<l id="h336-p1.2">I'd a dream to-night</l>
<l id="h336-p1.3">As I fell asleep,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.4">Oh! the touching sight</l>
<l id="h336-p1.5">Makes me still to weep:</l>
<l id="h336-p1.6">Of my little lad,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.7">Gone to leave me sad,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.8">Aye, the child I had,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.9">But was not to keep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h336-p1.10">
<l id="h336-p1.11">As in heaven high,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.12">I my child did seek,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.13">There, in train, came by</l>
<l id="h336-p1.14">Children fair and meek,</l>
<pb n="270" id="h336-Page_270" />
<l id="h336-p1.15">Each in lily-white,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.16">With a lamp alight;</l>
<l id="h336-p1.17">Each was clear to sight,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.18">But they did not speak.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h336-p1.19">
<l id="h336-p1.20">Then, a little sad,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.21">Came my child in turn,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.22">But the lamp he had,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.23">Oh! it did not burn;</l>
<l id="h336-p1.24">He, to clear my doubt,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.25">Said, half turn'd about,</l>
<l id="h336-p1.26">'Your tears put it out;</l>
<l id="h336-p1.27">Mother, never mourn.'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be" progress="67.75%" prev="h336" next="h338" id="h337">
<hymn id="h337-p0.1">
<h3 id="h337-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p171.2" id="h337-p0.3">CCCXXXVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h337-p1">PER PACEM AD LUCEM</p>

<verse id="h337-p1.1">
<l id="h337-p1.2">I do not ask, O L<small id="h337-p1.3">ORD</small>, that life may be</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.4">A pleasant road;</l>
<l id="h337-p1.5">I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.6">Aught of its load:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h337-p1.7">
<l id="h337-p1.8">I do not ask that flowers should always spring</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.9">Beneath my feet;</l>
<l id="h337-p1.10">I know too well the poison and the sting</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.11">Of things too sweet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h337-p1.12">
<l id="h337-p1.13">For one thing only, L<small id="h337-p1.14">ORD</small>, dear L<small id="h337-p1.15">ORD</small>, I plead:</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.16">Lead me aright--</l>
<l id="h337-p1.17">Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.18">Through Peace to Light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h337-p1.19">
<l id="h337-p1.20">I do not ask, O L<small id="h337-p1.21">ORD</small>, that Thou shouldst shed</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.22">Full radiance here:</l>
<l id="h337-p1.23">Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.24">Without a fear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h337-p1.25">
<l id="h337-p1.26">I do not ask my cross to understand,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.27">My way to see;</l>
<l id="h337-p1.28">Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h337-p1.29">And follow Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h337-p2">A. A. Procter</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="This Advent moon shines cold and clear" progress="67.87%" prev="h337" next="h339" id="h338">
<hymn id="h338-p0.1">
<h3 id="h338-p0.2">CCCXXXVIII</h3>

<verse id="h338-p0.3">
<l id="h338-p0.4">This Advent moon shines cold and clear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.5">These Advent nights are long,</l>
<l id="h338-p0.6">Our lamps have burn'd year after year</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.7">And still their flame is strong.</l>
<pb n="271" id="h338-Page_271" />
<l id="h338-p0.8">'Watchman, what of the night?' we cry</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.9">Heart-sick with hope deferr'd:</l>
<l id="h338-p0.10">'No speaking signs are in the sky,'</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.11">Is still the watchman's word.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h338-p0.12">
<l id="h338-p0.13">The Porter watches at the gate,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.14">The servants watch within;</l>
<l id="h338-p0.15">The watch is long betimes and late,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.16">The prize is slow to win.</l>
<l id="h338-p0.17">'Watchman, what of the night?' but still</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.18">His answer sounds the same:</l>
<l id="h338-p0.19">'No daybreak tops the utmost hill,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.20">Nor pale our lamps of flame.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h338-p0.21">
<l id="h338-p0.22">One to another hear them speak</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.23">The patient Virgins wise:</l>
<l id="h338-p0.24">'Surely He is not far to seek'--</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.25">'All night we watch and rise.'</l>
<l id="h338-p0.26">'The days are evil looking back,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.27">The coming days are dim;</l>
<l id="h338-p0.28">Yet count we not His promise slack,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.29">But watch and wait for Him.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h338-p0.30">
<l id="h338-p0.31">One with another, soul with soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.32">They kindle fire from fire:</l>
<l id="h338-p0.33">'Friends watch us who have touch'd the goal.'</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.34">'They urge us, come up higher.'</l>
<l id="h338-p0.35">'With them shall rest our waysore feet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.36">With them is built our home,</l>
<l id="h338-p0.37">With C<small id="h338-p0.38">HRIST</small>.'--'They sweet, but He most sweet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.39">Sweeter than honeycomb.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h338-p0.40">
<l id="h338-p0.41">There no more parting, no more pain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.42">The distant ones brought near,</l>
<l id="h338-p0.43">The lost so long are found again,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.44">Long lost but longer dear:</l>
<l id="h338-p0.45">Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.46">Nor heart conceived that rest,</l>
<l id="h338-p0.47">With them our good things long deferr'd,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.48">With J<small id="h338-p0.49">ESUS</small> C<small id="h338-p0.50">HRIST</small> our Best.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h338-p0.51">
<l id="h338-p0.52">We weep because the night is long,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.53">We laugh, for day shall rise;</l>
<l id="h338-p0.54">We sing a slow contented song,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.55">And knock at Paradise.</l>
<l id="h338-p0.56">Weeping we hold Him fast, Who wept</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.57">For us, we hold Him fast;</l>
<l id="h338-p0.58">And will not let Him go except</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.59">He bless us first or last.</l>
<pb n="272" id="h338-Page_272" />
</verse>

<verse id="h338-p0.60">
<l id="h338-p0.61">Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.62">We will not let Him go</l>
<l id="h338-p0.63">Till daybreak smite our wearied sight</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.64">And summer smite the snow:</l>
<l id="h338-p0.65">Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.66">Shall coo the livelong day;</l>
<l id="h338-p0.67">Then He shall say, 'Arise, My love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h338-p0.68">My fair one, come away.'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h338-p1">C. G. Rossetti</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In the bleak mid-winter" progress="68.21%" prev="h338" next="h340" id="h339">
<hymn id="h339-p0.1">
<h3 id="h339-p0.2">CCCXXXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h339-p1">A CHRISTMAS CAROL</p>

<verse id="h339-p1.1">
<l id="h339-p1.2">In the bleak mid-winter</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.3">Frosty wind made moan,</l>
<l id="h339-p1.4">Earth stood hard as iron,</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.5">Water like a stone;</l>
<l id="h339-p1.6">Snow had fallen, snow on snow,</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.7">Snow on snow,</l>
<l id="h339-p1.8">In the bleak mid-winter</l>
<l class="t3" id="h339-p1.9">Long ago.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h339-p1.10">
<l id="h339-p1.11">Our G<small id="h339-p1.12">OD</small>, Heaven cannot hold Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.13">Nor earth sustain;</l>
<l id="h339-p1.14">Heaven and earth shall flee away</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.15">When He comes to reign:</l>
<l id="h339-p1.16">In the bleak mid-winter</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.17">A stable-place sufficed</l>
<l id="h339-p1.18">The L<small id="h339-p1.19">ORD</small> G<small id="h339-p1.20">OD</small> Almighty</l>
<l class="t3" id="h339-p1.21">J<small id="h339-p1.22">ESUS</small> C<small id="h339-p1.23">HRIST</small>.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h339-p1.24">
<l id="h339-p1.25">Enough for Him Whom cherubim</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.26">Worship night and day,</l>
<l id="h339-p1.27">A breastful of milk</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.28">And a mangerful of hay;</l>
<l id="h339-p1.29">Enough for Him Whom angels</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.30">Fall down before,</l>
<l id="h339-p1.31">The ox and ass and camel</l>
<l class="t3" id="h339-p1.32">Which adore.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h339-p1.33">
<l id="h339-p1.34">Angels and archangels</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.35">May have gather'd there,</l>
<l id="h339-p1.36">Cherubim and seraphim</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.37">Throng'd the air,--</l>
<l id="h339-p1.38">But only His Mother</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.39">In her maiden bliss</l>
<l id="h339-p1.40">Worshipp'd the Belovéd</l>
<l class="t3" id="h339-p1.41">With a kiss.</l>
<pb n="273" id="h339-Page_273" />
</verse>

<verse id="h339-p1.42">
<l id="h339-p1.43">What can I give Him</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.44">Poor as I am?</l>
<l id="h339-p1.45">If I were a shepherd</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.46">I would bring a lamb;</l>
<l id="h339-p1.47">If I were a wise man</l>
<l class="t" id="h339-p1.48">I would do my part;</l>
<l id="h339-p1.49">Yet what I can I give Him,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h339-p1.50">Give my heart.</l>
</verse>



</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My sun has set, I dwell" progress="68.37%" prev="h339" next="h341" id="h340">
<hymn id="h340-p0.1">
<h3 id="h340-p0.2">CCCXL</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h340-p1">DESPISED AND REJECTED</p>

<verse id="h340-p1.1">
<l id="h340-p1.2">My sun has set, I dwell</l>
<l id="h340-p1.3">In darkness as a dead man out of sight;</l>
<l id="h340-p1.4">And none remains, not one, that I should tell</l>
<l id="h340-p1.5">To him mine evil plight</l>
<l id="h340-p1.6">This bitter night.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.7">I will make fast my door</l>
<l id="h340-p1.8">That hollow friends may trouble me no more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h340-p1.9">
<l id="h340-p1.10">'Friend, open to Me.'--Who is this that calls?</l>
<l id="h340-p1.11">Nay, I am deaf as are my walls:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.12">Cease crying, for I will not hear</l>
<l id="h340-p1.13">Thy cry of hope or fear.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.14">Others were dear,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.15">Others forsook me: what art thou indeed</l>
<l id="h340-p1.16">That I should heed</l>
<l id="h340-p1.17">Thy lamentable need?</l>
<l id="h340-p1.18">Hungry, should feed,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.19">Or stranger, lodge thee here?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h340-p1.20">
<l id="h340-p1.21">'Friend, My Feet bleed.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.22">Open thy door to Me and comfort Me.'</l>
<l id="h340-p1.23">I will not open, trouble me no more.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.24">Go on thy way footsore,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.25">I will not rise and open unto thee.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.26">'Then is it nothing to thee? Open, see</l>
<l id="h340-p1.27">Who stands to plead with thee.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.28">Open, lest I should pass thee by, and thou</l>
<l id="h340-p1.29">One day entreat My Face</l>
<l id="h340-p1.30">And howl for grace,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.31">And I be deaf as thou art now.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.32">Open to Me.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h340-p1.33">
<l id="h340-p1.34">Then I cried out upon him: Cease,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.35">Leave me in peace:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.36">Fear not that I should crave</l>
<l id="h340-p1.37">Aught thou may'st have.</l>
<pb n="274" id="h340-Page_274" />
<l id="h340-p1.38">Leave me in peace, yea trouble me no more,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.39">Lest I arise and chase thee from my door.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.40">What, shall I not be let</l>
<l id="h340-p1.41">Alone, that thou dost vex me yet?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h340-p1.42">
<l id="h340-p1.43">But all night long that voice spake urgently:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.44">'Open to Me.'</l>
<l id="h340-p1.45">Still harping in mine ears:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.46">'Rise, let Me in.'</l>
<l id="h340-p1.47">Pleading with tears:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.48">'Open to Me, that I may come to thee.'</l>
<l id="h340-p1.49">While the dew dropp'd, while the dark hours were cold:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.50">'My Feet bleed, see my Face,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.51">See My Hands bleed that bring thee grace,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.52">My Heart doth bleed for thee,--</l>
<l id="h340-p1.53">Open to Me.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h340-p1.54">
<l id="h340-p1.55">So till the break of day:</l>
<l id="h340-p1.56">Then died away</l>
<l id="h340-p1.57">That voice, in silence as of sorrow;</l>
<l id="h340-p1.58">Then footsteps echoing like a sigh</l>
<l id="h340-p1.59">Pass'd me by,</l>
<l id="h340-p1.60">Lingering footsteps slow to pass.</l>
<l id="h340-p1.61">On the morrow</l>
<l id="h340-p1.62">I saw upon the grass</l>
<l id="h340-p1.63">Each footprint mark'd in blood, and on my door</l>
<l id="h340-p1.64">The mark of blood for evermore.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Give me the lowest place: not that I dare" progress="68.69%" prev="h340" next="h342" id="h341">
<hymn id="h341-p0.1">
<h3 id="h341-p0.2">CCCXLI</h3>

<verse id="h341-p0.3">
<l id="h341-p0.4">Give me the lowest place: not that I dare</l>
<l class="t" id="h341-p0.5">Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died</l>
<l class="t4" id="h341-p0.6">That I might live and share</l>
<l class="t6" id="h341-p0.7">Thy glory by Thy side.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h341-p0.8">
<l id="h341-p0.9">Give me the lowest place: or if for me</l>
<l class="t" id="h341-p0.10">That lowest place too high, make one more low</l>
<l class="t4" id="h341-p0.11">Where I may sit and see</l>
<l class="t6" id="h341-p0.12">My G<small id="h341-p0.13">OD</small>, and love Thee so.</l>
</verse>



</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When thy lone dreams sweet visions see" progress="68.74%" prev="h341" next="h343" id="h342">
<hymn id="h342-p0.1">
<h3 id="h342-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p172.2" id="h342-p0.3">CCCXLII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h342-p1">FOR THE DESOLATE</p>

<verse id="h342-p1.1">
<l id="h342-p1.2">When thy lone dreams sweet visions see,</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.3">And loving looks upon thee shine,</l>
<l id="h342-p1.4">And loving lips speak joys to thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.5">That never, never may be thine;</l>
<pb n="275" id="h342-Page_275" />
<l id="h342-p1.6">Then press thy hand hard on thy side,</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.7">And force down all the swelling pain;</l>
<l id="h342-p1.8">Trust me, the wound, however wide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.9">Shall close at last, and heal again.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h342-p1.10">
<l id="h342-p1.11">Think not of what is from thee kept;</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.12">Think, rather, what thou hast received:</l>
<l id="h342-p1.13">Thine eyes have smiled, if they have wept;</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.14">Thy heart has danced, if it has grieved.</l>
<l id="h342-p1.15">Rich comforts yet shall be thine own;</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.16">Yea, G<small id="h342-p1.17">OD</small> Himself shall wipe thine eyes;</l>
<l id="h342-p1.18">And still His love alike is shown</l>
<l class="t" id="h342-p1.19">In what He gives, and what denies.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h342-p2">H. S. Sutton</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How beautiful it is to be alive" progress="68.85%" prev="h342" next="h344" id="h343">
<hymn id="h343-p0.1">
<h3 id="h343-p0.2">CCCXLIII</h3>

<verse id="h343-p0.3">
<l id="h343-p0.4">How beautiful it is to be alive!</l>
<l id="h343-p0.5">To wake each morn as if the Maker's grace</l>
<l id="h343-p0.6">Did us afresh from nothingness derive</l>
<l id="h343-p0.7">That we might sing 'How happy is our case!</l>
<l id="h343-p0.8">How beautiful it is to be alive!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h343-p0.9">
<l id="h343-p0.10">To read in G<small id="h343-p0.11">OD</small>'s great Book, until we feel</l>
<l id="h343-p0.12">Love for the love that gave it; then to kneel</l>
<l id="h343-p0.13">Close unto Him Whose truth our souls will shrive,</l>
<l id="h343-p0.14">While every moment's joy doth more reveal</l>
<l id="h343-p0.15">How beautiful it is to be alive.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h343-p0.16">
<l id="h343-p0.17">Rather to go without what might increase</l>
<l id="h343-p0.18">Our worldly standing, than our souls deprive</l>
<l id="h343-p0.19">Of frequent speech with G<small id="h343-p0.20">OD</small>, or than to cease</l>
<l id="h343-p0.21">To feel, through having wasted health or peace,</l>
<l id="h343-p0.22">How beautiful it is to be alive.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h343-p0.23">
<l id="h343-p0.24">Not to forget, when pain and grief draw nigh,</l>
<l id="h343-p0.25">Into the ocean of time past to dive</l>
<l id="h343-p0.26">For memories of G<small id="h343-p0.27">OD</small>'s mercies, or to try</l>
<l id="h343-p0.28">To bear all sweetly, hoping still to cry</l>
<l id="h343-p0.29">'How beautiful it is to be alive!'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h343-p0.30">
<l id="h343-p0.31">Thus ever towards man's height of nobleness</l>
<l id="h343-p0.32">Strive still some new progression to contrive;</l>
<l id="h343-p0.33">Till, just as any other friend's, we press</l>
<l id="h343-p0.34">Death's hand; and, having died, feel none the less</l>
<l id="h343-p0.35">How beautiful it is to be alive.</l>
<pb n="276" id="h343-Page_276" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What wealth to earth our God hath given" progress="69.04%" prev="h343" next="h345" id="h344">
<hymn id="h344-p0.1">
<h3 id="h344-p0.2">CCCXLIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h344-p1">A PREACHER'S SOLILOQUY</p>

<verse id="h344-p1.1">
<l id="h344-p1.2">What wealth to earth our G<small id="h344-p1.3">OD</small> hath given!</l>
<l id="h344-p1.4">What growing increment for heaven!</l>
<l id="h344-p1.5">Men, women, youth, and children small,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.6">I thank the good G<small id="h344-p1.7">OD</small> for you all!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h344-p1.8">
<l id="h344-p1.9">Not always was it mine to give</l>
<l id="h344-p1.10">Such high regard to all who live;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.11">Time was, I know, when I could go</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.12">Along the streets and scarcely see</l>
<l id="h344-p1.13">The presences my G<small id="h344-p1.14">OD</small> did show</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.15">So lavishly to me.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.16">Around my steps,--before, behind,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.17">They His creative power declared;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.18">I only heeded them, to find</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.19">The easiest path, as on I fared.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.20">And ev'n the innocent little ones,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.21">Of value high o'er stars and suns,--</l>
<l id="h344-p1.22">Evangelists, by Heaven's decree,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.23">Commission'd truths to teach to me</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.24">That elsewise I had never known,--</l>
<l id="h344-p1.25">They seem'd young foreigners to be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.26">They never seem'd mine own.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.27">How could I be so dull and blind?</l>
<l id="h344-p1.28">How dared I slight G<small id="h344-p1.29">OD</small>'s humankind?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h344-p1.30">
<l id="h344-p1.31">I know ye nothing care for me;--</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.32">Each to each deep mysteries,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.33">We cannot guess what we may be</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.34">Except by what a glance can seize.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.35">Perchance we never met before,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.36">Meet now the first and final time,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.37">Yet are ye mine, over and o'er,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.38">That, haply, I may help you climb</l>
<l id="h344-p1.39">To J<small id="h344-p1.40">ESUS</small>, up the mount divine.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.41">Oh might such high success be mine!</l>
<l id="h344-p1.42">Fain would I couch your vision dim;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.43">Fain would I lead you up to Him!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h344-p1.44">
<l id="h344-p1.45">Nay, nay, I cannot yield up one--</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.46">No little child, no youth, no man;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.47">I cannot say, Depart from me;</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.48">I cannot say, Begone, begone,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h344-p1.49">I have no part in thee.</l>
<pb n="277" id="h344-Page_277" />
</verse>

<verse id="h344-p1.50">
<l id="h344-p1.51">No part? But how? Do I not love you?</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.52">Is not this title still more strong</l>
<l id="h344-p1.53">Than if I'd bought you all with gold?--</l>
<l id="h344-p1.54">Love strenuous flies, a spirit above you;</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.55">Try to escape, it will outfly you,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.56">It will embrace, ay, and defy you</l>
<l id="h344-p1.57">To break away its gentle hold.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.58">Because G<small id="h344-p1.59">OD</small>'s love is swift and strong,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.60">Therefore ye all to me belong.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h344-p1.61">
<l id="h344-p1.62">Why do I dare love all mankind?</l>
<l id="h344-p1.63">'Tis not because each face, each form</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.64">Is comely, for it is not so;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.65">Nor is it that each soul is warm</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.66">With any Godlike glow.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.67">Yet there's no one to whom's not given</l>
<l id="h344-p1.68">Some little lineament of heaven,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.69">Some partial symbol, at the least, in sign</l>
<l id="h344-p1.70">Of what should be, if it is not, within,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.71">Reminding of the death of sin</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.72">And life of the Divine.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.73">There was a time, full well I know,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.74">When I had not yet seen you so;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.75">Time was, when few seem'd fair;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.76">But now, as through the streets I go,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.77">There seems no face so shapeless, so</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.78">Forlorn, but that there's something there</l>
<l id="h344-p1.79">That, like the heavens, doth declare</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.80">The glory of the great All-Fair;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.81">And so mine own each one I call;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.82">And so I dare to love you all.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h344-p1.83">
<l id="h344-p1.84">Glory to G<small id="h344-p1.85">OD</small>, who hath assign'd</l>
<l id="h344-p1.86">To me this mixture with mankind!</l>
<l id="h344-p1.87">Glory to G<small id="h344-p1.88">OD</small>, that I am born</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.89">Into a world, whose palace-gates</l>
<l id="h344-p1.90">So many royal ones adorn!</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.91">Heaven's possible novitiates,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.92">With self-subduing freedom free,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.93">Princely ye are, each one, to me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.94">Each of secret kingly blood,</l>
<l id="h344-p1.95">Though not inheritors as yet</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.96">Of all your own right royal things;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.97">For it were folly to forget</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.98">That they alone are queens and kings</l>
<l class="t2" id="h344-p1.99">Who are the truly good.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.100">Yet are ye angels in disguise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.101">Angels who have not found your wings;</l>
<pb n="278" id="h344-Page_278" />
<l id="h344-p1.102">I see more in ye than ye are</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.103">As yet, while earth so closely clings;</l>
<l id="h344-p1.104">As through a cloud that hides the skies</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.105">Undoubting science hails a star</l>
<l id="h344-p1.106">Not to be seen by other eyes,</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.107">Yet surely among things that are,--</l>
<l id="h344-p1.108">So the dense veil of your deformities</l>
<l class="t" id="h344-p1.109">Love gives me power away to pull.</l>
<l id="h344-p1.110">--Alas! why will ye not from sin arise,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h344-p1.111">And be C<small id="h344-p1.112">HRIST</small>'s beautiful?</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes" progress="69.63%" prev="h344" next="h346" id="h345">
<hymn id="h345-p0.1">
<h3 id="h345-p0.2">CCCXLV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h345-p1">THE TOYS</p>

<verse id="h345-p1.1">
<l id="h345-p1.2">My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.3">And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.4">Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.5">I struck him, and dismiss'd</l>
<l id="h345-p1.6">With hard words and unkiss'd;</l>
<l id="h345-p1.7">His Mother, who was patient, being dead.</l>
<l id="h345-p1.8">Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.9">I visited his bed,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.10">But found him slumbering deep,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.11">With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet</l>
<l id="h345-p1.12">From his late sobbing wet.</l>
<l id="h345-p1.13">And I, with moan,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.14">Kissing away his tears, left others of my own;</l>
<l id="h345-p1.15">For, on a table drawn beside his head,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.16">He had put, within his reach,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.17">A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.18">A piece of glass abraded by the beach</l>
<l id="h345-p1.19">And six or seven shells,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.20">A bottle with bluebells,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.21">And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.22">To comfort his sad heart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h345-p1.23">
<l id="h345-p1.24">So when that night I pray'd</l>
<l id="h345-p1.25">To G<small id="h345-p1.26">OD</small>, I wept, and said:</l>
<l id="h345-p1.27">Ah, when at last we lie with trancéd breath,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.28">Not vexing Thee in death,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.29">And Thou rememberest of what toys</l>
<l id="h345-p1.30">We made our joys,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.31">How weakly understood</l>
<l id="h345-p1.32">Thy great commanded good,--</l>
<l id="h345-p1.33">Then, Fatherly not less</l>
<l id="h345-p1.34">Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.35">Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say,</l>
<l id="h345-p1.36">'I will be sorry for their childishness.'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h345-p1.38">C. Patmore</p>
<pb n="279" id="h345-Page_279" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O only Source of all our light and life" progress="69.83%" prev="h345" next="h347" id="h346">
<hymn id="h346-p0.1">
<h3 id="h346-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p173.2" id="h346-p0.3">CCCXLVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h346-p1">QUI LABORAT ORAT</p>

<verse id="h346-p1.1">
<l id="h346-p1.2">O only Source of all our light and life,</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.3">Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel,</l>
<l id="h346-p1.4">But whom the hours of mortal moral strife</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.5">Alone aright reveal!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h346-p1.6">
<l id="h346-p1.7">Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought,</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.8">Thy presence owns ineffable, divine;</l>
<l id="h346-p1.9">Chastised each rebel self-encenter'd thought,</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.10">My will adoreth Thine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h346-p1.11">
<l id="h346-p1.12">With eye down-dropt, if then this earthly mind</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.13">Speechless remain, or speechless e'en depart;</l>
<l id="h346-p1.14">Nor seek to see--for what of earthly kind</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.15">Can see Thee as Thou art?--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h346-p1.16">
<l id="h346-p1.17">If well-assured 'tis but profanely bold</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.18">In thought's abstractest forms to seem to see,</l>
<l id="h346-p1.19">It dare not dare the dread communion hold</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.20">In ways unworthy Thee:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h346-p1.21">
<l id="h346-p1.22">O not unown'd, Thou shalt unnamed forgive;</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.23">In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare;</l>
<l id="h346-p1.24">And if in work its life it seem to live,</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.25">Shalt make that work be prayer.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h346-p1.26">
<l id="h346-p1.27">Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies,</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.28">Unsummon'd powers the blinding film shall part,</l>
<l id="h346-p1.29">And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.30">In recognition start.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h346-p1.31">
<l id="h346-p1.32">But, as Thou willest, give or e'en forbear</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.33">The beatific supersensual sight;--</l>
<l id="h346-p1.34">So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer</l>
<l class="t" id="h346-p1.35">Approach Thee morn and night.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h346-p2">A. H. Clough</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Who seeketh finds: what shall be his relief" progress="70.04%" prev="h346" next="h348" id="h347">
<hymn id="h347-p0.1">
<h3 id="h347-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p174.2" id="h347-p0.3">CCCXLVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h347-p0.4">
<l id="h347-p0.5">Who seeketh finds: what shall be his relief</l>
<l id="h347-p0.6">Who hath no power to seek, no heart to pray,</l>
<l id="h347-p0.7">No sense of G<small id="h347-p0.8">OD</small>, but bears as best he may,</l>
<l id="h347-p0.9">A lonely incommunicable grief?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h347-p0.10">
<l id="h347-p0.11">What shall he do? One only thing he knows,</l>
<l id="h347-p0.12">That his life flits a frail uneasy spark</l>
<l id="h347-p0.13">In the great vast of universal dark,</l>
<l id="h347-p0.14">And that the grave may not be all repose.</l>
<pb n="280" id="h347-Page_280" />
</verse>

<verse id="h347-p0.15">
<l id="h347-p0.16">Be still, sad soul! lift thou no passionate cry,</l>
<l id="h347-p0.17">But spread the desert of thy being bare</l>
<l id="h347-p0.18">To the full searching of the All-seeing eye:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h347-p0.19">
<l id="h347-p0.20">Wait--and through dark misgiving, blank despair,</l>
<l id="h347-p0.21">G<small id="h347-p0.22">OD</small> will come down in pity, and fill the dry</l>
<l id="h347-p0.23">Dead place with light, and life, and vernal air.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h347-p1">J. C. Shairp</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="While they here sojourn'd, their presence drew us" progress="70.16%" prev="h347" next="h349" id="h348">
<hymn id="h348-p0.1">
<h3 id="h348-p0.2">CCCXLVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h348-p1">SAINTS DEPARTED</p>

<verse id="h348-p1.1">
<l id="h348-p1.2">While they here sojourn'd, their presence drew us</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.3">By the sweetness of their human love;</l>
<l id="h348-p1.4">Day by day good thoughts of them renew us,</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.5">Like fresh tidings from the world above;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h348-p1.6">
<l id="h348-p1.7">Coming, like the stars at gloamin' glinting</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.8">Through the western clouds, when loud winds cease,</l>
<l id="h348-p1.9">Silently of that calm country hinting,</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.10">Where they with the angels are at peace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h348-p1.11">
<l id="h348-p1.12">Not their own, ah! not from earth was flowing</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.13">That high strain to which their souls were tuned,</l>
<l id="h348-p1.14">Year by year we saw them inly growing</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.15">Liker Him with Whom their hearts communed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h348-p1.16">
<l id="h348-p1.17">Then to Him they pass'd; but still unbroken,</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.18">Age to age, lasts on that goodly line,</l>
<l id="h348-p1.19">Whose pure lives are, more than all words spoken,</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.20">Earth's best witness to the life divine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h348-p1.21">
<l id="h348-p1.22">Subtlest thought shall fail, and learning falter,</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.23">Churches change, forms perish, systems go,</l>
<l id="h348-p1.24">But our human needs, they will not alter,</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.25">C<small id="h348-p1.26">HRIST</small> no after age shall e'er outgrow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h348-p1.27">
<l id="h348-p1.28">Yea, Amen! O changeless One, Thou only</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.29">Art life's guide and spiritual goal,</l>
<l id="h348-p1.30">Thou the Light across the dark vale lonely,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h348-p1.31">Thou the eternal haven of the soul!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I have a life with Christ to live" progress="70.35%" prev="h348" next="h350" id="h349">
<hymn id="h349-p0.1">
<h3 id="h349-p0.2">CCCXLIX</h3>

<verse id="h349-p0.3">
<l id="h349-p0.4">I have a life with C<small id="h349-p0.5">HRIST</small> to live,</l>
<l id="h349-p0.6">But, ere I live it, must I wait</l>
<l id="h349-p0.7">Till learning can clear answer give</l>
<l class="t" id="h349-p0.8">Of this and that book's date?</l>
</verse>
<pb n="281" id="h349-Page_281" />

<verse id="h349-p0.9">
<l id="h349-p0.10">I have, a life in C<small id="h349-p0.11">HRIST</small> to live,</l>
<l id="h349-p0.12">I have a death in C<small id="h349-p0.13">HRIST</small> to die;--</l>
<l id="h349-p0.14">And must I wait, till science give</l>
<l class="t" id="h349-p0.15">All doubts a full reply?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h349-p0.16">
<l id="h349-p0.17">Nay rather, while the sea of doubt</l>
<l id="h349-p0.18">Is raging wildly round about,</l>
<l id="h349-p0.19">Questioning of life and death and sin,</l>
<l class="t" id="h349-p0.20">Let me but creep within</l>
<l id="h349-p0.21">Thy fold, O C<small id="h349-p0.22">HRIST</small>, and at Thy feet</l>
<l class="t" id="h349-p0.23">Take but the lowest seat,</l>
<l id="h349-p0.24">And hear Thine awful voice repeat</l>
<l id="h349-p0.25">In gentlest accents, heavenly sweet,</l>
<l class="t" id="h349-p0.26">Come unto Me, and rest:</l>
<l class="t" id="h349-p0.27">Believe Me, and be blest.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="'Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt" progress="70.46%" prev="h349" next="h351" id="h350">
<hymn id="h350-p0.1">
<h3 id="h350-p0.2">CCCL</h3>

<verse id="h350-p0.3">
<l id="h350-p0.4">'Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.5">Our feelings come and go;</l>
<l id="h350-p0.6">Our best estate is toss'd about</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.7">In ceaseless ebb and flow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.8">
<l id="h350-p0.9">No mood of feeling, form of thought,</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.10">Is constant for a day;</l>
<l id="h350-p0.11">But Thou, O L<small id="h350-p0.12">ORD</small>! Thou changest not;</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.13">The same Thou art alway.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.14">
<l id="h350-p0.15">I grasp Thy strength, make it mine own,</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.16">My heart with peace is blest;</l>
<l id="h350-p0.17">I lose my hold, and then comes down</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.18">Darkness and cold unrest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.19">
<l id="h350-p0.20">Let me no more my comfort draw</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.21">From my frail hold of Thee,--</l>
<l id="h350-p0.22">In this alone rejoice with awe;</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.23">Thy mighty grasp of me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.24">
<l id="h350-p0.25">Out of that weak unquiet drift</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.26">That comes but to depart,</l>
<l id="h350-p0.27">To that pure Heaven my spirit lift</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.28">Where Thou unchanging art.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.29">
<l id="h350-p0.30">Lay hold of me with Thy strong grasp,</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.31">Let Thy Almighty arm</l>
<l id="h350-p0.32">In its embrace my weakness clasp,</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.33">And I shall fear no harm.</l>
<pb n="282" id="h350-Page_282" />
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.34">
<l id="h350-p0.35">Thy purpose of eternal good</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.36">Let me but surely know;</l>
<l id="h350-p0.37">On this I'll lean, let changing mood</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.38">And feeling come or go;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h350-p0.39">
<l id="h350-p0.40">Glad when Thy sunshine fills my soul;</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.41">Not lorn when clouds o'ercast;</l>
<l id="h350-p0.42">Since Thou within Thy sure control</l>
<l class="t" id="h350-p0.43">Of Love dost hold me fast.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Yes, mark the words, deem not that Saints alone" progress="70.64%" prev="h350" next="h352" id="h351">
<hymn id="h351-p0.1">
<h3 id="h351-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p175.2" id="h351-p0.3">CCCLI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h351-p1">THE POWERS THAT BE ARE ORDAINED OF GOD</p>

<verse id="h351-p1.1">
<l id="h351-p1.2">Yes, mark the words, deem not that Saints alone</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.3">Are Heaven's true servants, and His laws fulfil</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.4">Who rules o'er just and wicked. He from ill</l>
<l id="h351-p1.5">Culls good, He moulds the Egyptian's heart of stone</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h351-p1.6">
<l id="h351-p1.7">To do him honour, and e'en Nero's throne</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.8">Claims as His ordinance; before Him still</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.9">Pride bows unconscious, and the rebel will</l>
<l id="h351-p1.10">Most does His bidding, following most its own.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h351-p1.11">
<l id="h351-p1.12">Then grieve not at their high and palmy state,</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.13">Those proud bad men, whose unrelenting sway</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.14">Has shatter'd holiest things, and led astray</l>
<l id="h351-p1.15">C<small id="h351-p1.16">HRIST</small>'s little ones: they are but tools of Fate,</l>
<l id="h351-p1.17">Duped rebels, doom'd to serve a <small id="h351-p1.18">POWER</small> they hate,</l>
<l class="t" id="h351-p1.19">To earn a traitor's guerdon, yet obey.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h351-p2">R. H. Froude</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice" progress="70.76%" prev="h351" next="h353" id="h352">
<hymn id="h352-p0.1">
<h3 id="h352-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p176.2" id="h352-p0.3">CCCLII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h352-p1">A THANKSGIVING</p>

<verse id="h352-p1.1">
<l id="h352-p1.2">L<small id="h352-p1.3">ORD</small>, in this dust Thy sovereign voice</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.4">First quicken'd love divine;</l>
<l id="h352-p1.5">I am all Thine,--Thy care and choice,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.6">My very praise is Thine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.7">
<l id="h352-p1.8">I praise Thee, while Thy providence</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.9">In childhood frail I trace,</l>
<l id="h352-p1.10">For blessings given, ere dawning sense</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.11">Could seek or scan Thy grace;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.12">
<l id="h352-p1.13">Blessings in boyhood's marvelling hour,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.14">Bright dreams, and fancyings strange;</l>
<l id="h352-p1.15">Blessings, when reason's awful power</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.16">Gave thought a bolder range;</l>
<pb n="283" id="h352-Page_283" />
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.17">
<l id="h352-p1.18">Blessings of friends, which to my door</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.19">Unask'd, unhoped, have come;</l>
<l id="h352-p1.20">And, choicer still, a countless store</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.21">Of eager smiles at home.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.22">
<l id="h352-p1.23">Yet, L<small id="h352-p1.24">ORD</small>, in memory's fondest place</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.25">I shrine those seasons sad,</l>
<l id="h352-p1.26">When, looking up, I saw Thy face</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.27">In kind austereness clad.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.28">
<l id="h352-p1.29">I would not miss one sigh or tear,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.30">Heart-pang, or throbbing brow;</l>
<l id="h352-p1.31">Sweet was the chastisement severe,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.32">And sweet its memory now.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.33">
<l id="h352-p1.34">Yes! let the fragrant scars abide,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.35">Love-tokens in Thy stead,</l>
<l id="h352-p1.36">Faint shadows of the spear-pierced side</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.37">And thorn-encompass'd head.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.38">
<l id="h352-p1.39">And such Thy tender force be still,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.40">When self would swerve or stray,</l>
<l id="h352-p1.41">Shaping to truth the froward will</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.42">Along Thy narrow way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h352-p1.43">
<l id="h352-p1.44">Deny me wealth; far, far remove</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.45">The lure of power or name;</l>
<l id="h352-p1.46">Hope thrives in straits, in weakness love,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h352-p1.47">And faith in this world's shame.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h352-p2">J. H. Newman</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In childhood, when with eager eyes" progress="70.99%" prev="h352" next="h354" id="h353">
<hymn id="h353-p0.1">
<h3 id="h353-p0.2">CCCLIII</h3>

<verse id="h353-p0.3">
<l id="h353-p0.4">In childhood, when with eager eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h353-p0.5">The season-measured year I view'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h353-p0.6">All, garb'd in fairy guise,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h353-p0.7">Pledged constancy of good.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h353-p0.8">
<l id="h353-p0.9">Spring sang of heaven; the summer flowers</l>
<l class="t" id="h353-p0.10">Bade me gaze on, and did not fade;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h353-p0.11">Ev'n suns o'er autumn's bowers</l>
<l class="t3" id="h353-p0.12">Heard my strong wish, and stay'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h353-p0.13">
<l id="h353-p0.14">They came and went, the short-lived four;</l>
<l class="t" id="h353-p0.15">Yet, as their varying dance they wove,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h353-p0.16">To my young heart each bore</l>
<l class="t3" id="h353-p0.17">Its own sure claim of love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h353-p0.18">
<l id="h353-p0.19">Far different now;--the whirling year</l>
<l class="t" id="h353-p0.20">Vainly my dizzy eyes pursue;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h353-p0.21">And its fair tints appear</l>
<l class="t3" id="h353-p0.22">All blent in one dusk hue.</l>
<pb n="284" id="h353-Page_284" />
</verse>

<verse id="h353-p0.23">
<l id="h353-p0.24">Then what this world to thee, my heart?</l>
<l class="t" id="h353-p0.25">Its gifts nor feed thee nor can bless.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h353-p0.26">Thou hast no owner's part</l>
<l class="t3" id="h353-p0.27">In all its fleetingness.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h353-p0.28">
<l id="h353-p0.29">The flame, the storm, the quaking ground,</l>
<l class="t" id="h353-p0.30">Earth's joy, earth's terror, nought is thine;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h353-p0.31">Thou must but hear the sound</l>
<l class="t3" id="h353-p0.32">Of the still Voice Divine.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O aged Saint! far off I heard" progress="71.13%" prev="h353" next="h355" id="h354">
<hymn id="h354-p0.1">
<h3 id="h354-p0.2">CCCLIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h354-p1">THE SAINT AND THE HERO</p>

<verse id="h354-p1.1">
<l id="h354-p1.2">O aged Saint! far off I heard</l>
<l class="t" id="h354-p1.3">The praises of thy name;--</l>
<l id="h354-p1.4">Thy deed of power, thy prudent word,</l>
<l class="t" id="h354-p1.5">Thy zeal's triumphant flame.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h354-p1.6">
<l id="h354-p1.7">I came and saw; and, having seen,</l>
<l class="t" id="h354-p1.8">Weak heart, I drew offence</l>
<l id="h354-p1.9">From thy prompt smile, thy simple mien,</l>
<l class="t" id="h354-p1.10">Thy lowly diligence.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h354-p1.11">
<l id="h354-p1.12">The Saint's is not the Hero's praise;--</l>
<l class="t" id="h354-p1.13">This I have found, and learn</l>
<l id="h354-p1.14">Nor to malign Heaven's humblest ways,</l>
<l class="t" id="h354-p1.15">Nor its least boon to spurn.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I saw thee once, and nought discern'd" progress="71.21%" prev="h354" next="h356" id="h355">
<hymn id="h355-p0.1">
<h3 id="h355-p0.2">CCCLV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h355-p1">TRANSFIGURATION</p>

<verse id="h355-p1.1">
<l id="h355-p1.2">I saw thee once, and nought discern'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h355-p1.3">For stranger to admire;</l>
<l id="h355-p1.4">A serious aspect, but it burn'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h355-p1.5">With no unearthly fire.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h355-p1.6">
<l id="h355-p1.7">Again I saw, and I confess'd</l>
<l class="t" id="h355-p1.8">Thy speech was rare and high;</l>
<l id="h355-p1.9">And yet it vex'd my burden'd breast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h355-p1.10">And scared, I knew not why.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h355-p1.11">
<l id="h355-p1.12">I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed</l>
<l class="t" id="h355-p1.13">On face, and form, and air;</l>
<l id="h355-p1.14">G<small id="h355-p1.15">OD</small>'s living glory round thee blazed--</l>
<l class="t" id="h355-p1.16">A Saint--a Saint was there!</l>
<pb n="285" id="h355-Page_285" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Say, who is he in deserts seen" progress="71.28%" prev="h355" next="h357" id="h356">
<hymn id="h356-p0.1">
<h3 id="h356-p0.2">CCCLVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h356-p1">PERSECUTION</p>

<verse id="h356-p1.1">
<l id="h356-p1.2">Say, who is he in deserts seen,</l>
<l class="t" id="h356-p1.3">Or at the twilight hour?</l>
<l id="h356-p1.4">Of garb austere, and dauntless mien,</l>
<l id="h356-p1.5">Measured in speech, in purpose keen,</l>
<l id="h356-p1.6">Calm as in Heaven he had been,</l>
<l class="t" id="h356-p1.7">Yet blithe when perils lower.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h356-p1.8">
<l id="h356-p1.9">My Holy Mother made reply,</l>
<l class="t" id="h356-p1.10">'Dear child, it is my Priest.</l>
<l id="h356-p1.11">The world has cast me forth, and I</l>
<l id="h356-p1.12">Dwell with wild earth and gusty sky;</l>
<l id="h356-p1.13">He bears to men my mandates high,</l>
<l class="t" id="h356-p1.14">And works my sage behest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h356-p1.15">
<l id="h356-p1.16">'Another day, dear child, and thou</l>
<l class="t" id="h356-p1.17">Shalt join his sacred band.</l>
<l id="h356-p1.18">Ah! well I deem, thou shrinkest now</l>
<l id="h356-p1.19">From urgent rule and severing vow;</l>
<l id="h356-p1.20">Gay hopes flit round, and light thy brow:</l>
<l class="t" id="h356-p1.21">Time hath a taming hand!'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="This is the Saint of gentleness and kindness" progress="71.39%" prev="h356" next="h358" id="h357">
<hymn id="h357-p0.1">
<h3 id="h357-p0.2">CCCLVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h357-p1">ST. PHILIP NERI IN HIS SCHOOL</p>

<verse id="h357-p1.1">
<l id="h357-p1.2">This is the Saint of gentleness and kindness,</l>
<l class="t" id="h357-p1.3">Cheerful in penance, and in precept winning;</l>
<l id="h357-p1.4">Patiently healing of their pride and blindness</l>
<l class="t4" id="h357-p1.5">Souls that are sinning.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h357-p1.6">
<l id="h357-p1.7">This is the Saint, who, when the world allures us,</l>
<l class="t" id="h357-p1.8">Cries her false wares, and opes her magic coffers,</l>
<l id="h357-p1.9">Points to a better city, and secures us</l>
<l class="t4" id="h357-p1.10">With richer offers.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h357-p1.11">
<l id="h357-p1.12">Love is his bond, he knows no other fetter,</l>
<l class="t" id="h357-p1.13">Asks not our all, but takes whate'er we spare him,</l>
<l id="h357-p1.14">Willing to draw us on from good to better,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h357-p1.15">As we can bear him.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h357-p1.16">
<l id="h357-p1.17">When he comes near to teach us and to bless us,</l>
<l class="t" id="h357-p1.18">Prayer is so sweet, that hours are but a minute;</l>
<l id="h357-p1.19">Mirth is so pure, though freely it possess us,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h357-p1.20">Sin is not in it.</l>
<pb n="286" id="h357-Page_286" />
</verse>

<verse id="h357-p1.21">
<l id="h357-p1.22">Thus he conducts by holy paths and pleasant,</l>
<l class="t" id="h357-p1.23">Innocent souls, and sinful souls forgiven,</l>
<l id="h357-p1.24">Towards the bright palace where our G<small id="h357-p1.25">OD</small> is present,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h357-p1.26">Throned in high heaven.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Latest born of Jesse's race" progress="71.55%" prev="h357" next="h359" id="h358">
<hymn id="h358-p0.1">
<h3 id="h358-p0.2">CCCLVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h358-p1">THE CALL OF DAVID</p>

<verse id="h358-p1.1">
<l id="h358-p1.2">Latest born of Jesse's race,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.3">Wonder lights thy bashful face,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.4">While the Prophet's gifted oil</l>
<l id="h358-p1.5">Seals thee for a path of toil.</l>
<l id="h358-p1.6">We, thy Angels, circling round thee,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.7">Ne'er shall find thee as we found thee,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.8">When thy faith first brought us near</l>
<l id="h358-p1.9">To quell the lion and the bear.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h358-p1.10">
<l id="h358-p1.11">Go! and mid thy flocks awhile</l>
<l id="h358-p1.12">At thy doom of greatness smile;</l>
<l id="h358-p1.13">Bold to bear G<small id="h358-p1.14">OD</small>'s heaviest load,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.15">Dimly guessing of the road,--</l>
<l id="h358-p1.16">Rocky road, and scarce ascended,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.17">Though thy foot be angel-tended.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h358-p1.18">
<l id="h358-p1.19">Twofold praise thou shalt attain,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.20">In royal court and battle plain;</l>
<l id="h358-p1.21">Then comes heart-ache, care, distress,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.22">Blighted hope, and loneliness;</l>
<l id="h358-p1.23">Wounds from friend and gifts from foe,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.24">Dizzied faith, and guilt, and woe;</l>
<l id="h358-p1.25">Loftiest aims by earth defiled,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.26">Gleams of wisdom sin-beguiled,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.27">Sated power's tyrannic mood,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.28">Counsels shared with men of blood;</l>
<l id="h358-p1.29">Sad success, parental tears,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.30">And a dreary gift of years.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h358-p1.31">
<l id="h358-p1.32">Strange, that guileless face and form</l>
<l id="h358-p1.33">To lavish on the scarring storm!</l>
<l id="h358-p1.34">Yet we take thee in thy blindness,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.35">And we buffet thee in kindness;</l>
<l id="h358-p1.36">Little chary of thy fame,--</l>
<l id="h358-p1.37">Dust unborn may bless or blame,--</l>
<l id="h358-p1.38">But we mould thee for the root</l>
<l id="h358-p1.39">Of man's promised healing Fruit,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.40">And we mould thee hence to rise,</l>
<l id="h358-p1.41">As our brother, to the skies.</l>
<pb n="287" id="h358-Page_287" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Two brothers freely cast their lot" progress="71.77%" prev="h358" next="h360" id="h359">
<hymn id="h359-p0.1">
<h3 id="h359-p0.2">CCCLIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h359-p1">JAMES AND JOHN</p>

<verse id="h359-p1.1">
<l id="h359-p1.2">Two brothers freely cast their lot</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.3">With David's royal Son;</l>
<l id="h359-p1.4">The cost of conquest counting not,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.5">They deem the battle won.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h359-p1.6">
<l id="h359-p1.7">Brothers in heart, they hope to gain</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.8">An undivided joy;</l>
<l id="h359-p1.9">That man may one with man remain,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.10">As boy was one with boy.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h359-p1.11">
<l id="h359-p1.12">C<small id="h359-p1.13">HRIST</small> heard; and will'd that James should fall,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.14">First prey of Satan's rage;</l>
<l id="h359-p1.15">John linger out his fellows all,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.16">And die in bloodless age.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h359-p1.17">
<l id="h359-p1.18">Now they join hands once more above,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.19">Before the Conqueror's throne;</l>
<l id="h359-p1.20">Thus G<small id="h359-p1.21">OD</small> grants prayer, but in His love</l>
<l class="t2" id="h359-p1.22">Makes times and ways His own.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The world has cycles in its course, when all" progress="71.86%" prev="h359" next="h361" id="h360">
<hymn id="h360-p0.1">
<h3 id="h360-p0.2">CCCLX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h360-p1">FAITH AGAINST SIGHT</p>

<verse id="h360-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h360-p1.2">The world has cycles in its course, when all</l>
<l class="t2" id="h360-p1.3">That once has been, is acted o'er again:--</l>
<l class="t" id="h360-p1.4">Not by some fated law, which need appal</l>
<l class="t2" id="h360-p1.5">Our faith, or binds our deeds as with a chain;</l>
<l id="h360-p1.6">But by men's separate sins, which, blended still,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h360-p1.7">The same bad round fulfil.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h360-p1.8">
<l class="t" id="h360-p1.9">Then fear ye not, though Gallio's scorn ye see,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h360-p1.10">And soft-clad nobles count you mad, true hearts!</l>
<l class="t" id="h360-p1.11">These are the fig-tree's signs;--rough deeds must be,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h360-p1.12">Trials and crimes: so learn ye well your parts.</l>
<l id="h360-p1.13">Once more to plough the earth it is decreed,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h360-p1.14">And scatter wide the seed.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The Church shone brightly in her youthful days" progress="71.96%" prev="h360" next="h362" id="h361">
<hymn id="h361-p0.1">
<h3 id="h361-p0.2">CCCLXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h361-p1">SACRILEGE</p>

<verse id="h361-p1.1">
<l id="h361-p1.2">The Church shone brightly in her youthful days</l>
<l class="t2" id="h361-p1.3">Ere the world on her smiled;</l>
<l id="h361-p1.4">So now, an outcast, she would pour her rays</l>
<l class="t2" id="h361-p1.5">Keen, free, and undefiled:</l>
<l id="h361-p1.6">Yet would I not that arm of force were mine,</l>
<l id="h361-p1.7">Which thrusts her from her awful ancient shrine.</l>
<pb n="288" id="h361-Page_288" />
</verse>

<verse id="h361-p1.8">
<l id="h361-p1.9">'Twas duty bound each convert-king to rear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h361-p1.10">His Mother from the dust,</l>
<l id="h361-p1.11">And pious was it to enrich, nor fear</l>
<l class="t2" id="h361-p1.12">C<small id="h361-p1.13">HRIST</small> for the rest to trust;</l>
<l id="h361-p1.14">And who shall dare make common or unclean</l>
<l id="h361-p1.15">What once has on the Holy Altar been?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h361-p1.16">
<l id="h361-p1.17">Dear brothers!--hence, while ye for ill prepare,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h361-p1.18">Triumph is still your own;</l>
<l id="h361-p1.19">Blest is a pilgrim Church!--yet shrink to share</l>
<l class="t2" id="h361-p1.20">The curse of throwing down.</l>
<l id="h361-p1.21">So will we toil in our old place to stand,</l>
<l id="h361-p1.22">Watching, not dreading, the despoiler's hand.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears" progress="72.09%" prev="h361" next="h363" id="h362">
<hymn id="h362-p0.1">
<h3 id="h362-p0.2">CCCLXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h362-p1">VEXATIONS</p>

<verse id="h362-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.2">Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears</l>
<l class="t2" id="h362-p1.3">Knows his own woe, and need of succouring grace;</l>
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.4">The martyr's hope half wipes away the trace</l>
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.5">Of flowing blood; the while life's humblest cares</l>
<l id="h362-p1.6">Smart more, because they hold in Holy Writ no place.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h362-p1.7">
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.8">This be my comfort, in these days of grief,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h362-p1.9">Which is not C<small id="h362-p1.10">HRIST</small>'s, nor forms heroic tale.</l>
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.11">Apart from Him, if not a sparrow fail,</l>
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.12">May not He pitying view, and send relief</l>
<l id="h362-p1.13">When foes or friends perplex, and peevish thoughts prevail?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h362-p1.14">
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.15">Then keep good heart, nor take the niggard course</l>
<l class="t2" id="h362-p1.16">Of Thomas, who must see ere he would trust.</l>
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.17">Faith will fill up G<small id="h362-p1.18">OD</small>'s word, not poorly just</l>
<l class="t" id="h362-p1.19">To the bare letter, heedless of its force,</l>
<l id="h362-p1.20">But walking by its light amid Earth's sun and dust.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart" progress="72.23%" prev="h362" next="h364" id="h363">
<hymn id="h363-p0.1">
<h3 id="h363-p0.2">CCCLXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h363-p1">AT MESSINA</p>

<verse id="h363-p1.1">
<l id="h363-p1.2">Why, wedded to the L<small id="h363-p1.3">ORD</small>, still yearns my heart</l>
<l id="h363-p1.4">Towards these scenes of ancient heathen fame?</l>
<l id="h363-p1.5">Yet legend hoar, and voice of bard that came</l>
<l id="h363-p1.6">Fixing my restless youth with its sweet art,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h363-p1.7">
<l id="h363-p1.8">And shades of power, and those who bore a part</l>
<l id="h363-p1.9">In the mad deeds that set the world in flame,</l>
<l id="h363-p1.10">So fret my memory here,--ah! is it blame?--</l>
<l id="h363-p1.11">That from my eyes the tear is fain to start.</l>
<pb n="289" id="h363-Page_289" />
</verse>

<verse id="h363-p1.12">
<l id="h363-p1.13">Nay, from no fount impure these drops arise;</l>
<l id="h363-p1.14">'Tis but that sympathy with Adam's race</l>
<l id="h363-p1.15">Which in each brother's history reads its own:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h363-p1.16">
<l id="h363-p1.17">So let the cliffs and seas of this fair place</l>
<l id="h363-p1.18">Be named man's tomb and splendid record-stone,</l>
<l id="h363-p1.19">High hope, pride-stain'd, the course without the prize.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Say, hast thou track'd a traveller's round" progress="72.35%" prev="h363" next="h365" id="h364">
<hymn id="h364-p0.1">
<h3 id="h364-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p177.2" id="h364-p0.3">CCCLXIV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h364-p1">TAORMINI</p>

<verse id="h364-p1.1">
<l id="h364-p1.2">Say, hast thou track'd a traveller's round,</l>
<l class="t" id="h364-p1.3">Nor visions met thee there,</l>
<l id="h364-p1.4">Thou couldst but marvel to have found</l>
<l class="t" id="h364-p1.5">This blighted world so fair?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h364-p1.6">
<l id="h364-p1.7">And feel an awe within thee rise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h364-p1.8">That sinful man should see</l>
<l id="h364-p1.9">Glories far worthier Seraph's eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h364-p1.10">Than to be shared by thee</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h364-p1.11">
<l id="h364-p1.12">Store them in heart! thou shalt not faint</l>
<l class="t" id="h364-p1.13">'Mid coming pains and fears,</l>
<l id="h364-p1.14">As the third heaven once nerved a Saint</l>
<l class="t" id="h364-p1.15">For fourteen trial-years.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h364-p2">See <a href="#notes-p177.2" id="h364-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When I look back upon my former race" progress="72.43%" prev="h364" next="h366" id="h365">
<hymn id="h365-p0.1">
<h3 id="h365-p0.2">CCCLXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h365-p1">THE PATH OF THE JUST</p>

<verse id="h365-p1.1">
<l id="h365-p1.2">When I look back upon my former race,</l>
<l id="h365-p1.3">Seasons I see, at which the Inward Ray</l>
<l class="t2" id="h365-p1.4">More brightly burn'd, or guided some new way;</l>
<l id="h365-p1.5">Truth, in its wealthier scene and nobler space</l>
<l id="h365-p1.6">Given for my eye to range, and feet to trace.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h365-p1.7">And next I mark, 'twas trial did convey,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h365-p1.8">Or grief, or pain, or strange eventful day,</l>
<l id="h365-p1.9">To my tormented soul such larger grace.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h365-p1.10">
<l id="h365-p1.11">So now, whene'er, in journeying on, I feel</l>
<l id="h365-p1.12">The shadow of the Providential Hand,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h365-p1.13">Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast,</l>
<l id="h365-p1.14">Searching to know what He will now reveal,</l>
<l id="h365-p1.15">What sin uncloak, what stricter rule command,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h365-p1.16">And girding me to work His full behest.</l>
<pb n="290" id="h365-Page_290" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When first God stirr'd me, and the Church's word" progress="72.54%" prev="h365" next="h367" id="h366">
<hymn id="h366-p0.1">
<h3 id="h366-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p178.3" id="h366-p0.3">CCCLXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h366-p1">THE WRATH TO COME</p>

<verse id="h366-p1.1">
<l id="h366-p1.2">When first G<small id="h366-p1.3">OD</small> stirr'd me, and the Church's word</l>
<l class="t2" id="h366-p1.4">Came as a theme of reverent search and fear,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h366-p1.5">It little cost to own the lustre clear</l>
<l id="h366-p1.6">O'er rule she taught, and rite, and doctrine, pour'd;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h366-p1.7">
<l id="h366-p1.8">For conscience craved, and reason did accord.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h366-p1.9">Yet one there was that wore a mien austere,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h366-p1.10">And I did doubt, and, troubled, ask'd to hear</l>
<l id="h366-p1.11">Whose mouth had force to edge so sharp a sword.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h366-p1.12">
<l id="h366-p1.13">My Mother oped her trust, the holy Book;</l>
<l id="h366-p1.14">And heal'd my pang. She pointed, and I found</l>
<l id="h366-p1.15">C<small id="h366-p1.16">HRIST</small> on Himself, considerate Master, took</l>
<l id="h366-p1.17">The utterance of that doctrine's fearful sound.</l>
<l id="h366-p1.18">The Fount of Love His servants sends to tell</l>
<l id="h366-p1.19">Love's deeds; Himself reveals the sinner's hell.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h366-p2">See <a href="#notes-p178.3" id="h366-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control" progress="72.66%" prev="h366" next="h368" id="h367">
<hymn id="h367-p0.1">
<h3 id="h367-p0.2">CCCLXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h367-p1">FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT</p>

<verse id="h367-p1.1">
<l id="h367-p1.2">Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control</l>
<l class="t" id="h367-p1.3">That o'er thee swell and throng;</l>
<l id="h367-p1.4">They will condense within thy soul,</l>
<l class="t" id="h367-p1.5">And change to purpose strong.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h367-p1.6">
<l id="h367-p1.7">But he who lets his feelings run</l>
<l class="t" id="h367-p1.8">In soft luxurious flow,</l>
<l id="h367-p1.9">Shrinks when hard service must be done,</l>
<l class="t" id="h367-p1.10">And faints at every woe.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h367-p1.11">
<l id="h367-p1.12">Faith's meanest deed more favour bears,</l>
<l class="t" id="h367-p1.13">Where hearts and wills are weigh'd,</l>
<l id="h367-p1.14">Than brightest transports, choicest prayers,</l>
<l class="t" id="h367-p1.15">Which bloom their hour and fade.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine" progress="72.75%" prev="h367" next="h369" id="h368">
<hymn id="h368-p0.1">
<h3 id="h368-p0.2">CCCLXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h368-p1">THE TWO WORLDS</p>

<verse id="h368-p1.1">
<l id="h368-p1.2">Unveil, O L<small id="h368-p1.3">ORD</small>, and on us shine</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.4">In glory and in grace;</l>
<l id="h368-p1.5">This gaudy world grows pale before</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.6">The beauty of Thy face.</l>
<pb n="291" id="h368-Page_291" />
</verse>

<verse id="h368-p1.7">
<l id="h368-p1.8">Till Thou art seen, it seems to be</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.9">A sort of fairy ground,</l>
<l id="h368-p1.10">Where suns unsetting light the sky,</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.11">And flowers and fruits abound.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h368-p1.12">
<l id="h368-p1.13">But when Thy keener, purer beam</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.14">Is pour'd upon our sight,</l>
<l id="h368-p1.15">It loses all its power to charm,</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.16">And what was day is night;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h368-p1.17">
<l id="h368-p1.18">Its noblest toils are then the scourge</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.19">Which made Thy blood to flow;</l>
<l id="h368-p1.20">Its joys are but the treacherous thorns</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.21">Which circled round Thy brow.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h368-p1.22">
<l id="h368-p1.23">And thus, when we renounce for Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.24">Its restless aims and fears,</l>
<l id="h368-p1.25">The tender memories of the past,</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.26">The hopes of coming years,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h368-p1.27">
<l id="h368-p1.28">Poor is our sacrifice, whose eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.29">Are lighted from above;</l>
<l id="h368-p1.30">We offer what we cannot keep,</l>
<l class="t" id="h368-p1.31">What we have ceased to love.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O comrade bold, of toil and pain" progress="72.89%" prev="h368" next="h370" id="h369">
<hymn id="h369-p0.1">
<h3 id="h369-p0.2">CCCLXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h369-p1">ZEAL AND PATIENCE</p>

<p class="subhead" id="h369-p2">S<small id="h369-p2.1">T.</small> P<small id="h369-p2.2">AUL IN</small> P<small id="h369-p2.3">RISON</small></p>

<verse id="h369-p2.4">
<l id="h369-p2.5">O comrade bold, of toil and pain!</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.6">Thy trial how severe,</l>
<l id="h369-p2.7">When sever'd first by prisoner's chain</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.8">From thy loved labour-sphere!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h369-p2.9">
<l id="h369-p2.10">Say, did impatience first impel</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.11">The heaven-sent bond to break?</l>
<l id="h369-p2.12">Or, couldst thou bear its hindrance well,</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.13">Loitering for J<small id="h369-p2.14">ESU</small>'s sake?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h369-p2.15">
<l id="h369-p2.16">O might we know! for sore we feel</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.17">The languor of delay,</l>
<l id="h369-p2.18">When sickness lets our fainter zeal,</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.19">Or foes block up our way.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h369-p2.20">
<l id="h369-p2.21">L<small id="h369-p2.22">ORD</small>! Who Thy thousand years dost wait</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.23">To work the thousandth part</l>
<l id="h369-p2.24">Of Thy vast plan, for us create</l>
<l class="t" id="h369-p2.25">With zeal, a patient heart.</l>
<pb n="292" id="h369-Page_292" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O holy Lord, who with the Children Three" progress="72.99%" prev="h369" next="h371" id="h370">
<hymn id="h370-p0.1">
<h3 id="h370-p0.2">CCCLXX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h370-p1">TEMPTATION</p>

<verse id="h370-p1.1">
<l id="h370-p1.2">O holy L<small id="h370-p1.3">ORD</small>, who with the Children Three</l>
<l class="t3" id="h370-p1.4">Didst walk the piercing flame,</l>
<l id="h370-p1.5">Help, in those trial-hours, which, save to Thee,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h370-p1.6">I dare not name;</l>
<l id="h370-p1.7">Nor let these quivering eyes and sickening heart</l>
<l id="h370-p1.8">Crumble to dust beneath the Tempter's dart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h370-p1.9">
<l id="h370-p1.10">Thou, who didst once Thy life from Mary's breast</l>
<l class="t3" id="h370-p1.11">Renew from day to day,</l>
<l id="h370-p1.12">O might her smile, severely sweet, but rest</l>
<l class="t3" id="h370-p1.13">On this frail clay!</l>
<l id="h370-p1.14">Till I am Thine with my whole soul; and fear,</l>
<l id="h370-p1.15">Not feel a secret joy, that Hell is near.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Time was, I shrank from what was right" progress="73.08%" prev="h370" next="h372" id="h371">
<hymn id="h371-p0.1">
<h3 id="h371-p0.2">CCCLXXI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h371-p1">SENSITIVENESS</p>

<verse id="h371-p1.1">
<l id="h371-p1.2">Time was, I shrank from what was right</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.3">From fear of what was wrong;</l>
<l id="h371-p1.4">I would not brave the sacred fight,</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.5">Because the foe was strong.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h371-p1.6">
<l id="h371-p1.7">But now I cast that finer sense</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.8">And sorer shame aside;</l>
<l id="h371-p1.9">Such dread of sin was indolence,</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.10">Such aim at Heaven was pride.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h371-p1.11">
<l id="h371-p1.12">So, when my Saviour calls, I rise</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.13">And calmly do my best;</l>
<l id="h371-p1.14">Leaving to Him, with silent eyes</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.15">Of hope and fear, the rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h371-p1.16">
<l id="h371-p1.17">I step, I mount where He has led;</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.18">Men count my haltings o'er;--</l>
<l id="h371-p1.19">I know them; yet, though self I dread,</l>
<l class="t" id="h371-p1.20">I love His precept more.</l>
<pb n="293" id="h371-Page_293" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Man is permitted much" progress="73.17%" prev="h371" next="h373" id="h372">
<hymn id="h372-p0.1">
<h3 id="h372-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p179.2" id="h372-p0.3">CCCLXXII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h372-p1">THE ELEMENTS</p>

<p class="subhead" id="h372-p2">A T<small id="h372-p2.1">RAGIC</small> C<small id="h372-p2.2">HORUS</small></p>

<verse id="h372-p2.3">
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.4">Man is permitted much</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.5">To scan and learn</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.6">In Nature's frame;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.7">Till he well-nigh can tame</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.8">Brute mischiefs and can touch</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.9">Invisible things, and turn</l>
<l id="h372-p2.10">All warring ills to purposes of good.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.11">Thus, as a god below,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.12">He can control,</l>
<l id="h372-p2.13">And harmonize, what seems amiss to flow</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.14">As sever'd from the whole</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.15">And dimly understood.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h372-p2.16">
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.17">But o'er the elements</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.18">One Hand alone</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.19">One Hand has sway.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.20">What influence day by day</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.21">In straiter belt prevents</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.22">The impious Ocean, thrown</l>
<l id="h372-p2.23">Alternate o'er the ever-sounding shore?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.24">Or who has eye to trace</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.25">How the Plague came?</l>
<l id="h372-p2.26">Forerun the doublings of the Tempest's race?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.27">Or the Air's weight and flame</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.28">On a set scale explore?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h372-p2.29">
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.30">Thus G<small id="h372-p2.31">OD</small> has will'd</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.32">That man, when fully skill'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.33">Still gropes in twilight dim;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.34">Encompass'd all his hours</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.35">By fearfullest powers</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.36">Inflexible to him.</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.37">That so he may discern</l>
<l class="t4" id="h372-p2.38">His feebleness,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.39">And e'en for earth's success</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.40">To Him in wisdom turn,</l>
<l id="h372-p2.41">Who holds for us the keys of either home,--</l>
<l class="t2" id="h372-p2.42">Earth and the world to come.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h372-p3">See <a href="#notes-p179.2" id="h372-p3.1">Note</a></p>
<pb n="294" id="h372-Page_294" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Lord, how wonderful in depth and height" progress="73.35%" prev="h372" next="h374" id="h373">
<hymn id="h373-p0.1">
<h3 id="h373-p0.2">CCCLXXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h373-p1">THE GUARDIAN ANGEL</p>

<verse id="h373-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.2">O L<small id="h373-p1.3">ORD</small>, how wonderful in depth and height,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h373-p1.4">But most in man, how wonderful Thou art!</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.5">With what a love, what soft persuasive might</l>
<l class="t2" id="h373-p1.6">Victorious o'er the stubborn fleshly heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.7">Thy tale complete of saints Thou dost provide,</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.8">To fill the throne which Angels lost through pride!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h373-p1.9">
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.10">O man, strange composite of heaven and earth!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h373-p1.11">Majesty dwarf'd to baseness! fragrant flower</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.12">Running to poisonous seed! and seeming worth</l>
<l class="t2" id="h373-p1.13">Cloking corruption! weakness mastering power!</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.14">Who never art so near to crime and shame,</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.15">As when thou hast achieved some deed of name;--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h373-p1.16">
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.17">How should ethereal natures comprehend</l>
<l class="t2" id="h373-p1.18">A thing made up of spirit and of clay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.19">Were we not task'd to nurse it and to tend,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h373-p1.20">Link'd one to one throughout its mortal day?</l>
<l class="t" id="h373-p1.21">More than the Seraph in his height of place,</l>
<l id="h373-p1.22">The Angel-guardian knows and loves the ransom'd race.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear" progress="73.50%" prev="h373" next="h375" id="h374">
<hymn id="h374-p0.1">
<h3 id="h374-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p180.2" id="h374-p0.3">CCCLXXIV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h374-p1">CONSOLATIONS IN BEREAVEMENT</p>

<verse id="h374-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.2">Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.3">And startling in his speed;--</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.4">Brief pain, then languor till thy end came near--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.5">Such was the path decreed,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.6">The hurried road</l>
<l id="h374-p1.7">To lead thy soul from earth to thine own G<small id="h374-p1.8">OD</small>'s abode.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h374-p1.9">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.10">Death wrought with thee, sweet maid, impatiently:--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.11">Yet merciful the haste</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.12">That baffles sickness;--dearest, thou didst die,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.13">Thou wast not made to taste</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.14">Death's bitterness,</l>
<l id="h374-p1.15">Decline's slow-wasting charm, or fever's fierce distress.</l>
<pb n="295" id="h374-Page_295" />
</verse>

<verse id="h374-p1.16">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.17">Death came unheralded:--but it was well;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.18">For so thy Saviour bore</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.19">Kind witness, thou wast meet at once to dwell</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.20">On His eternal shore;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.21">All warning spared,</l>
<l id="h374-p1.22">For none He gives where hearts are for prompt change prepared.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h374-p1.23">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.24">Death wrought in mystery; both complaint and cure</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.25">To human skill unknown:--</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.26">G<small id="h374-p1.27">OD</small> put aside all means, to make us sure</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.28">It was His deed alone;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.29">Lest we should lay</l>
<l id="h374-p1.30">Reproach on our poor selves, that thou wast caught away.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h374-p1.31">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.32">Death urged as scant of time:--lest, Sister dear,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.33">We many a lingering day</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.34">Had sicken'd with alternate hope and fear,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.35">The ague of delay;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.36">Watching each spark</l>
<l id="h374-p1.37">Of promise quench'd in turn, till all our sky was dark.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h374-p1.38">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.39">Death came and went:--that so thy image might</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.40">Our yearning hearts possess,</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.41">Associate with all pleasant thoughts and bright,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.42">With youth and loveliness;</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.43">Sorrow can claim,</l>
<l id="h374-p1.44">Mary, nor lot nor part in thy soft soothing name.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h374-p1.45">
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.46">Joy of sad hearts, and light of downcast eyes!</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.47">Dearest, thou art enshrined</l>
<l class="t" id="h374-p1.48">In all thy fragrance in our memories;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h374-p1.49">For we must ever find</l>
<l class="t5" id="h374-p1.50">Bare thought of thee</l>
<l id="h374-p1.51">Freshen this weary life, while weary life shall be.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h374-p2">See <a href="#notes-p180.2" id="h374-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Weep not for me" progress="73.79%" prev="h374" next="h376" id="h375">
<hymn id="h375-p0.1">
<h3 id="h375-p0.2">CCCLXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h375-p1">A VOICE FROM AFAR</p>

<verse id="h375-p1.1">
<l class="t4" id="h375-p1.2">Weep not for me;--</l>
<l id="h375-p1.3">Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom</l>
<l id="h375-p1.4">The stream of love that circles home,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h375-p1.5">Light hearts and free!</l>
<l id="h375-p1.6">Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h375-p1.7">Nor miss my face, dear friends!</l>
<pb n="296" id="h375-Page_296" />
</verse>

<verse id="h375-p1.8">
<l class="t4" id="h375-p1.9">I still am near;--</l>
<l id="h375-p1.10">Watching the smiles I prized on earth,</l>
<l id="h375-p1.11">Your converse mild, your blameless mirth;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h375-p1.12">Now too I hear</l>
<l id="h375-p1.13">Of whisper'd sounds the tale complete,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h375-p1.14">Low prayers, and musings sweet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h375-p1.15">
<l class="t4" id="h375-p1.16">A sea before</l>
<l id="h375-p1.17">The Throne is spread;--its pure still glass</l>
<l id="h375-p1.18">Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass.</l>
<l class="t4" id="h375-p1.19">We, on its shore,</l>
<l id="h375-p1.20">Share, in the bosom of our rest,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h375-p1.21">G<small id="h375-p1.22">OD</small>'s knowledge, and are blest.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The number of Thine own complete" progress="73.89%" prev="h375" next="h377" id="h376">
<hymn id="h376-p0.1">
<h3 id="h376-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p182.4" id="h376-p0.3">CCCLXXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h376-p1">A MARTYR-CONVERT</p>

<verse id="h376-p1.1">
<l id="h376-p1.2">The number of Thine own complete,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.3">Sum up and make an end;</l>
<l id="h376-p1.4">Sift clean the chaff, and house the wheat;</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.5">And then, O L<small id="h376-p1.6">ORD</small>, descend.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.7">
<l id="h376-p1.8">Descend, and solve by that descent</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.9">This mystery of life;</l>
<l id="h376-p1.10">Where good and ill, together blent,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.11">Wage an undying strife.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.12">
<l id="h376-p1.13">For rivers twain are gushing still,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.14">And pour a mingled flood;</l>
<l id="h376-p1.15">Good in the very depths of ill,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.16">Ill in the heart of good.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.17">
<l id="h376-p1.18">The last are first, the first are last,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.19">As angel eyes behold;</l>
<l id="h376-p1.20">These from the sheep-cote sternly cast,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.21">Those welcomed to the fold.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.22">
<l id="h376-p1.23">No Christian home, no pastor's eye,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.24">No preacher's vocal zeal,</l>
<l id="h376-p1.25">Moved Thy dear Martyr to defy</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.26">The prison and the wheel.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.27">
<l id="h376-p1.28">Forth from the heathen ranks she stept,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.29">The forfeit crown to claim</l>
<l id="h376-p1.30">Of Christian souls who had not kept</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.31">Their birthright and their name.</l>
<pb n="297" id="h376-Page_297" />
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.32">
<l id="h376-p1.33">Grace form'd her out of sinful dust;</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.34">She knelt a soul defiled,</l>
<l id="h376-p1.35">She rose in all the faith, and trust,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.36">And sweetness of a child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.37">
<l id="h376-p1.38">And in the freshness of that love</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.39">She preach'd, by word and deed,</l>
<l id="h376-p1.40">The mysteries of the world above,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.41">Her new-found, glorious creed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h376-p1.42">
<l id="h376-p1.43">And running, in a little hour,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.44">Of life the course complete,</l>
<l id="h376-p1.45">She reach'd the Throne of endless power,</l>
<l class="t" id="h376-p1.46">And sits at J<small id="h376-p1.47">ESU</small>'s feet.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command" progress="74.11%" prev="h376" next="h378" id="h377">
<hymn id="h377-p0.1">
<h3 id="h377-p0.2">CCCLXXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h377-p1">HORA NOVISSIMA</p>

<verse id="h377-p1.1">
<l id="h377-p1.2">Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command,</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.3">And my last hour is nigh,</l>
<l id="h377-p1.4">L<small id="h377-p1.5">ORD</small>, grant me in a Christian land,</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.6">As I was born, to die.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h377-p1.7">
<l id="h377-p1.8">I pray not, L<small id="h377-p1.9">ORD</small>, that friends may be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.10">Or kindred, standing by,--</l>
<l id="h377-p1.11">Choice blessing! which I leave to Thee</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.12">To grant me or deny.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h377-p1.13">
<l id="h377-p1.14">But let my failing limbs beneath</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.15">My Mother's smile recline;</l>
<l id="h377-p1.16">And prayers sustain my labouring breath</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.17">From out her sacred shrine,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h377-p1.18">
<l id="h377-p1.19">And let the Cross beside my bed</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.20">In its due emblems rest;</l>
<l id="h377-p1.21">And let the absolving words be said,</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.22">To ease a laden breast.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h377-p1.23">
<l id="h377-p1.24">Thou, L<small id="h377-p1.25">ORD</small>, where'er we lie, canst aid;</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.26">But He, who taught His own</l>
<l id="h377-p1.27">To live as one, will not upbraid</l>
<l class="t" id="h377-p1.28">The dread to die alone.</l>
<pb n="298" id="h377-Page_298" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Take me away, and in the lowest deep" progress="74.22%" prev="h377" next="h379" id="h378">
<hymn id="h378-p0.1">
<h3 id="h378-p0.2">CCCLXXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h378-p1">A SOUL'S CRY</p>

<verse id="h378-p1.1">
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.2">Take me away, and in the lowest deep</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.3">There let me be,</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.4">And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.5">Told out for me.</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.6">There, motionless and happy in my pain,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.7">Lone, not forlorn,--</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.8">There will I sing my sad perpetual strain,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.9">Until the morn.</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.10">There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast,</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.11">Which ne'er can cease</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.12">To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.13">Of its Sole Peace.</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.14">There will I sing my absent L<small id="h378-p1.15">ORD</small> and Love:--</l>
<l class="t5" id="h378-p1.16">Take me away,</l>
<l class="t" id="h378-p1.17">That sooner I may rise, and go above,</l>
<l id="h378-p1.18">And see Him in the truth of everlasting day.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Praise to the Holiest in the height" progress="74.32%" prev="h378" next="h380" id="h379">
<hymn id="h379-p0.1">
<h3 id="h379-p0.2">CCCLXXIX</h3>

<verse id="h379-p0.3">
<l id="h379-p0.4">Praise to the Holiest in the height,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.5">And in the depth be praise:</l>
<l id="h379-p0.6">In all His words most wonderful;</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.7">Most sure in all His ways!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.8">
<l id="h379-p0.9">Woe to thee, man! for he was found</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.10">A recreant in the fight;</l>
<l id="h379-p0.11">And lost his heritage of heaven,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.12">And fellowship with light.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.13">
<l id="h379-p0.14">Above him now the angry sky,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.15">Around the tempest's din;</l>
<l id="h379-p0.16">Who once had Angels for his friends,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.17">Had but the brutes for kin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.18">
<l id="h379-p0.19">O man! a savage kindred they;</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.20">To flee that monster brood</l>
<l id="h379-p0.21">He scaled the seaside cave, and clomb</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.22">The giants of the wood.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.23">
<l id="h379-p0.24">With now a fear, and now a hope,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.25">With aids which chance supplied,</l>
<l id="h379-p0.26">From youth to eld, from sire to son,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.27">He lived, and toil'd, and died.</l>
<pb n="299" id="h379-Page_299" />
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.28">
<l id="h379-p0.29">He dreed his penance age by age;</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.30">And step by step began</l>
<l id="h379-p0.31">Slowly to doff his savage garb,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.32">And be again a man.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.33">
<l id="h379-p0.34">And quicken'd by the Almighty's breath</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.35">And chasten'd by His rod,</l>
<l id="h379-p0.36">And taught by angel-visitings,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.37">At length he sought his G<small id="h379-p0.38">OD</small>;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.39">
<l id="h379-p0.40">And learn'd to call upon His Name,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.41">And in His faith create</l>
<l id="h379-p0.42">A household and a father-land,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.43">A city and a state.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h379-p0.44">
<l id="h379-p0.45">Glory to Him who from the mire,</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.46">In patient length of days,</l>
<l id="h379-p0.47">Elaborated into life</l>
<l class="t" id="h379-p0.48">A people to His praise!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Praise to the Holiest in the height" progress="74.52%" prev="h379" next="h381" id="h380">
<hymn id="h380-p0.1">
<h3 id="h380-p0.2">CCCLXXX</h3>

<verse id="h380-p0.3">
<l id="h380-p0.4">Praise to the Holiest in the height,</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.5">And in the depth be praise:</l>
<l id="h380-p0.6">In all His words most wonderful;</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.7">Most sure in all His ways!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h380-p0.8">
<l id="h380-p0.9">O loving wisdom of our G<small id="h380-p0.10">OD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.11">When all was sin and shame,</l>
<l id="h380-p0.12">A second Adam to the fight</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.13">And to the rescue came.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h380-p0.14">
<l id="h380-p0.15">O wisest love! that flesh and blood</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.16">Which did in Adam fail,</l>
<l id="h380-p0.17">Should strive afresh against their foe,</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.18">Should strive and should prevail;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h380-p0.19">
<l id="h380-p0.20">And that a higher gift than grace</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.21">Should flesh and blood refine,</l>
<l id="h380-p0.22">G<small id="h380-p0.23">OD</small>'s Presence and His very Self,</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.24">And Essence all-divine.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h380-p0.25">
<l id="h380-p0.26">O generous love! that He who smote</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.27">In man for man the foe,</l>
<l id="h380-p0.28">The double agony in man</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.29">For man should undergo;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h380-p0.30">
<l id="h380-p0.31">And in the garden secretly,</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.32">And on the cross on high,</l>
<l id="h380-p0.33">Should teach His brethren and inspire</l>
<l class="t" id="h380-p0.34">To suffer and to die.</l>
<pb n="300" id="h380-Page_300" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I rise and raise my claspéd hands to Thee" progress="74.65%" prev="h380" next="h382" id="h381">
<hymn id="h381-p0.1">
<h3 id="h381-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p183.2" id="h381-p0.3">CCCLXXXI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h381-p1">A MORNING PRAYER</p>

<verse id="h381-p1.1">
<l id="h381-p1.2">I rise and raise my claspéd hands to Thee!</l>
<l id="h381-p1.3">Henceforth, the darkness hath no part in me,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h381-p1.4">Thy sacrifice this day;</l>
<l id="h381-p1.5">Abiding firm, and with a freeman's might</l>
<l id="h381-p1.6">Stemming the waves of passion in the fight;--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h381-p1.7">Ah, should I from Thee stray,</l>
<l id="h381-p1.8">My hoary head, Thy table where I bow,</l>
<l id="h381-p1.9">Will be my shame, which are mine honour now.</l>
<l id="h381-p1.10">Thus I set out;--L<small id="h381-p1.11">ORD</small>! lead me on my way!</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h381-p2">See <a href="#notes-p183.2" id="h381-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O holiest Truth! how have I lied to Thee" progress="74.72%" prev="h381" next="h383" id="h382">
<hymn id="h382-p0.1">
<h3 id="h382-p0.2">CCCLXXXII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h382-p1">AN EVENING CONFESSION</p>

<verse id="h382-p1.1">
<l id="h382-p1.2">O holiest Truth! how have I lied to Thee!</l>
<l id="h382-p1.3">I vow'd this day Thy sacrifice to be;</l>
<l class="t3" id="h382-p1.4">But I am dim ere night.</l>
<l id="h382-p1.5">Surely I made my prayer, and I did deem</l>
<l id="h382-p1.6">That I could keep in me Thy morning beam,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h382-p1.7">Immaculate and bright.</l>
<l id="h382-p1.8">But my foot slipp'd; and, as I lay, he came,</l>
<l id="h382-p1.9">My gloomy foe, and robb'd me of heaven's flame.</l>
<l id="h382-p1.10">Help Thou my darkness, L<small id="h382-p1.11">ORD</small>, till I am light.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom" progress="74.79%" prev="h382" next="h384" id="h383">
<hymn id="h383-p0.1">
<h3 id="h383-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p184.3" id="h383-p0.3">CCCLXXXIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h383-p1">THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD</p>

<verse id="h383-p1.1">
<l id="h383-p1.2">Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h383-p1.3">Lead Thou me on!</l>
<l id="h383-p1.4">The night is dark, and I am far from home--</l>
<l class="t4" id="h383-p1.5">Lead Thou me on!</l>
<l id="h383-p1.6">Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see</l>
<l id="h383-p1.7">The distant scene,--one step enough for me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h383-p1.8">
<l id="h383-p1.9">I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou</l>
<l class="t4" id="h383-p1.10">Shouldst lead me on.</l>
<l id="h383-p1.11">I loved to choose and see my path; but now</l>
<l class="t4" id="h383-p1.12">Lead Thou me on!</l>
<l id="h383-p1.13">I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,</l>
<l id="h383-p1.14">Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.</l>
<pb n="301" id="h383-Page_301" />
</verse>

<verse id="h383-p1.15">
<l id="h383-p1.16">So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still</l>
<l class="t4" id="h383-p1.17">Will lead me on,</l>
<l id="h383-p1.18">O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till</l>
<l class="t4" id="h383-p1.19">The night is gone;</l>
<l id="h383-p1.20">And with the morn those angel faces smile</l>
<l id="h383-p1.21">Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="We look around, the murky sky is still" progress="74.92%" prev="h383" next="h385" id="h384">
<hymn id="h384-p0.1">
<h3 id="h384-p0.2">CCCLXXXIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h384-p1">FOR TIRED WORKERS</p>

<verse id="h384-p1.1">
<l id="h384-p1.2">We look around, the murky sky is still;</l>
<l id="h384-p1.3">No answering sunbeam pierces. Clouds lie curl'd</l>
<l id="h384-p1.4">Upon the dull horizon. Dark is His will</l>
<l id="h384-p1.5">Who yet hath made us, and His ensigns furl'd.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h384-p1.6">
<l id="h384-p1.7">Ah, if His speaking thunders were but hurl'd</l>
<l id="h384-p1.8">Adown the sullen silence! but we stand,</l>
<l id="h384-p1.9">Holding our puny thread with faithless hand</l>
<l id="h384-p1.10">Pull'd from the grand disorder of the world.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h384-p1.11">
<l id="h384-p1.12">What use, what use to hold so small a thing,</l>
<l id="h384-p1.13">Loosed from the tangled web of giant wrong?</l>
<l id="h384-p1.14">Let purpose perish and dear hope take wing!</l>
<l id="h384-p1.15">So cry we. But the angels say, 'Be strong!</l>
<l id="h384-p1.16">None other threads than these go weave the hem</l>
<l id="h384-p1.17">Of G<small id="h384-p1.18">OD</small>'s own garment; so He treasures them!'</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h384-p2">C. C. Fraser-Tytler</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Why they have never known the way before" progress="75.04%" prev="h384" next="h386" id="h385">
<hymn id="h385-p0.1">
<h3 id="h385-p0.2">CCCLXXXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h385-p1">AN INTERCESSION</p>

<verse id="h385-p1.1">
<l id="h385-p1.2">Why they have never known the way before--</l>
<l id="h385-p1.3">Why hundreds stand outside Thy mercy's door--</l>
<l id="h385-p1.4">I know not: but I ask, dear L<small id="h385-p1.5">ORD</small>, that Thou</l>
<l class="t3" id="h385-p1.6">Wouldst lead them now!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h385-p1.7">
<l id="h385-p1.8">Why in the hard and thorny way they press</l>
<l id="h385-p1.9">Unloved, uncomforted, with none to bless,</l>
<l id="h385-p1.10">In living death, I know not: but spare Thou,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h385-p1.11">And lead them now!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h385-p1.12">
<l id="h385-p1.13">Saviour, be pitiful: their hell is here;</l>
<l id="h385-p1.14">Dull parchéd sorrow that can shed no tear</l>
<l id="h385-p1.15">Is theirs. They need indeed no further loss,--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h385-p1.16">They bear their cross!</l>
<pb n="302" id="h385-Page_302" />
</verse>

<verse id="h385-p1.17">
<l id="h385-p1.18">Eternal death to live away from Thee,</l>
<l id="h385-p1.19">Eternal loss apart from Thee to be:</l>
<l id="h385-p1.20">Eternal gain to have in Thee some part--</l>
<l class="t3" id="h385-p1.21">To know Thou art!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h385-p1.22">
<l id="h385-p1.23">Dawn for us here, thou bright undying day;</l>
<l id="h385-p1.24">So in no dark and sudden-ending way</l>
<l id="h385-p1.25">Life's timorous steps shall falter, but straight on</l>
<l class="t3" id="h385-p1.26">Where C<small id="h385-p1.27">HRIST</small> is gone:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h385-p1.28">
<l id="h385-p1.29">To wake and know the new life throbbing, find</l>
<l id="h385-p1.30">Doubt and disquietude are left behind,</l>
<l id="h385-p1.31">Eyes open'd, ears attuned to heavenly sound,</l>
<l class="t3" id="h385-p1.32">Is Heaven found.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="In some lone walk through sunburnt fields" progress="75.20%" prev="h385" next="h387" id="h386">
<hymn id="h386-p0.1">
<h3 id="h386-p0.2">CCCLXXXVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h386-p1">CROSSING THE RIVER</p>

<verse id="h386-p1.1">
<l id="h386-p1.2">In some lone walk through sunburnt fields,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.3">By sandy path and dusty road,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.4">Hast thou not cast thine eyes abroad,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.5">Seen afar off a water'd scene,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.6">A grove of deep and tender green,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.7">And found a river flows between?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h386-p1.8">
<l id="h386-p1.9">There is a stream whose waves divide</l>
<l id="h386-p1.10">Life from the shady shores beyond;</l>
<l id="h386-p1.11">And we on this sad side are found,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.12">Toiling on sandy flats, I ween,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.13">Sighs our one moisture, tears our sheen,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.14">While the still river flows between.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h386-p1.15">
<l id="h386-p1.16">And yet, when our belovéd rise</l>
<l id="h386-p1.17">To gird them for the ford, and pass</l>
<l id="h386-p1.18">From wilderness to springing grass,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.19">From barren waste to living green,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.20">We weep that they no more are seen,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.21">And that the river flows between.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h386-p1.22">
<l id="h386-p1.23">Ah, could we follow where they go</l>
<l id="h386-p1.24">And pierce the holy shade they find,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.25">One grief were ours--to stay behind!</l>
<l id="h386-p1.26">One hope--to join the Blest Unseen,--</l>
<l id="h386-p1.27">To plant our steps where theirs have been,</l>
<l id="h386-p1.28">And find no river flows between!</l>
<pb n="303" id="h386-Page_303" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The night is come, and all the world is still" progress="75.37%" prev="h386" next="h388" id="h387">
<hymn id="h387-p0.1">
<h3 id="h387-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p185.2" id="h387-p0.3">CCCLXXXVII</a></h3>

<verse id="h387-p0.4">
<l id="h387-p0.5">The night is come, and all the world is still.</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.6">Men say it is a time for sleep and dreams;</l>
<l id="h387-p0.7">But now she throws no pall upon the space</l>
<l id="h387-p0.8">That spreads above me, like the God-like face</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.9">Of Him Who looms behind it all. Meseems</l>
<l id="h387-p0.10">This is the hour for man to bend the knee</l>
<l id="h387-p0.11">Of the full soul to the Divinity.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h387-p0.12">
<l id="h387-p0.13">Above, below, on every side there hang</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.14">These circling orbs. And out of keenest sight</l>
<l id="h387-p0.15">A myriad more pursue their pathless way</l>
<l id="h387-p0.16">Unerring, through the awful space, where day</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.17">Is not, but an unending fearful night</l>
<l id="h387-p0.18">Shrouds the immensity. My G<small id="h387-p0.19">OD</small>! the soul</l>
<l id="h387-p0.20">Of man should faint could he but see the whole!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h387-p0.21">
<l id="h387-p0.22">Sublimest silence. Yet 'tis broke, for near</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.23">Some sparrow stirs the ivy on the wall,</l>
<l id="h387-p0.24">Calling me back to take account of this</l>
<l id="h387-p0.25">We little folk call 'life': to ask if bliss</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.26">For us or sparrow be not all too small</l>
<l id="h387-p0.27">For Him to take account of, where He stands</l>
<l id="h387-p0.28">Holding the boundless heavens in His hands?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h387-p0.29">
<l id="h387-p0.30">Only, for Thee is neither great nor small!</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.31">'Tis human weakness but to count Thee so</l>
<l id="h387-p0.32">As I, poor mortal, find myself: the slave</l>
<l id="h387-p0.33">Of Time, himself but hastening to the grave.</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.34">And Thou canst teach the tender blade to grow</l>
<l id="h387-p0.35">On this small world,--and with an equal might</l>
<l id="h387-p0.36">Guide the low sweeping of the swallow's flight,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h387-p0.37">
<l id="h387-p0.38">Or hurl new systems from Thee. Thou art great,</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.39">But smallness is a word of human ken!</l>
<l id="h387-p0.40">Trembling, my soul remembers this, and dares</l>
<l id="h387-p0.41">To breathe into the universe its prayers.</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.42">For Thou art in the night, Thou Sun! and when</l>
<l id="h387-p0.43">We dwell in darkness of the mind, 'tis we</l>
<l id="h387-p0.44">That turn our faces from Thy radiancy.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h387-p0.45">
<l id="h387-p0.46">Seeing Thee there, I cannot lose the way</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.47">Even in trackless places, where the soul</l>
<l id="h387-p0.48">Shivers to feel itself imprison'd here</l>
<l id="h387-p0.49">In the least part of some least rolling sphere.</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.50">Whither we rush<note n="218" id="h387-p0.51">See <a href="#notes-p185.2" id="h387-p0.52">Note</a></note>, we know not; but the goal</l>
<l id="h387-p0.53">To Thee is known. Hold Thou me up, as Thou</l>
<l id="h387-p0.54">Holdest the universe above me now!</l>
<pb n="304" id="h387-Page_304" />
</verse>

<verse id="h387-p0.55">
<l id="h387-p0.56">Yet nearer. Come Thou nearer than to them!</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.57">Blindly they follow Thy behest, but I</l>
<l id="h387-p0.58">Yearn for Thee strongly through my fleshly frame.</l>
<l id="h387-p0.59">And so, encompass'd with our flesh, He came,</l>
<l class="t" id="h387-p0.60">Thy Son, Thyself--to make less far and high</l>
<l id="h387-p0.61">The distant Godhead. Now Thy heavens declare</l>
<l id="h387-p0.62">No far Creator, but a Father there!</l>
</verse>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, I have wrestled through the livelong night" progress="75.74%" prev="h387" next="h389" id="h388">
<hymn id="h388-p0.1">
<h3 id="h388-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p186.3" id="h388-p0.3">CCCLXXXVIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h388-p0.4">
<l id="h388-p0.5">L<small id="h388-p0.6">ORD</small>, I have wrestled through the livelong night;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h388-p0.7">Do not depart,</l>
<l id="h388-p0.8">Nor leave me thus in sad and weary plight,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h388-p0.9">Broken in heart;</l>
<l id="h388-p0.10">Where shall I turn, if Thou shouldst go away,</l>
<l id="h388-p0.11">And leave me here in this cold world to stay?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h388-p0.12">
<l id="h388-p0.13">I have no other help, no food, no light,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h388-p0.14">No hand to guide;</l>
<l id="h388-p0.15">The night is dark, my Home is not in sight,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h388-p0.16">The path untried;</l>
<l id="h388-p0.17">I dare not venture in the dark alone,--</l>
<l id="h388-p0.18">I cannot find my way, if Thou be gone.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h388-p0.19">
<l id="h388-p0.20">I cannot yet discern Thee as Thou art;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h388-p0.21">More let me see;</l>
<l id="h388-p0.22">I cannot bear the thought that I must part</l>
<l class="t4" id="h388-p0.23">Away from Thee:</l>
<l id="h388-p0.24">I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless;</l>
<l id="h388-p0.25">Oh! help me, L<small id="h388-p0.26">ORD</small>, in all my helplessness!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h388-p1">J. Sharp</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Lord, when I lift mine eyes to Thee" progress="75.86%" prev="h388" next="h390" id="h389">
<hymn id="h389-p0.1">
<h3 id="h389-p0.2">CCCLXXXIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h389-p1">THE PASSION</p>

<verse id="h389-p1.1">
<l id="h389-p1.2">L<small id="h389-p1.3">ORD</small>, when I lift mine eyes to Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.4">And see Thy bitter woe,</l>
<l id="h389-p1.5">I ask, why should the Holy One</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.6">Such sorrows undergo?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h389-p1.7">
<l id="h389-p1.8">L<small id="h389-p1.9">ORD</small>, who are they that thus inflict</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.10">Those oft-repeated blows</l>
<l id="h389-p1.11">Upon Thy virgin Form, that still</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.12">No human sin-stain knows?</l>
<pb n="305" id="h389-Page_305" />
</verse>

<verse id="h389-p1.13">
<l id="h389-p1.14">Who are the foes that drag Thee on</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.15">To undeservéd woe,--</l>
<l id="h389-p1.16">That will not, or for shame, or fear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.17">One vengeance-stroke forego?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h389-p1.18">
<l id="h389-p1.19">The first of all, Thy boundless Love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.20">That could not rest within</l>
<l id="h389-p1.21">While man remain'd apart from G<small id="h389-p1.22">OD</small>;--</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.23">The next, my own deep sin.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h389-p1.24">
<l id="h389-p1.25">These two, dear L<small id="h389-p1.26">ORD</small>, have drawn Thee on</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.27">Through all Thou didst endure;</l>
<l id="h389-p1.28">Let not Thy Love be spent in vain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.29">The curse of sin to cure.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h389-p1.30">
<l id="h389-p1.31">Oh! never let me wound again</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.32">The Love that set me free;</l>
<l id="h389-p1.33">Nor ever crucify afresh</l>
<l class="t" id="h389-p1.34">The G<small id="h389-p1.35">OD</small> Who died for me!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What is it that amid some earthly home" progress="76.00%" prev="h389" next="h391" id="h390">
<hymn id="h390-p0.1">
<h3 id="h390-p0.2">CCCXC</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h390-p1">LIGHT IN THE WOOD</p>

<verse id="h390-p1.1">
<l id="h390-p1.2">What is it that amid some earthly home,</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.3">Where all have equal nurture, and the care</l>
<l id="h390-p1.4">Of loving hearts forbids all harm to come</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.5">Within the limits of its sacred lair,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.6">Makes difference in those who dwell therein;--</l>
<l id="h390-p1.7">Some unrefined by grace, while others brightness win?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h390-p1.8">
<l id="h390-p1.9">All seem alike within the sacred bound,</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.10">And freely blend throughout the livelong day;</l>
<l id="h390-p1.11">But ever and anon some traits are found</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.12">In one or other, which define the way</l>
<l id="h390-p1.13">Of closer walk with G<small id="h390-p1.14">OD</small> well sought and found,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.15">While others linger more on lower earthly ground.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h390-p1.16">
<l id="h390-p1.17">As 'mid the thickness of some leafy wood,</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.18">The sunbeams find a passage here and there,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.19">And light some spot which erst in shadow stood,</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.20">Making each leaflet look more bright and fair,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.21">While other patches, that lie round it, miss</l>
<l id="h390-p1.22">The ray of radiant Light that fills itself with bliss,--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h390-p1.23">
<l id="h390-p1.24">So is it in the tangled wood of life:</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.25">Some souls there are that keep the open way,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.26">Free from the boughs of earthly hindrance, rife</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.27">For every advent of the Heavenly ray;--</l>
<l id="h390-p1.28">Ready to catch it as in love it comes</l>
<l id="h390-p1.29">To seek the loving souls that are its willing homes.</l>
<pb n="306" id="h390-Page_306" />
</verse>

<verse id="h390-p1.30">
<l id="h390-p1.31">And as it shines it points them out to view</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.32">As diverse from the rest, then flits away,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.33">And leaves them each their duties to pursue,</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.34">Like other men, in common light of day;--</l>
<l id="h390-p1.35">Lest they should think themselves so much G<small id="h390-p1.36">OD</small>'s choice</l>
<l id="h390-p1.37">That they have only need to linger and rejoice.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h390-p1.38">
<l id="h390-p1.39">--Force not thy upward growth, but first of all</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.40">Deepen thy roots, then may'st thou well sustain</l>
<l id="h390-p1.41">The rays of sunlight that upon thee fall,</l>
<l class="t" id="h390-p1.42">And, without withering, all thy strength retain.</l>
<l id="h390-p1.43">Plants that have little else but leaf and flower,</l>
<l id="h390-p1.44">However bright their hue, live but their little hour.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The flash of youthful light is past and gone" progress="76.30%" prev="h390" next="h392" id="h391">
<hymn id="h391-p0.1">
<h3 id="h391-p0.2">CCCXCI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h391-p1">YOUTH'S BRIGHTNESS GONE</p>

<verse id="h391-p1.1">
<l id="h391-p1.2">The flash of youthful light is past and gone;</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.3">Not as of yore</l>
<l id="h391-p1.4">Earth's joys abound; but I am left alone</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.5">Still more and more,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.6">As one by one the little sparks go out</l>
<l id="h391-p1.7">From this world's stubble, that lies round about.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h391-p1.8">
<l id="h391-p1.9">One hope remains, and that, as others fade,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.10">Grows brighter still</l>
<l id="h391-p1.11">As shadows lengthen o'er this earthly glade,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.12">And up the hill</l>
<l id="h391-p1.13">We higher mount towards the final Home,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.14">To which in G<small id="h391-p1.15">OD</small>'s good time we hope to come.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h391-p1.16">
<l id="h391-p1.17">And even here, where darkness gathers round,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.18">All is not dark,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.19">There is, 'midst all, one spot of holy ground</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.20">Which bears Heaven's mark--</l>
<l id="h391-p1.21">The Place which G<small id="h391-p1.22">OD</small> has chosen for His own,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.23">That He may come and make His Presence known.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h391-p1.24">
<l id="h391-p1.25">To that I cling the more as eventide</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.26">Creeps on and on,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.27">Scattering its sable shadows far and wide,</l>
<l class="t4" id="h391-p1.28">And, one by one,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.29">Bidding the weary lay them down to rest,</l>
<l id="h391-p1.30">In trust and love upon their F<small id="h391-p1.31">ATHER</small>'s Breast.</l>
<pb n="307" id="h391-Page_307" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart" progress="76.46%" prev="h391" next="h393" id="h392">
<hymn id="h392-p0.1">
<h3 id="h392-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p201.3" id="h392-p0.3">CCCXCII</a></h3>

<verse id="h392-p0.4">
<l id="h392-p0.5">Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.6">Star of the coming day!</l>
<l id="h392-p0.7">Arise, and with Thy morning beams</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.8">Chase all our griefs away!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h392-p0.9">
<l id="h392-p0.10">Come, blesséd Lord! let every shore</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.11">And answering island sing</l>
<l id="h392-p0.12">The praises of Thy royal name,</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.13">And own Thee as their King.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h392-p0.14">
<l id="h392-p0.15">Bid the whole earth, responsive now</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.16">To the bright world above,</l>
<l id="h392-p0.17">Break forth in sweetest strains of joy</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.18">In memory of Thy love.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h392-p0.19">
<l id="h392-p0.20">J<small id="h392-p0.21">ESUS</small>! Thy fair creation groans,</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.22">The air, the earth, the sea,</l>
<l id="h392-p0.23">In unison with all our hearts,</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.24">And calls aloud for Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h392-p0.25">
<l id="h392-p0.26">Thine was the Cross, with all its fruits</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.27">Of grace and peace divine:</l>
<l id="h392-p0.28">Be Thine the Crown of glory now,</l>
<l class="t" id="h392-p0.29">The palm of Victory, Thine!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h392-p1">E. Denny</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thy way, not mine, O Lord" progress="76.58%" prev="h392" next="h394" id="h393">
<hymn id="h393-p0.1">
<h3 id="h393-p0.2">CCCXCIII</h3>

<verse id="h393-p0.3">
<l id="h393-p0.4">Thy way, not mine, O L<small id="h393-p0.5">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.6">However dark it be!</l>
<l id="h393-p0.7">Lead me by Thine own hand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.8">Choose out the path for me.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h393-p0.9">
<l id="h393-p0.10">Smooth let it be or rough,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.11">It will be still the best;</l>
<l id="h393-p0.12">Winding or straight, it leads</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.13">Right onward to Thy rest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h393-p0.14">
<l id="h393-p0.15">I dare not choose my lot;</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.16">I would not, if I might;</l>
<l id="h393-p0.17">Choose Thou for me, my G<small id="h393-p0.18">OD</small>;</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.19">So shall I walk aright.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h393-p0.20">
<l id="h393-p0.21">The kingdom that I seek</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.22">Is Thine; so let the way</l>
<l id="h393-p0.23">That leads to it be Thine;</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.24">Else I must surely stray.</l>
<pb n="308" id="h393-Page_308" />
</verse>

<verse id="h393-p0.25">
<l id="h393-p0.26">Take Thou my cup, and it</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.27">With joy or sorrow fill,</l>
<l id="h393-p0.28">As best to Thee may seem;</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.29">Choose Thou my good and ill;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h393-p0.30">
<l id="h393-p0.31">Choose Thou for me my friends,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.32">My sickness or my health;</l>
<l id="h393-p0.33">Choose Thou my cares for me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.34">My poverty or wealth.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h393-p0.35">
<l id="h393-p0.36">Not mine, not mine the choice,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.37">In things or great or small;</l>
<l id="h393-p0.38">Be Thou my guide, my strength,</l>
<l class="t" id="h393-p0.39">My wisdom, and my all!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h393-p1">H. Bonar</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I heard the voice of Jesus say" progress="76.72%" prev="h393" next="h395" id="h394">
<hymn id="h394-p0.1">
<h3 id="h394-p0.2">CCCXCIV</h3>

<verse id="h394-p0.3">
<l id="h394-p0.4">I heard the voice of J<small id="h394-p0.5">ESUS</small> say,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.6">Come unto Me and rest;</l>
<l id="h394-p0.7">Lay down, thou weary one, lay down</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.8">Thy head upon My breast.</l>
<l id="h394-p0.9">I came to J<small id="h394-p0.10">ESUS</small> as I was,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.11">Weary and worn and sad,</l>
<l id="h394-p0.12">I found in Him a resting-place,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.13">And He has made me glad.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h394-p0.14">
<l id="h394-p0.15">I heard the voice of J<small id="h394-p0.16">ESUS</small> say,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.17">I am this dark world's light,</l>
<l id="h394-p0.18">Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.19">And all thy day be bright.</l>
<l id="h394-p0.20">I look'd to J<small id="h394-p0.21">ESUS</small>, and I found</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.22">In Him my Star, my Sun;</l>
<l id="h394-p0.23">And in that light of life I'll walk,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.24">Till travelling days are done.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h394-p0.25">
<l id="h394-p0.26">I heard the voice of J<small id="h394-p0.27">ESUS</small> say,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.28">Behold, I freely give</l>
<l id="h394-p0.29">The living water, thirsty one,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.30">Stoop down and drink and live.</l>
<l id="h394-p0.31">I came to J<small id="h394-p0.32">ESUS</small>, and I drank</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.33">Of that life-giving stream,</l>
<l id="h394-p0.34">My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived,</l>
<l class="t" id="h394-p0.35">And now I live in Him.</l>
<pb n="309" id="h394-Page_309" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="He is gone--beyond the skies" progress="76.85%" prev="h394" next="h396" id="h395">
<hymn id="h395-p0.1">
<h3 id="h395-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p187.2" id="h395-p0.3">CCCXCV</a></h3>

<verse id="h395-p0.4">
<l id="h395-p0.5">He is gone--beyond the skies,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.6">A cloud receives Him from our eyes;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.7">Gone beyond the highest height</l>
<l id="h395-p0.8">Of mortal gaze or angel's flight;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.9">Through the veils of Time and Space,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.10">Pass'd into the Holiest Place;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.11">All the toil, the sorrow done,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.12">All the battle fought and won.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h395-p0.13">
<l id="h395-p0.14">He is gone--and we return,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.15">And our hearts within us burn;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.16">Olivet no more shall greet</l>
<l id="h395-p0.17">With welcome shout His coming feet;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.18">Never shall we track Him more</l>
<l id="h395-p0.19">On Gennesareth's glistening shore;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.20">Never in that look or voice</l>
<l id="h395-p0.21">Shall Zion's hill again rejoice.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h395-p0.22">
<l id="h395-p0.23">He is gone--and we remain</l>
<l id="h395-p0.24">In this world of sin and pain;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.25">In the void which He has left,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.26">On this earth of Him bereft,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.27">We have still His work to do,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.28">We can still His path pursue;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.29">Seek Him both in friend and foe,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.30">In ourselves His image show.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h395-p0.31">
<l id="h395-p0.32">He is gone--we heard Him say,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.33">'Good that I should go away.'</l>
<l id="h395-p0.34">Gone is that dear Form and Face,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.35">But not gone His present grace;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.36">Though Himself no more we see,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.37">Comfortless we cannot be:</l>
<l id="h395-p0.38">No, His Spirit still is ours,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.39">Quickening, freshening all our powers.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h395-p0.40">
<l id="h395-p0.41">He is gone--towards their goal,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.42">World and Church must onwards roll:</l>
<l id="h395-p0.43">Far behind we leave the past;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.44">Forwards are our glances cast;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.45">Still His words before us range</l>
<l id="h395-p0.46">Through the ages, as they change:</l>
<l id="h395-p0.47">Wheresoe'er the Truth shall lead,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.48">He will give whate'er we need.</l>
<pb n="310" id="h395-Page_310" />
</verse>

<verse id="h395-p0.49">
<l id="h395-p0.50">He is gone--but we once more</l>
<l id="h395-p0.51">Shall behold Him as before;</l>
<l id="h395-p0.52">In the Heaven of Heavens the same,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.53">As on earth He went and came.</l>
<l id="h395-p0.54">In the many mansions there,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.55">Place for us will He prepare</l>
<l id="h395-p0.56">In that world, unseen, unknown,</l>
<l id="h395-p0.57">He and we may yet be one.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h395-p1">A. P. Stanley</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="What is the saddest sweetest lowest sound" progress="77.12%" prev="h395" next="h397" id="h396">
<hymn id="h396-p0.1">
<h3 id="h396-p0.2">CCCXCVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h396-p1">HOLD NOT THY PEACE AT MY TEARS</p>

<verse id="h396-p1.1">
<l id="h396-p1.2">What is the saddest sweetest lowest sound</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.3">Nearest akin to perfect silence? Not</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.4">The delicate whisper sometimes in the hot</l>
<l id="h396-p1.5">Autumnal morning heard the cornfields round;</l>
<l id="h396-p1.6">Nor yet to lonely man, now almost bound</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.7">By slumber, near his house a murmuring river</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.8">Buzzing and droning o'er the stones for ever.</l>
<l id="h396-p1.9">Not such faint voice of Autumn oat-encrown'd,</l>
<l id="h396-p1.10">And not such liquid murmur, O my heart!</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.11">But tears that drop o'er graves, and sins, and fears,</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.12">A sound the very weeper scarcely hears,</l>
<l id="h396-p1.13">A music in which silence hath some part.</l>
<l id="h396-p1.14">--O Thou, all gentle, Who all-hearing art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h396-p1.15">Hold not Thy peace, sweet Saviour, at my tears!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h396-p2">W. Alexander</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="The golden gates are lifted up" progress="77.24%" prev="h396" next="h398" id="h397">
<hymn id="h397-p0.1">
<h3 id="h397-p0.2">CCCXCVII</h3>

<verse id="h397-p0.3">
<l id="h397-p0.4">The golden gates are lifted up,</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.5">The doors are open'd wide;</l>
<l id="h397-p0.6">The King of Glory is gone in</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.7">Unto His F<small id="h397-p0.8">ATHER</small>'s side.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h397-p0.9">
<l id="h397-p0.10">Thou art gone up before us, L<small id="h397-p0.11">ORD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.12">To make for us a place,</l>
<l id="h397-p0.13">That we may be where now Thou art,</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.14">And look upon G<small id="h397-p0.15">OD</small>'s Face.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h397-p0.16">
<l id="h397-p0.17">And ever on our earthly path</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.18">A gleam of glory lies;</l>
<l id="h397-p0.19">A light still breaks behind the cloud</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.20">That veil'd Thee from our eyes.</l>
<pb n="311" id="h397-Page_311" />
</verse>

<verse id="h397-p0.21">
<l id="h397-p0.22">Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds,</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.23">Let Thy dear grace be given,</l>
<l id="h397-p0.24">That, while we wander here below,</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.25">Our treasure be in Heaven:--</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h397-p0.26">
<l id="h397-p0.27">That, where Thou art, at G<small id="h397-p0.28">OD</small>'s right hand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.29">Our hope, our love, may be:--</l>
<l id="h397-p0.30">Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell</l>
<l class="t" id="h397-p0.31">For evermore in Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h397-p1">C. F. Alexander</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Hark, the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea" progress="77.36%" prev="h397" next="h399" id="h398">
<hymn id="h398-p0.1">
<h3 id="h398-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p188.2" id="h398-p0.3">CCCXCVIII</a></h3>

<verse id="h398-p0.4">
<l id="h398-p0.5">Hark, the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.6">Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! L<small id="h398-p0.7">ORD</small>, to Thee.</l>
<l id="h398-p0.8">Multitude, which none can number, like the stars in glory stand,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.9">Clothed in white apparel, holding palms of Victory in their hand.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h398-p0.10">
<l id="h398-p0.11">They have come from tribulation, and have wash'd their robes in Blood,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.12">Wash'd them in the Blood of J<small id="h398-p0.13">ESUS</small>; tried they were, and firm they stood:</l>
<l id="h398-p0.14">Gladly, L<small id="h398-p0.15">ORD</small>, with Thee they suffer'd; gladly, L<small id="h398-p0.16">ORD</small>, with Thee they died,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.17">And by Death to Life immortal they were born and glorified.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h398-p0.18">
<l id="h398-p0.19">Now they reign in heavenly glory, now they walk with golden light,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.20">Now they drink as from a river, holy bliss and infinite;</l>
<l id="h398-p0.21">Love and Peace they taste for ever; and all Truth and Knowledge see</l>
<l id="h398-p0.22">In the beatific vision of the Blesséd Trinity.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h398-p0.23">
<l id="h398-p0.24">G<small id="h398-p0.25">OD</small> of G<small id="h398-p0.26">OD</small>, the One-begotten, Light of Light, Emmanuel,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.27">In Whose Body join'd together all the Saints for ever dwell,</l>
<l id="h398-p0.28">Pour upon us of Thy fulness, that we may for evermore</l>
<l id="h398-p0.29">G<small id="h398-p0.30">OD</small> the Father, G<small id="h398-p0.31">OD</small> the Son, and G<small id="h398-p0.32">OD</small> the Holy Ghost adore.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h398-p1">C. Wordsworth</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="God of the living, in Whose eyes" progress="77.54%" prev="h398" next="h400" id="h399">
<hymn id="h399-p0.1">
<h3 id="h399-p0.2">CCCXCIX</h3>

<verse id="h399-p0.3">
<l id="h399-p0.4">G<small id="h399-p0.5">OD</small> of the living, in Whose eyes</l>
<l id="h399-p0.6">Unveil'd Thy whole creation lies;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.7">All souls are Thine; we must not say</l>
<l id="h399-p0.8">That those are dead who pass away;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.9">From this our world of flesh set free,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.10">We know them living unto Thee.</l>
<pb n="312" id="h399-Page_312" />
</verse>

<verse id="h399-p0.11">
<l id="h399-p0.12">Released from earthly toil and strife,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.13">With Thee is hidden still their life;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.14">Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.15">All Thine, and yet most truly ours;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.16">For well we know, where'er they be,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.17">Our dead are living unto Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h399-p0.18">
<l id="h399-p0.19">Not spilt like water on the ground,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.20">Not wrapp'd in dreamless sleep profound,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.21">Not wandering in unknown despair</l>
<l id="h399-p0.22">Beyond Thy voice, Thine arm, Thy care;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.23">Not left to lie like fallen tree;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.24">Not dead, but living unto Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h399-p0.25">
<l id="h399-p0.26">Thy word is true, Thy will is just;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.27">To Thee we leave them, L<small id="h399-p0.28">ORD</small>, in trust;</l>
<l id="h399-p0.29">And bless Thee for the love which gave</l>
<l id="h399-p0.30">Thy Son to fill a human grave,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.31">That none might fear that world to see,</l>
<l id="h399-p0.32">Where all are living unto Thee.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h399-p1">J. Ellerton</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Go not far from me, O my Strength" progress="77.70%" prev="h399" next="h401" id="h400">
<hymn id="h400-p0.1">
<h3 id="h400-p0.2">CCCC</h3>

<verse id="h400-p0.3">
<l id="h400-p0.4">Go not far from me, O my Strength,</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.5">Whom all my times obey;</l>
<l id="h400-p0.6">Take from me anything Thou wilt,</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.7">But go not Thou away;</l>
<l id="h400-p0.8">And let the storm that does Thy work</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.9">Deal with me as it may.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h400-p0.10">
<l id="h400-p0.11">On Thy compassion I repose,</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.12">In weakness and distress;</l>
<l id="h400-p0.13">I will not ask for greater ease,</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.14">Lest I should love Thee less;</l>
<l id="h400-p0.15">O 'tis a blesséd thing for me</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.16">To need Thy tenderness!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h400-p0.17">
<l id="h400-p0.18">There is no death for me to fear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.19">For C<small id="h400-p0.20">HRIST</small>, my L<small id="h400-p0.21">ORD</small>, hath died;</l>
<l id="h400-p0.22">There is no curse in this my pain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.23">For He was crucified;</l>
<l id="h400-p0.24">And it is fellowship with Him</l>
<l class="t" id="h400-p0.25">That keeps me near His side.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h400-p1">A. L. Waring</p>
<pb n="313" id="h400-Page_313" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="That was the Shepherd of the flock; He knew" progress="77.80%" prev="h400" next="h402" id="h401">
<hymn id="h401-p0.1">
<h3 id="h401-p0.2">CCCCI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h401-p1">THE CRY OF THE LOST ANSWERED</p>

<verse id="h401-p1.1">
<l id="h401-p1.2">That was the Shepherd of the flock; He knew</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.3">The distant voice of one poor sheep astray;</l>
<l id="h401-p1.4">It had forsaken Him, but He was true,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.5">And listen'd for its bleating night and day.</l>
<l id="h401-p1.6">Lost in a pitfall, yet alive it lay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.7">To breathe the faint sad call that He would know;</l>
<l id="h401-p1.8">But now the slighted fold was far away,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.9">And no approaching footstep soothed its woe.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h401-p1.10">
<l id="h401-p1.11">A thing of life and nurture from above</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.12">Sunk under earth where all was cold and dim,</l>
<l id="h401-p1.13">With nothing in it to console His love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.14">Only the miserable cry for Him.</l>
<l id="h401-p1.15">His was the wounded heart, the bleeding limb</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.16">That safe and sound He would have joy'd to keep;</l>
<l id="h401-p1.17">And still, amidst the flock at home with Him,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.18">He was the Shepherd of that one lost sheep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h401-p1.19">
<l id="h401-p1.20">Oh! would He now but come and claim His own,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.21">How more than precious His restoring care!</l>
<l id="h401-p1.22">How sweet the pasture of His choice alone,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.23">How bright the dullest path if He were there!</l>
<l id="h401-p1.24">How well the pain of rescue it could bear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.25">Held in the shelter of His strong embrace!</l>
<l id="h401-p1.26">With Him it would find herbage anywhere,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.27">And springs of endless life in every place.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h401-p1.28">
<l id="h401-p1.29">And so He came and raised it from the clay,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.30">While evil beasts went disappointed by.</l>
<l id="h401-p1.31">He bore it home along the fearful way</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.32">In the soft light of His rejoicing eye.</l>
<l id="h401-p1.33">And <i>thou</i> fallen soul, afraid to live or die</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.34">In the deep pit that will not set thee free,</l>
<l id="h401-p1.35">Lift up to Him the helpless homeward cry,</l>
<l class="t" id="h401-p1.36">For all that tender love is seeking thee.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Jesus! why dost Thou love me so" progress="78.06%" prev="h401" next="h403" id="h402">
<hymn id="h402-p0.1">
<h3 id="h402-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p189.2" id="h402-p0.3">CCCCII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h402-p1">THE PAIN OF LOVE</p>

<verse id="h402-p1.1">
<l id="h402-p1.2">J<small id="h402-p1.3">ESUS</small>! why dost Thou love me so?</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.4">What hast Thou seen in me</l>
<l id="h402-p1.5">To make my happiness so great,</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.6">So dear a joy to Thee?</l>
<pb n="314" id="h402-Page_314" />
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.7">
<l id="h402-p1.8">Wert Thou not G<small id="h402-p1.9">OD</small>, I then might think</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.10">Thou hadst no eye to read</l>
<l id="h402-p1.11">The badness of that selfish heart,</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.12">For which Thine own did bleed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.13">
<l id="h402-p1.14">But Thou art G<small id="h402-p1.15">OD</small>, and knowest all;</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.16">Dear L<small id="h402-p1.17">ORD</small>! Thou knowest me;</l>
<l id="h402-p1.18">And yet Thy knowledge hinders not</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.19">Thy love's sweet liberty.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.20">
<l id="h402-p1.21">Ah, how Thy grace hath woo'd my soul</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.22">With persevering wiles!</l>
<l id="h402-p1.23">Now give me tears to weep; for tears</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.24">Are deeper joy than smiles.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.25">
<l id="h402-p1.26">Each proof renew'd of Thy great love</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.27">Humbles me more and more,</l>
<l id="h402-p1.28">And brings to light forgotten sins,</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.29">And lays them at my door.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.30">
<l id="h402-p1.31">The more I love Thee, L<small id="h402-p1.32">ORD</small>! the more</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.33">I hate my own cold heart;</l>
<l id="h402-p1.34">The more Thou woundest me with love,</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.35">The more I feel the smart.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.36">
<l id="h402-p1.37">What shall I do, then, dearest L<small id="h402-p1.38">ORD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.39">Say, shall I fly from Thee,</l>
<l id="h402-p1.40">And hide my poor unloving self</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.41">Where Thou canst never see?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h402-p1.42">
<l id="h402-p1.43">Or shall I pray that Thy dear love</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.44">To me might not be given?</l>
<l id="h402-p1.45">Ah no! love must be pain on earth,</l>
<l class="t" id="h402-p1.46">If it be bliss in Heaven.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h402-p2">F. W. Faber</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh I could go through all life's troubles singing" progress="78.24%" prev="h402" next="h404" id="h403">
<hymn id="h403-p0.1">
<h3 id="h403-p0.2">CCCCIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h403-p1">SELF-LOVE</p>

<verse id="h403-p1.1">
<l id="h403-p1.2">Oh I could go through all life's troubles singing,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.3">Turning earth's night to day,</l>
<l id="h403-p1.4">If self were not so fast around me, clinging</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.5">To all I do or say.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.6">
<l id="h403-p1.7">My very thoughts are selfish, always building</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.8">Mean castles in the air;</l>
<l id="h403-p1.9">I use my love of others for a gilding</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.10">To make myself look fair.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.11">
<l id="h403-p1.12">I fancy all the world engross'd with judging</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.13">My merit or my blame;</l>
<l id="h403-p1.14">Its warmest praise seems an ungracious grudging</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.15">Of praise which I might claim.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.16">
<l id="h403-p1.17">In youth or age, by city, wood, or mountain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.18">Self is forgotten never;</l>
<l id="h403-p1.19">Where'er we tread, it gushes like a fountain,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.20">And its waters flow for ever.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.21">
<l id="h403-p1.22">Alas! no speed in life can snatch us wholly</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.23">Out of self's hateful sight;</l>
<l id="h403-p1.24">And it keeps step, whene'er we travel slowly,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.25">And sleeps with us at night.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.26">
<l id="h403-p1.27">O miserable omnipresence, stretching</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.28">Over all time and space,</l>
<l id="h403-p1.29">How have I run from thee, yet found thee reaching</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.30">The goal in every race!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.31">
<l id="h403-p1.32">The opiate balms of grace may haply still thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.33">Deep in my nature lying;</l>
<l id="h403-p1.34">For I may hardly hope, alas! to kill thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.35">Save by the act of dying.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.36">
<l id="h403-p1.37">O L<small id="h403-p1.38">ORD</small>! that I could waste my life for others,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.39">With no ends of my own,</l>
<l id="h403-p1.40">That I could pour myself into my brothers,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.41">And live for them alone!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h403-p1.42">
<l id="h403-p1.43">Such was the life Thou livedst; self abjuring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.44">Thine own pains never easing,</l>
<l id="h403-p1.45">Our burdens bearing, our just doom enduring,</l>
<l class="t" id="h403-p1.46">A life without self-pleasing!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart" progress="78.48%" prev="h403" next="h405" id="h404">
<hymn id="h404-p0.1">
<h3 id="h404-p0.2">CCCCIV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h404-p1">SWEETNESS IN PRAYER</p>

<verse id="h404-p1.1">
<l id="h404-p1.2">Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart?</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.3">Why struggle in thy cage?</l>
<l id="h404-p1.4">What shall I do for thee, poor heart!</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.5">Thy throbbing heat to swage?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h404-p1.6">
<l id="h404-p1.7">What spell is this come over thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.8">My soul! what sweet surprise?</l>
<l id="h404-p1.9">And wherefore these unbidden tears</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.10">That start into mine eyes?</l>
<pb n="316" id="h404-Page_316" />
</verse>

<verse id="h404-p1.11">
<l id="h404-p1.12">How great, how good does G<small id="h404-p1.13">OD</small> appear,</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.14">How dear our holy faith,</l>
<l id="h404-p1.15">How tasteless life's best joys have grown;</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.16">How I could welcome death!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h404-p1.17">
<l id="h404-p1.18">--Would that Thou mightest stay with me,</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.19">Or else that I might die</l>
<l id="h404-p1.20">While heart and soul are still subdued</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.21">With Thy sweet mastery.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h404-p1.22">
<l id="h404-p1.23">Thy home is with the humble, L<small id="h404-p1.24">ORD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.25">The simple are Thy rest;</l>
<l id="h404-p1.26">Thy lodging is in child-like hearts;</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.27">Thou makest there Thy nest.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h404-p1.28">
<l id="h404-p1.29">Dear Comforter! Eternal Love!</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.30">If Thou wilt stay with me,</l>
<l id="h404-p1.31">Of lowly thoughts and simple ways</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.32">I'll build a nest for Thee.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h404-p1.33">
<l id="h404-p1.34">Who made this beating heart of mine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.35">But Thou, my heavenly Guest?</l>
<l id="h404-p1.36">Let no one have it then but Thee,</l>
<l class="t" id="h404-p1.37">And let it be Thy nest.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I worship Thee, Sweet Will of God" progress="78.65%" prev="h404" next="h406" id="h405">
<hymn id="h405-p0.1">
<h3 id="h405-p0.2">CCCCV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h405-p1">THE WILL OF GOD</p>

<verse id="h405-p1.1">
<l id="h405-p1.2">I worship Thee, Sweet Will of G<small id="h405-p1.3">OD</small>!</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.4">And all Thy ways adore,</l>
<l id="h405-p1.5">And every day I live, I seem</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.6">To love Thee more and more.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h405-p1.7">
<l id="h405-p1.8">Thou wert the end, the blesséd rule</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.9">Of our Saviour's toils and tears;</l>
<l id="h405-p1.10">Thou wert the passion of His Heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.11">Those Three-and-thirty years.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h405-p1.12">
<l id="h405-p1.13">And He hath breathed into my soul</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.14">A special love of Thee,</l>
<l id="h405-p1.15">A love to lose my will in His,</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.16">And by that loss be free.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h405-p1.17">
<l id="h405-p1.18">He always wins who sides with G<small id="h405-p1.19">OD</small>,</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.20">To him no chance is lost;</l>
<l id="h405-p1.21">G<small id="h405-p1.22">OD</small>'s Will is sweetest to him, when</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.23">It triumphs at his cost.</l>
<pb n="317" id="h405-Page_317" />
</verse>

<verse id="h405-p1.24">
<l id="h405-p1.25">When obstacles and trials seem</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.26">Like prison-walls to be,</l>
<l id="h405-p1.27">I do the little I can do,</l>
<l class="t" id="h405-p1.28">And leave the rest to Thee.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="From pain to pain, from woe to woe" progress="78.77%" prev="h405" next="h407" id="h406">
<hymn id="h406-p0.1">
<h3 id="h406-p0.2">CCCCVI</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h406-p1">VIA CRUCIS</p>

<verse id="h406-p1.1">
<l id="h406-p1.2">From pain to pain, from woe to woe,</l>
<l class="t" id="h406-p1.3">With loving hearts and footsteps slow,</l>
<l id="h406-p1.4">To Calvary with C<small id="h406-p1.5">HRIST</small> we go.</l>
<l class="t" id="h406-p1.6">See how His Precious Blood</l>
<l class="t2" id="h406-p1.7">At every Station pours!</l>
<l class="t" id="h406-p1.8">Was ever grief like His?</l>
<l class="t2" id="h406-p1.9">Was ever sin like ours?</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h406-p2">See <a href="#n406" id="h406-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Oh come and mourn with me awhile" progress="78.81%" prev="h406" next="h408" id="h407">
<hymn id="h407-p0.1">
<h3 id="h407-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p190.2" id="h407-p0.3">CCCCVII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h407-p1">JESUS CRUCIFIED</p>

<verse id="h407-p1.1">
<l id="h407-p1.2">Oh come and mourn with me awhile!</l>
<l id="h407-p1.3">See, Mary calls us to her side;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.4">Oh come and let us mourn with her;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.5"><a href="#notes-p191.2" id="h407-p1.6">J<small id="h407-p1.7">ESUS</small>, our Love</a>, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.8">
<l id="h407-p1.9">Have we no tears to shed for Him,</l>
<l id="h407-p1.10">While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?</l>
<l id="h407-p1.11">Ah! look how patiently He hangs;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.12">J<small id="h407-p1.13">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.14">
<l id="h407-p1.15">His Mother cannot reach His Face;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.16">She stands in helplessness beside;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.17">Her heart is martyr'd with her Son's;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.18">J<small id="h407-p1.19">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.20">
<l id="h407-p1.21">Seven times He spoke, seven words of love,</l>
<l id="h407-p1.22">And all three hours His silence cried</l>
<l id="h407-p1.23">For mercy on the souls of men;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.24">J<small id="h407-p1.25">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.26">
<l id="h407-p1.27">What was Thy crime, my dearest L<small id="h407-p1.28">ORD</small>?</l>
<l id="h407-p1.29">By earth, by heaven, Thou hast been tried,</l>
<l id="h407-p1.30">And guilty found of too much love;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.31">J<small id="h407-p1.32">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
<pb n="318" id="h407-Page_318" />
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.33">
<l id="h407-p1.34">Death came, and J<small id="h407-p1.35">ESUS</small> meekly bow'd;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.36">His falling eyes He strove to guide</l>
<l id="h407-p1.37">With mindful love to Mary's face;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.38">J<small id="h407-p1.39">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.40">
<l id="h407-p1.41">Oh break, oh break, hard heart of mine!</l>
<l id="h407-p1.42">Thy weak self-love and guilty pride</l>
<l id="h407-p1.43">His Pilate and His Judas were;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.44">J<small id="h407-p1.45">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.46">
<l id="h407-p1.47">Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross,</l>
<l id="h407-p1.48">And let the Blood from out that Side</l>
<l id="h407-p1.49">Fall gently on thee drop by drop;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.50">J<small id="h407-p1.51">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.52">
<l id="h407-p1.53">A broken heart, a fount of tears,</l>
<l id="h407-p1.54">Ask, and they will not be denied;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.55">A broken heart Love's cradle is;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.56">J<small id="h407-p1.57">ESUS</small>, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h407-p1.58">
<l id="h407-p1.59">O Love of G<small id="h407-p1.60">OD</small>! O Sin of man!</l>
<l id="h407-p1.61">In this dread act your strength is tried;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.62">And victory remains with Love;</l>
<l id="h407-p1.63">For He, our Love, is crucified!</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h407-p2">See <a href="#notes-p190.2" id="h407-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="At midnight, when yon azure fields on high" progress="79.07%" prev="h407" next="h409" id="h408">
<hymn id="h408-p0.1">
<h3 id="h408-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p192.4" id="h408-p0.3">CCCCVIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h408-p1">STARLIGHT</p>

<verse id="h408-p1.1">
<l id="h408-p1.2">At midnight, when yon azure fields on high</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.3">Sparkle and glow without one cloudy bar,</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.4">The radiance of some 'bright particular star'</l>
<l id="h408-p1.5">Attracts, perchance, and holds my watching eye.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h408-p1.6">
<l id="h408-p1.7">That star may long have vanish'd from the sky;</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.8">Yet still its unspent rays, borne from afar,</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.9">Come darting downwards in their golden car--</l>
<l id="h408-p1.10">Proof it once glitter'd in the galaxy.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h408-p1.11">
<l id="h408-p1.12">So in my heart I feel a healing ray</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.13">Sweetly transmitted from a Star divine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.14">Which once illumed the coasts of Palestine:</l>
<l id="h408-p1.15">And though its beauty beams not there to-day,</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.16">I know that Star of old did truly shine,</l>
<l class="t" id="h408-p1.17">Because its cheering radiance now is mine.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h408-p2">R. Wilton</p>
<pb n="319" id="h408-Page_319" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="I landed on Iona's holy isle" progress="79.18%" prev="h408" next="h410" id="h409">
<hymn id="h409-p0.1">
<h3 id="h409-p0.2">CCCCIX</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h409-p1">IONA</p>

<verse id="h409-p1.1">
<l id="h409-p1.2">I landed on Iona's holy isle,</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.3">And wander'd through its ancient ruins bare,</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.4">And felt the great Columba's self was there.</l>
<l id="h409-p1.5">Thirteen long centuries seem'd 'a little while'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h409-p1.6">
<l id="h409-p1.7">Before the unchanging sea and sky, whose smile</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.8">He knew. He trod these paths; he breathed this air;</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.9">These waves once roll'd responsive to his prayer,</l>
<l id="h409-p1.10">Whose murmuring ripples now my ear beguile.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h409-p1.11">
<l id="h409-p1.12">Nor to the Saint alone closer I stand,</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.13">Nearer the L<small id="h409-p1.14">ORD</small> I seem, upon this shore;</l>
<l id="h409-p1.15">The solid rock of this historic strand</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.16">Helps me to bridge Time's waste of waters o'er,</l>
<l id="h409-p1.17">And grasp His feet, and feel His loving hand</l>
<l class="t" id="h409-p1.18">In Whom all saints are one for evermore!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="At the Lord's Table waiting, robed and stoled" progress="79.30%" prev="h409" next="h411" id="h410">
<hymn id="h410-p0.1">
<h3 id="h410-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p193.2" id="h410-p0.3">CCCCX</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h410-p1">AN INCIDENT</p>

<verse id="h410-p1.1">
<l id="h410-p1.2">At the L<small id="h410-p1.3">ORD</small>'s Table waiting, robed and stoled,</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.4">Till all had knelt around, I saw a sign!</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.5">In the full chalice sudden splendours shine,</l>
<l id="h410-p1.6">Azure and crimson, emerald and gold.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h410-p1.7">
<l id="h410-p1.8">I stoop'd to see the wonder, when, behold!</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.9">Within the cup a Countenance Divine</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.10">Look'd upwards at me through the trembling wine,</l>
<l id="h410-p1.11">Suffused with tenderest love and grief untold.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h410-p1.12">
<l id="h410-p1.13">The comfort of that sacramental token</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.14">From Memory's page Time never can erase;</l>
<l id="h410-p1.15">The glass of that rich window may be broken,</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.16">But not the mirror'd image of His grace,</l>
<l id="h410-p1.17">Through which my dying L<small id="h410-p1.18">ORD</small> to me has spoken,</l>
<l class="t" id="h410-p1.19">At His own Holy Table, face to face!</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h410-p2">See <a href="#notes-p193.2" id="h410-p2.1">Note</a></p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="At noon a shower had fallen, and the clime" progress="79.41%" prev="h410" next="h412" id="h411">
<hymn id="h411-p0.1">
<h3 id="h411-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p194.2" id="h411-p0.3">CCCCXI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h411-p1">SONG OF AN ANGEL</p>

<verse id="h411-p1.1">
<l id="h411-p1.2">At noon a shower had fallen, and the clime</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.3">Breathed sweetly, and upon a cloud there lay</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.4">One more sublime in beauty than the Day,</l>
<l id="h411-p1.5">Or all the Sons of Time;</l>
<pb n="320" id="h411-Page_320" />
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.6">
<l id="h411-p1.7">A gold harp had he, and was singing there</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.8">Songs that I yearn'd to hear; a glory shone</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.9">Of rosy twilights on his cheeks--a zone</l>
<l id="h411-p1.10">Of amaranth on his hair.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.11">
<l id="h411-p1.12">He sang of joys to which the earthly heart</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.13">Hath never beat; he sang of deathless Youth,</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.14">And by the throne of Love, Beauty and Truth</l>
<l id="h411-p1.15">Meeting, no more to part;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.16">
<l id="h411-p1.17">He sang lost Hope, faint Faith, and vain Desire</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.18">Crown'd there; great works, that on the earth began,</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.19">Accomplish'd; towers impregnable to man</l>
<l id="h411-p1.20">Scaled with the speed of fire;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.21">
<l id="h411-p1.22">Of Power, and Life, and wingéd Victory</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.23">He sang--of bridges strown 'twixt star and star--</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.24">And hosts all arm'd in light for bloodless war</l>
<l id="h411-p1.25">Pass, and repass on high;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.26">
<l id="h411-p1.27">Lo! in the pauses of his jubilant voice</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.28">He leans to listen: answers from the spheres,</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.29">And mighty paeans thundering he hears</l>
<l id="h411-p1.30">Down the empyreal skies:</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.31">
<l id="h411-p1.32">Then suddenly he ceased--and seem'd to rest</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.33">His goodly-fashion'd arm upon a slope</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.34">Of that fair cloud, and with soft eyes of hope</l>
<l id="h411-p1.35">He pointed towards the West;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h411-p1.36">
<l id="h411-p1.37">And shed on me a smile of beams, that told</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.38">Of a bright World beyond the thunder-piles,</l>
<l class="t" id="h411-p1.39">With blesséd fields, and hills, and happy isles,</l>
<l id="h411-p1.40">And citadels of gold.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h411-p2">F. Tennyson</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O God, impart Thy blessing to my cries" progress="79.65%" prev="h411" next="h413" id="h412">
<hymn id="h412-p0.1">
<h3 id="h412-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p195.2" id="h412-p0.3">CCCCXII</a></h3>

<verse id="h412-p0.4">
<l class="t" id="h412-p0.5">O G<small id="h412-p0.6">OD</small>, impart Thy blessing to my cries,</l>
<l id="h412-p0.7">Tho' I trust deeply, yet I daily err;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.8">The waters of my heart are oft astir:--</l>
<l id="h412-p0.9">An Angel's there! and yet I cannot rise!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h412-p0.10">
<l class="t" id="h412-p0.11">I wish that C<small id="h412-p0.12">HRIST</small> were here among us still,</l>
<l id="h412-p0.13">Proffering His bosom to his servant's brow;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.14">But oh! that holy voice comes o'er us now</l>
<l id="h412-p0.15">Like twilight echoes from a distant hill:</l>
<pb n="321" id="h412-Page_321" />
</verse>

<verse id="h412-p0.16">
<l class="t" id="h412-p0.17">We long for His pure looks and words sublime;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.18">His lowly-lofty innocence and grace;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.19">The talk sweet-toned, and blessing all the time;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.20">The mountain sermon and the ruthful gaze;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.21">The cheerly credence gather'd from His face;</l>
<l id="h412-p0.22">His voice in village-groups at eve or prime!</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h412-p1">C. T. Turner</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="As on my bed at dawn I mused and pray'd" progress="79.76%" prev="h412" next="h414" id="h413">
<hymn id="h413-p0.1">
<h3 id="h413-p0.2">CCCCXIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h413-p1">THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE</p>

<verse id="h413-p1.1">
<l id="h413-p1.2">As on my bed at dawn I mused and pray'd,</l>
<l id="h413-p1.3">I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall,</l>
<l id="h413-p1.4">The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal--</l>
<l id="h413-p1.5">A sunny phantom interlaced with shade;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h413-p1.6">
<l id="h413-p1.7">'Thanks be to heaven,' in happy mood I said,</l>
<l id="h413-p1.8">'What sweeter aid my matins could befall</l>
<l id="h413-p1.9">Than this fair glory from the East hath made?</l>
<l id="h413-p1.10">What holy sleights hath G<small id="h413-p1.11">OD</small>, the L<small id="h413-p1.12">ORD</small> of all,</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h413-p1.13">
<l id="h413-p1.14">To bid us feel and see! We are not free</l>
<l id="h413-p1.15">To say we see not, for the glory tomes</l>
<l id="h413-p1.16">Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea;</l>
<l id="h413-p1.17">His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms;</l>
<l id="h413-p1.18">And, at prime hour, behold! He follows me</l>
<l id="h413-p1.19">With golden shadows to my secret rooms!'</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When the four quarters of the world shall rise" progress="79.87%" prev="h413" next="h415" id="h414">
<hymn id="h414-p0.1">
<h3 id="h414-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p197.2" id="h414-p0.3">CCCCXIV</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h414-p1">OUR MARY AND THE CHILD-MUMMY</p>

<verse id="h414-p1.1">
<l id="h414-p1.2">When the four quarters of the world shall rise,</l>
<l id="h414-p1.3">Men, women, children, at the judgment-time,</l>
<l id="h414-p1.4">Perchance this Memphian girl, dead ere her prime,</l>
<l id="h414-p1.5">Shall drop her mask, and with dark new-born eyes</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h414-p1.6">
<l id="h414-p1.7">Salute our English Mary, loved and lost;</l>
<l id="h414-p1.8">The Father knows her little <a href="#notes-p197.2" id="h414-p1.9">scroll of prayer</a>,</l>
<l id="h414-p1.10">And life as pure as His Egyptian air;</l>
<l id="h414-p1.11">For, though she knew not J<small id="h414-p1.12">ESUS</small>, nor the cost</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h414-p1.13">
<l id="h414-p1.14">At which He won the world, she learn'd to pray;</l>
<l id="h414-p1.15">And though our own sweet babe on C<small id="h414-p1.16">HRIST</small>'s good name</l>
<l id="h414-p1.17">Spent her last breath, premonish'd and advised</l>
<l id="h414-p1.18">Of Him, and in His glorious Church baptized,</l>
<l id="h414-p1.19">--She will not spurn this old-world child away,</l>
<l id="h414-p1.20">Nor put her poor embalméd heart to shame.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h414-p2">See <a href="#notes-p197.2" id="h414-p2.1">Note</a></p>
<pb n="322" id="h414-Page_322" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="How peacefully the broad and golden moon" progress="80.00%" prev="h414" next="h416" id="h415">
<hymn id="h415-p0.1">
<h3 id="h415-p0.2">CCCCXV</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h415-p1">THE HARVEST MOON</p>

<verse id="h415-p1.1">
<l id="h415-p1.2">How peacefully the broad and golden moon</l>
<l id="h415-p1.3">Comes up to gaze upon the reaper's toil!</l>
<l id="h415-p1.4">That they who own the land for many a mile,</l>
<l id="h415-p1.5">May bless her beams, and they who take the boon</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h415-p1.6">
<l id="h415-p1.7">Of scatter'd ears; Oh! beautiful! how soon</l>
<l id="h415-p1.8">The dusk is turn'd to silver without soil,</l>
<l id="h415-p1.9">Which makes the fair sheaves fairer than at noon,</l>
<l id="h415-p1.10">And guides the gleaner to his slender spoil;</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h415-p1.11">
<l id="h415-p1.12">So, to our souls, the L<small id="h415-p1.13">ORD</small> of love and might</l>
<l id="h415-p1.14">Sends harvest-hours, when daylight disappears;</l>
<l id="h415-p1.15">When age and sorrow, like a coming night,</l>
<l id="h415-p1.16">Darken our field of work with doubts and fears,</l>
<l id="h415-p1.17">He times the presence of His heavenly light</l>
<l id="h415-p1.18">To rise up softly o'er our silver hairs.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Tho' death met love upon thy dying smile" progress="80.12%" prev="h415" next="h417" id="h416">
<hymn id="h416-p0.1">
<h3 id="h416-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p198.3" id="h416-p0.3">CCCCXVI</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h416-p1">ANASTASIS</p>

<verse id="h416-p1.1">
<l id="h416-p1.2">Tho' death met love upon thy dying smile,</l>
<l id="h416-p1.3">And staid him there for hours, yet the orbs of sight</l>
<l id="h416-p1.4">So speedily resign'd their aspect bright,</l>
<l id="h416-p1.5">That Christian hope fell earthward for awhile,</l>
<l id="h416-p1.6">Appall'd by dissolution:--But on high</l>
<l id="h416-p1.7">A record lives of thine identity!</l>
<l id="h416-p1.8">Thou <a href="#notes-p198.3" id="h416-p1.9">shalt not lose</a> one charm of lip or eye;</l>
<l id="h416-p1.10">The hues and liquid lights shall wait for thee,</l>
<l id="h416-p1.11">And the fair tissues, wheresoe'er they be!</l>
<l id="h416-p1.12">--Daughter of heaven! our grieving hearts repose</l>
<l id="h416-p1.13">On the dear thought that we once more shall see</l>
<l id="h416-p1.14">Thy beauty--like Himself our Master rose--</l>
<l id="h416-p1.15">So shall that beauty its old rights maintain,</l>
<l id="h416-p1.16">And thy sweet spirit own those eyes again.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h416-p2">See <a href="#notes-p198.3" id="h416-p2.1">Note</a></p>
<pb n="323" id="h416-Page_323" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Thy servants pray, O hear us, Lord" progress="80.23%" prev="h416" next="h418" id="h417">
<hymn id="h417-p0.1">
<h3 id="h417-p0.2">CCCCXVII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h417-p1">MORNING HYMN</p>

<h4 id="h417-p1.1">FOR BOYS IN THE GORDON HOME</h4>

<verse id="h417-p1.2">
<l id="h417-p1.3">Thy servants pray, O hear us, L<small id="h417-p1.4">ORD</small>!</l>
<l id="h417-p1.5">Be Thou our shield, be Thou our sword,</l>
<l id="h417-p1.6">Be Thou our guard against all sin,</l>
<l id="h417-p1.7">From foes without, from foes within.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h417-p1.8">
<l id="h417-p1.9">O make us loving brothers all,</l>
<l id="h417-p1.10">Forgetting self at duty's call:</l>
<l id="h417-p1.11">Bless Thou the guardians of our land,</l>
<l id="h417-p1.12">And keep our dear ones in Thy hand.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h417-p2">E. Lady Tennyson</p>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Great God Who knowest each man's need" progress="80.30%" prev="h417" next="h419" id="h418">
<hymn id="h418-p0.1">
<h3 id="h418-p0.2">CCCCXVIII</h3>

<p class="argument" id="h418-p1">EVENING HYMN</p>

<verse id="h418-p1.1">
<l id="h418-p1.2">Great G<small id="h418-p1.3">OD</small> Who knowest each man's need,</l>
<l class="t" id="h418-p1.4">Bless Thou our watch and guard our sleep;</l>
<l id="h418-p1.5">Forgive our sins of thought and deed,</l>
<l class="t" id="h418-p1.6">And in Thy peace Thy servants keep.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h418-p1.7">
<l id="h418-p1.8">We thank Thee for the day that's done,</l>
<l class="t" id="h418-p1.9">We trust Thee for the days to be;</l>
<l id="h418-p1.10">Thy love we learn in C<small id="h418-p1.11">HRIST</small> Thy Son--</l>
<l class="t" id="h418-p1.12">O may we all His glory see!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill" progress="80.36%" prev="h418" next="h420" id="h419">
<hymn id="h419-p0.1">
<h3 id="h419-p0.2">CCCCXIX</h3>

<verse id="h419-p0.3">
<l class="t" id="h419-p0.4">Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!</l>
<l id="h419-p0.5">Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.</l>
<l id="h419-p0.6">Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h419-p0.7">
<l class="t" id="h419-p0.8">No light had we: for that we do repent;</l>
<l id="h419-p0.9">And learning this, the Bridegroom will relent.</l>
<l id="h419-p0.10">Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h419-p0.11">
<l class="t" id="h419-p0.12">No light: so late! and dark and chill the night!</l>
<l id="h419-p0.13">O let us in, that we may find the light!</l>
<l id="h419-p0.14">Too late, too late: ye cannot enter now.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h419-p0.15">
<l class="t" id="h419-p0.16">Have we not heard the Bridegroom is so sweet?</l>
<l id="h419-p0.17">O let us in, tho' late, to kiss His feet!</l>
<l id="h419-p0.18">No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now.</l>
</verse>

<p class="author" id="h419-p1">A. Lord Tennyson</p>
<pb n="324" id="h419-Page_324" />


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="When Lazarus left his charnel-cave" progress="80.46%" prev="h419" next="h421" id="h420">
<hymn id="h420-p0.1">
<h3 id="h420-p0.2">CCCCXX</h3>

<verse id="h420-p0.3">
<l id="h420-p0.4">When Lazarus left his charnel-cave,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.5">And home to Mary's house return'd,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.6">Was this demanded--if he yearn'd</l>
<l id="h420-p0.7">To hear her weeping by his grave?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h420-p0.8">
<l id="h420-p0.9">'Where wert thou, brother, those four days?'</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.10">There lives no record of reply,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.11">Which telling what it is to die</l>
<l id="h420-p0.12">Had surely added praise to praise.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h420-p0.13">
<l id="h420-p0.14">From every house the neighbours met,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.15">The streets were fill'd with joyful sound,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.16">A solemn gladness even crown'd</l>
<l id="h420-p0.17">The purple brows of Olivet.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h420-p0.18">
<l id="h420-p0.19">Behold a man raised up by C<small id="h420-p0.20">HRIST</small>!</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.21">The rest remaineth unreveal'd;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h420-p0.22">He told it not; or something seal'd</l>
<l id="h420-p0.23">The lips of that Evangelist.</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Her eyes are homes of silent prayer" progress="80.56%" prev="h420" next="h422" id="h421">
<hymn id="h421-p0.1">
<h3 id="h421-p0.2">CCCCXXI</h3>

<verse id="h421-p0.3">
<l id="h421-p0.4">Her eyes are homes of silent prayer,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.5">Nor other thought her mind admits</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.6">But, he was dead, and there he sits,</l>
<l id="h421-p0.7">And He that brought him back is there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h421-p0.8">
<l id="h421-p0.9">Then one deep love doth supersede</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.10">All other, when her ardent gaze</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.11">Roves from the living brother's face,</l>
<l id="h421-p0.12">And rests upon the Life indeed.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h421-p0.13">
<l id="h421-p0.14">All subtle thought, all curious fears,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.15">Borne down by gladness so complete,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.16">She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet</l>
<l id="h421-p0.17">With costly spikenard and with tears.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h421-p0.18">
<l id="h421-p0.19">Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers,</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.20">Whose loves in higher love endure;</l>
<l class="t2" id="h421-p0.21">What souls possess themselves so pure,</l>
<l id="h421-p0.22">Or is there blessedness like theirs?</l>
<pb n="325" id="h421-Page_325" />
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="O Man, forgive thy mortal foe" progress="80.67%" prev="h421" next="h423" id="h422">
<hymn id="h422-p0.1">
<h3 id="h422-p0.2">CCCCXXII</h3>

<verse id="h422-p0.3">
<l id="h422-p0.4">O Man, forgive thy mortal foe,</l>
<l id="h422-p0.5">Nor ever strike him blow for blow;</l>
<l id="h422-p0.6">For all the souls on earth that live</l>
<l id="h422-p0.7">To be forgiven must forgive.</l>
<l id="h422-p0.8">Forgive him seventy times and seven</l>
<l id="h422-p0.9">For all the blesséd souls in Heaven</l>
<l id="h422-p0.10">Are both forgivers and forgiven!</l>
</verse>


</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 class="hymn" title="Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had seen him before" progress="80.72%" prev="h422" next="col3" id="h423">
<hymn id="h423-p0.1">
<h3 id="h423-p0.2"><a href="#notes-p199.7" id="h423-p0.3">CCCCXXIII</a></h3>

<p class="argument" id="h423-p1">IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL</p>

<p class="subhead" id="h423-p2">E<small id="h423-p2.1">MMIE</small></p>

<verse id="h423-p2.2">
<l id="h423-p2.3">Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had seen him before,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.4">But he sent a chill to my heart when I saw him come in at the door,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.5">Fresh from the surgery-schools of France and of other lands--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.6">Harsh red hair, big voice, big chest, big merciless hands!</l>
<l id="h423-p2.7">Wonderful cures he had done, O yes, but they said too of him</l>
<l id="h423-p2.8">He was happier using the knife than in trying to save the limb,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.9">And that I can well believe, for he look'd so coarse and so red</l>
<l id="h423-p2.10">I could think he was one of those who would break their jests on the dead,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.11">And mangle the living dog that had loved him and fawn'd at his knee--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.12">Drench'd with the hellish <a href="#notes-p199.7" id="h423-p2.13">oorali</a>--that ever such things should be!</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.14">
<l id="h423-p2.15">Here was a boy--I am sure that some of our children would die</l>
<l id="h423-p2.16">But for the voice of Love, and the smile, and the comforting eye--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.17">Here was a boy in the ward, every bone seem'd out of its place--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.18">Caught in a mill and crush'd--it was all but a hopeless case:</l>
<l id="h423-p2.19">And he handled him gently enough; but his voice and his face were not kind,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.20">And it was but a hopeless case, he had seen it and made up his mind,</l>
<pb n="326" id="h423-Page_326" />
<l id="h423-p2.21">And he said to me roughly 'The lad will need little more of your care.'</l>
<l id="h423-p2.22">'All the more need,' I told him, 'to seek the L<small id="h423-p2.23">ORD</small> J<small id="h423-p2.24">ESUS</small> in prayer;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.25">They are all His children here, and I pray for them all as my own:'</l>
<l id="h423-p2.26">But he turn'd to me, 'Ay, good woman, can prayer set a broken bone?'</l>
<l id="h423-p2.27">Then he mutter'd half to himself, but I know that I heard him say</l>
<l id="h423-p2.28">'All very well--but the good L<small id="h423-p2.29">ORD</small> J<small id="h423-p2.30">ESUS</small> has had His day.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.31">
<l id="h423-p2.32">Had? has it come? It has only dawn'd. It will come by and by.</l>
<l id="h423-p2.33">O how could I serve in the wards if the hope of the world were a lie?</l>
<l id="h423-p2.34">How could I bear with the sights and the loathsome smells of disease</l>
<l id="h423-p2.35">But that He said 'Ye do it to Me, when ye do it to these'?</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.36">
<l id="h423-p2.37">So he went. And we past to this ward where the younger children are laid:</l>
<l id="h423-p2.38">Here is the cot of our orphan, our darling, our meek little maid;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.39">Empty you see just now! We have lost her who loved her so much--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.40">Patient of pain tho' as quick as a sensitive plant to the touch;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.41">Hers was the prettiest prattle, it often moved me to tears,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.42">Hers was the gratefullest heart I have found in a child of her years--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.43">Nay you remember our Emmie; you used to send her the flowers;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.44">How she would smile at 'em, play with 'em, talk to 'em hours after hours!</l>
<l id="h423-p2.45">They that can wander at will where the works of the L<small id="h423-p2.46">ORD</small>. are reveal'd</l>
<l id="h423-p2.47">Little guess what joy can be got from a cowslip out of the field;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.48">Flowers to these 'spirits in prison' are all they can know of the spring,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.49">They freshen and sweeten the wards like the waft of an Angel's wing;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.50">And she lay with a flower in one hand and her thin hands crost on her breast--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.51">Wan, but as pretty as heart can desire, and we thought her at rest,</l>
<pb n="327" id="h423-Page_327" />
<l id="h423-p2.52">Quietly sleeping--so quiet, our doctor said 'Poor little dear,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.53">Nurse, I must do it to-morrow; she'll never live thro' it, I fear.'</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.54">
<l id="h423-p2.55">I walk'd with our kindly old Doctor as far as the head of the stair,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.56">Then I return'd to the ward; the child didn't see I was there.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.57">
<l id="h423-p2.58">Never since I was nurse, had I been so grieved and so vext!</l>
<l id="h423-p2.59">Emmie had heard him. Softly she call'd from her cot to the next,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.60">'He says I shall never live thro' it, O Annie, what shall I do?'</l>
<l id="h423-p2.61">Annie consider'd. 'If I,' said the wise little Annie, 'was you,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.62">I should cry to the dear L<small id="h423-p2.63">ORD</small> J<small id="h423-p2.64">ESUS</small> to help me, for, Emmie, you see,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.65">It's all in the picture there: <i>Little children should come to Me</i>.'</l>
<l id="h423-p2.66">(Meaning the print that you gave us, I find that it always can please</l>
<l id="h423-p2.67">Our children, the dear L<small id="h423-p2.68">ORD</small> J<small id="h423-p2.69">ESUS</small> with children about His knees.)</l>
<l id="h423-p2.70">'Yes, and I will,' said Emmie, 'but then if I call to the L<small id="h423-p2.71">ORD</small>,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.72">How should He know that it's me? such a lot of beds in the ward!'</l>
<l id="h423-p2.73">That was a puzzle for Annie. Again she consider'd, and said:</l>
<l id="h423-p2.74">Emmie, you put out your arms, and you leave 'em outside on the bed--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.75">The L<small id="h423-p2.76">ORD</small> has so <i>much</i> to see to! but, Emmie, you tell it Him plain,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.77">It's the little girl with her arms lying out on the counterpane.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.78">
<l id="h423-p2.79">I had sat three nights by the child--I could not watch her for four--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.80">My brain had begun to reel--I felt I could do it no more.</l>
<l id="h423-p2.81">That was my sleeping-night, but I thought that it never would pass.</l>
<l id="h423-p2.82">There was a thunderclap once, and a clatter of hail on the glass,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.83">And there was a phantom cry that I heard as I tost about,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.84">The motherless bleat of a lamb in the storm and the darkness without;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.85">My sleep was broken besides with dreams of the dreadful knife</l>
<l id="h423-p2.86">And fears for our delicate Emmie who scarce would escape with her life;</l>
<pb n="328" id="h423-Page_328" />
<l id="h423-p2.87">Then in the gray of the morning it seem'd she stood by me and smiled,</l>
<l id="h423-p2.88">And the doctor came at his hour, and we went to see to the child.</l>
</verse>

<verse id="h423-p2.89">
<l id="h423-p2.90">He had brought his ghastly tools: we believed her asleep again--</l>
<l id="h423-p2.91">Her dear, long, lean, little arms lying out on the counterpane;</l>
<l id="h423-p2.92">Say that His day is done! Ah why should we care what they say?</l>
<l id="h423-p2.93">The L<small id="h423-p2.94">ORD</small> of the children had heard her, and Emmie had past away.</l>
</verse>

<p class="cnote" id="h423-p3">See <a href="#notes-p199.7" id="h423-p3.1">Note</a></p>
</hymn>
</div1>

<div1 title="End of Book Third" progress="81.58%" prev="h423" next="notes" id="col3">
<h3 id="col3-p0.1"><i>End of Book Third</i></h3>
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<h2 id="notes-p0.1">NOTES
<br />EXPLANATORY AND BIOGRAPHICAL</h2>

<h3 id="notes-p0.3"><i>INTRODUCTION TO <a href="#preface-p15.6" id="notes-p0.4">BOOK I</a></i></h3>

<p id="notes-p1">English lyrical religious poetry is less easily divisible than our
secular verse into well-marked periods, whether in regard to
matter or to manner. Throughout its long course it has in great
measure the groundwork of a common Book, a common Faith,
and a common Purpose. And although incidents from human life
and aspects of nature are not excluded (and have in this selection,
when possible, been specially gathered, with the view of varying
the garland here presented)--yet meditation, prayer, and praise
will ever be the three great keys, successively rising in order of
lyrical intensity, through which this music of the heart of
Christianity expresses itself. Certain differing waves of feeling
and expression may however be traced, and have suggested the
tripartite division which will here be followed;--whilst yet we
may say, as was said of the blessed Spirits met by Dante as be
entered Paradise,</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p1.1">
<verse id="notes-p1.2">
<l id="notes-p1.3">... tutti fanno bello il primo giro,</l>
<l id="notes-p1.4">E differentemente han dolce vita,</l>
<l id="notes-p1.5">Per sentir più e men l' eterno spiro.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p2">If we take our First Book as covering about the space between
1500 and 1680, we begin with a preliminary or tentative period,
when the joyous and picturesque mediaevalism of Dunbar's
<i>Nativity</i> passes at once into the sombre style characteristic of the
thirty agitated and painful years which were the birth-throes of
the Reformation. This was an ungenial atmosphere for sacred
song. Yet the reign of Elizabeth was hardly more fertile--the
Renaissance movement in our poetry led English writers into the
pleasant paths of a revived and (with them) innocent classicalism:
whilst the unsettled elements in the religious sphere, the dominance
of Genevan doctrine--fervid indeed, but narrow, ultra-dogmatic,
and rarely blessed by the smile of the Muses--were conditions
equally disfavourable.</p>

<p id="notes-p3">When the tide begins to flow more freely, our sacred poetry
was enriched by such splendid outbursts of pure lyrical enthusiasm
as the odes by Spenser and Milton, with which the Elizabethan
<pb n="330" id="notes-Page_330" />
age maybe said almost to begin and to close. But lyrics of this class
are only too rare; and our religious verse tends to fall into that
didactic vein which seems characteristic of the English genius; it
is meditative, introspective, personal, yet seldom in the modern
more subtly analytical manner. And as the seventeenth century
advances, it is varied by some singular and attractive specimens
of mystical poetry, in which we may perceive at once the wide
literary scholarship of that age and the effect of the evil days of
the Commonwealth Usurpation, driving men for peace into the
solitude of their own bosoms.</p>

<p id="notes-p4">Our first period, it will be seen, is, however, by far most richly
indebted to two writers, trained in the school of doctrine and
practice which found its earliest great teacher in Richard Hooker.
With this spirit, gradually systematized and widened, until it
became the genuine and enduring representative of the mind of
the English Church, Herbert and Vaughan were deeply imbued--with
its broad scholarly learning, its liberal acceptance of art and
culture, its faith at once rational, deeply founded, and fervent,</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p4.1">--The gracious creed that knows how to forgive,--</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p5">its strong and living sense of the underlying unity of the Christian
Church through all her centuries of change or development.--But
Theology, as such, is not within the purpose of this little
book. In the City of God are many mansions; and whichever
may be ours, the religious elements just enumerated, it is undeniable,
made powerfully towards poetry: they may be easily
traced throughout as inspiring Herbert in his quiet Wiltshire Valley
and Vaughan among the wild hills of Brecon.--The difference
between the respective poetical gifts of these two men--gifts
which a just criticism must rate very high--may be best left to
the reader's discrimination and enjoyment. Only this need here
be noted, that both are instinct with the fervour, with the strangeness,
of the Celtic sensitive imagination; concealed indeed in
some degree by Herbert's academical training, but everywhere
pervading his disciple's work with a certain fascinating intensity.</p>

<p id="notes-p6">Vaughan long over-lived the Restoration: after which date the
condensed style, not free from overstrained fancy and 'conceit,'
popular hitherto in the seventeenth century, gradually gave way
to a greater simplicity of thought and language, a less imaginative
colouring;--to what, in a word, we might call the modern manner.
To this time naturally belongs the beginning of religious song for
public use. Perhaps the specimens here given might have been
ranged with the hymns of the next hundred years. But they are
placed in our first book because in style and in thought they are
yet closely allied to the preceding period: they unite our own
hymnology, looked at as a whole, with the last echoes of the
Elizabethan age.</p>
<pb n="331" id="notes-Page_331" />

<p style="text-align:left; font-size:80%; font-weight:bold;" id="notes-p7">PAGE   NO.</p>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p7.1"><a class="yref" href="#h001" id="notes-p7.2">1 <small id="notes-p7.3">I</small></a>
<p id="notes-p8">William Dunbar, 'a poet,' said Sir Walter Scott, 'unrivalled
by any that Scotland has ever produced,' was
educated at the University of S. Andrews, entered the
Franciscan Order, but seems to have lived much about
the Scottish Court, or employed on secular business.
He was the last great representative of Chaucer's
School in Scotland; he stands on the boundary between
the world of the Middle Ages and the world of
the Renaissance. Like the rich and lovely architecture
of his time, Dunbar's poetry is the fine flower of expiring
Mediaevalism.</p>

<p id="notes-p9">The graceful hymn here given is reprinted from
Mr. H. M. Fitzgibbon's excellent little Selection of
Early English Poetry (W. Scott, 1887). The spelling
has been modernized; a process without which, small
as are the substantial deviations from modern usage,
the early Scottish orthography has, at first sight, the
aspect of an unknown tongue.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p9.1"><a class="yref" href="#h002" id="notes-p9.2">2 <small id="notes-p9.3">II</small></a>
<p id="notes-p10">Thomas, second Lord Vaux of Harrowden, held state
appointments under Henry VIII, and was among the
first of those high-born and high-educated writers with
whom our modern literature begins.</p>

<p id="notes-p11"><a href="#h002" id="notes-p11.1"><small id="notes-p11.2">II</small></a> and <a href="#h003" id="notes-p11.3"><small id="notes-p11.4">III</small></a>, published in the <i>Paradise of Dainty Devices</i>,
1576, reflect the gloom of that unhappy period between
the middle of the reigns of Henry VIII and Elizabeth.
Great is the contrast between their tone and the joyous
brilliancy of <a href="#h004" id="notes-p11.5">Spenser's noble ode</a>--published 1596--
which follows.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p11.6"><a class="yref" href="#h004" id="notes-p11.7">5 <small id="notes-p11.8">IV</small></a>

<p id="notes-p12"><a href="#h004-p1.81" id="notes-p12.1">l. 15</a>
<i>trinal triplicities</i>: A treatise on the Heavenly
Hierarchy (erroneously ascribed to Dionysius the
Areopagite, but of early date), which was held as an
authority for many centuries, ranks the Angels in three
main Orders, each subdivided into three. 'The names'
(Dictionary of Christian Biography, 1877), 'appear to
have been obtained by combining with the more obvious
Seraphim, Cherubim, Archangels, and Angels, the
five deduced from two passages of S. Paul, <scripRef id="notes-p12.2" passage="Eph. i. 21" parsed="|Eph|1|21|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Eph.1.21">Eph. i. 21</scripRef>,
and <scripRef id="notes-p12.3" passage="Col. i. 16" parsed="|Col|1|16|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Col.1.16">Col. i. 16</scripRef>.'</p>

<p id="notes-p13">Compare Milton, Par. Lost, v. 748:--</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p13.1">
<verse id="notes-p13.2">
<l class="t4" id="notes-p13.3">the mighty regencies</l>
<l id="notes-p13.4">Of Seraphim and Potentates and Thrones</l>
<l id="notes-p13.5">In their triple degrees.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>
</div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p13.6"><a class="yref" href="#h005" id="notes-p13.7">10 <small id="notes-p13.8">V</small></a>
To this deeply-felt sonnet (which forms a fit comparison
to Shakespeare's <i>Poor Soul</i>), the noble author
has added the words:--

<blockquote id="notes-p13.9">Splendidis Longum Valedico Nugis:</blockquote>

<pb n="332" id="notes-Page_332" />
<p id="notes-p14">with obvious reference to his romantic or amorous
writings, <i>Arcadia</i> or <i>Astrophel</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p14.1"><a class="yref" href="#h007" id="notes-p14.2">11 <small id="notes-p14.3">VII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p15">Humfrey Gifford, 'Gentleman,' probably from a Devonshire
family in the Bideford country, published his one
book, (preserved now in a single copy), <i>A Posie of
Gilloflowers</i>, in 1580. His verse is fresh, simple, spirited,
and singularly modern in style.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p15.1"><a class="yref" href="#h008" id="notes-p15.2">12 <small id="notes-p15.3">VIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p16">Printed as prefatory to a Bible of 1594.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p16.1"><a class="yref" href="#h009" id="notes-p16.2">13 <small id="notes-p16.3">IX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p17">Edmund Bolton, a critic and historian, published his
main work in 1624. But the <i>Carol</i> appears in the great
Elizabethan Anthology, <i>England's Helicon</i>, 1600.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p17.1"><a class="yref" href="#h010" id="notes-p17.2">14 <small id="notes-p17.3">X</small></a>
<p id="notes-p18">Robert Southwell, of Horsham S. Faith's, Norfolk, was
trained at Douai and Paris: at Rome, in 1578, entered
the Society of Jesus: in 1586 returned to England:
by 1590, for performance of his religious duties as a
priest was imprisoned, thirteen times racked, and
judicially murdered by the Elizabethan Government
in 1595</p>

<p id="notes-p19">Ben Jenson said to the poet Drummond at Hawthornden
(1618-9) that 'so he had written that piece, the
<i>Burning Babe</i>, he would have been content to destroy
many of his.' Fervour and sincerity of devotion,
passionate intensity of faith in the Lord and Master
under Whose name he served, has never received more
beautiful expression than in this and the following
poem, which their martyr--author probably thought
out or (if the thirteen torturings of the persecutors left
him the power), wrote down during his imprisonment.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p19.1"><a class="yref" href="#h012" id="notes-p19.2">15 <small id="notes-p19.3">XII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p20">Taken, with several other inedited or little known
early hymns, charming through their simplicity and
depth of feeling, from the 'Illustrative Poems' appended
by Mr. W. T. Brooke to his edition of <i>Christ's Victory
and Triumph</i> (Griffith &amp; Co., 1888). It has been
ascribed mainly to Dr. Nicholas Postgate, Missioner in
the Roman Communion, 'who, for baptizing a child, and
exercising other priestly functions, was executed at
York' in 1679, at 82 years of age.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p20.1"><a class="yref" href="#h013" id="notes-p20.2">16 <small id="notes-p20.3">XIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p21">Of Barnabe Barnes, says Dr. Grosart, who has edited
his poems with his usual loving diligence, little is known
but that he was son to Richard, Bishop of Durham,
studied at Oxford, and served under Lord Essex in
his expedition to France. His sonnets show truth of
<pb n="333" id="notes-Page_333" />
feeling and freedom from ingenious 'conceits': he seems
to have formed his style upon that of Sir P. Sidney, to
whose <i>Astrophel</i> he makes reference.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p21.1"><a class="yref" href="#h016" id="notes-p21.2">17 <small id="notes-p21.3">XVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p22">Printed 1601; signed F. B. P. in a British Museum
manuscript. 'Founded upon Cardinal Peter Damiani's
<i>Ad perennis vitae fontem</i>' (W. T. Brooke).</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p22.1"><a class="yref" href="#h017" id="notes-p22.2">19 <small id="notes-p22.3">XVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p23">John Donne was educated at Hart Hall, Oxford, and
Trinity, Cambridge: admitted at Lincoln's Inn, travelled
widely in Europe, and accompanied Lord Essex on his
expeditions in 1596 and 1597. Took Holy Orders
in 1614: in 1620 was appointed Dean of S. Paul's.</p>

<p id="notes-p24">Donne's poems were first collected in 1633: they
cover an extraordinary range in subject, and are
throughout marked with a strange originality almost
equally fascinating and repellent. It is possible that
his familiarity with Italian and Spanish literatures,
both at that time deeply coloured by fantastic and
far-fetched thought, may have in some degree influenced
him in that direction. His poems were
probably written mainly during youth. There is a
strange solemn passionate earnestness about them, a
quality which underlies the fanciful 'conceits' of all
his work. Donne, like Herbert and Vaughan, who
show the same intensity and quaintness, was of Welsh
descent.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p24.1"><a class="yref" href="#h021" id="notes-p24.2">20 <small id="notes-p24.3">XXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p25">The details of Thomas Campion's life share in the
darkness which covers almost all our Elizabethan poets.
By profession he was a Doctor of Medicine. His first
English songs appeared in 1601; but we may reasonably
suppose that he had practised poetry, as well as
music, for some years previously. Campion's songs
are admirable for their union of melodious simplicity,
beauty, and strong common sense. So rare are the
music-books in which they appeared, that they were
practically rediscovered for us by Mr. A. H. Bullen,
who has published the best in his charming selection of
Lyrics (Nimmo, 1889).--No. <a href="#h027" id="notes-p25.1"><small id="notes-p25.2">XXVII</small></a>, originally printed
1606, is from Mr. Bullen's volume. This is a song of
great force and originality. The unknown writer saw
deep into human nature.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p25.3"><a class="yref" href="#h030" id="notes-p25.4">24 <small id="notes-p25.5">XXX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p26">William Drummond: educated at the High School and
(newly founded) University of Edinburgh. On the
Continent, 1606-9; settled for life at 'classic Hawthornden'
<pb n="334" id="notes-Page_334" />
1610. His letters, journal, and library show
a very wide and well-chosen range of study: they
perhaps present the first detailed picture we have of a
man of literature in the modern sense. Drummond's
(published 1616 and 1623) is the only Scottish poetry
which reflects the finest features of the English Elizabethan
Renaissance: he has exquisite feeling, meditative
grace, charm of form and style. In the troubles of
Scotland during the reign of Charles I he used all his
influence towards peace, moderation, culture, rational
loyalty and unfanatical religion; but his counsels were
far too wise for acceptance by either party of the day.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p26.1"><a class="yref" href="#h032" id="notes-p26.2">25 <small id="notes-p26.3">XXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p27"><a href="#h032-p1.5" id="notes-p27.1">l. 3</a> <i>In silence</i>: So Menander--απαντα
αιγων 'ο
θεοσ
εξεργαζεται.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p27.2"><a class="yref" href="#h035" id="notes-p27.3">26 <small id="notes-p27.4">XXXV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p28">This rendering (5 stanzas, of 8 in the Roman Breviary
text), appears to have been written by Drummond for
a translation of the <i>Primer or Office of the Blessed Virgin
Mary</i>: a copy of which, dated 1615, is in the British
Museum (W. T. Brooke).</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p28.1"><a class="yref" href="#h037" id="notes-p28.2">25 <small id="notes-p28.3">XXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p29">George Herbert was born in Montgomery Castle, son
to Richard and Magdalen Newport (descended in the
female line from Bleddyn, Prince of Powys, and
Gwenllian, daughter to Gruffydd, Prince of North
Wales), an admirable woman, whose loving care (the
father dying early) trained her son's early years. He
was educated at Westminster School and Trinity,
Cambridge, and soon distinguished for varied and sound
study. Elected Public Orator 1620: made enduring
friendship with Dr. Donne, Bishop Andrewes, and
Francis Bacon. His interests were divided between
entering a profession, and the Court; where he seems
to have been in favour with James I. But by 1627
Herbert's hopes of royal advancement ended. After
much inward conflict, he decided on Holy Orders:
retired from Cambridge, his health beginning to fail;
married, and in 1630, at the request of his kinsman
Philip, Lord Pembroke, was presented with the cure of
Bemerton, a village between Salisbury and Wilton.
There the little road-side church, almost as in his
days, still</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p29.1">
<verse id="notes-p29.2">
<l class="t5" id="notes-p29.3">... stands</l>
<l id="notes-p29.4">Crouching entrench'd in slopes of daisy sod,</l>
<l id="notes-p29.5">And duly deck'd by Herbert-honouring hands:--</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p30">And here--suffering also from advancing consumption,--he
lived that saintly life of 'detachment' which his
poems reveal--say rather, embody. When no longer
<pb n="335" id="notes-Page_335" />
able to walk to Salisbury Cathedral he would take his
lute and play: <i>The Sundays of Man's Life</i> (<a href="#h043" id="notes-p30.1"><small id="notes-p30.2">XLIII</small></a>), being
the lines which he chose for his last song here--Singing
on earth, as Izaak Walton says, such hymns
and anthems as the Angels and he, and his holy friend
N. Ferrar now sing in Heaven. He lies nameless
beneath the altar in his little church at Bemerton.</p>

<p id="notes-p31">For many details in this sketch, as in those of
Marvell, Vaughan, and others, the writer is indebted
to those careful editions of their works by which
Dr. A. Grosart has conferred services of high value
upon our literature.</p>

<p id="notes-p32">This sonnet, (to which a title has been prefixed, whilst
for the rest of Herbert's his own have been retained),
was sent by him to his Mother as a New Year's gift in
1608--Herbert's first year at Cambridge--in order,
he says, to declare his resolution 'That my poor
abilities in poetry shall be all and ever consecrated to
God's glory.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p32.1"><a class="yref" href="#h041" id="notes-p32.2">30 <small id="notes-p32.3">XLI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p33">The idea here is that costly monuments keep the dust
of the body artificially apart from its natural companion,
the dust of the earth; and that tombs will at the Last
Day fall and do homage to the dead. Dust is the head
of man's <i>stem</i> or pedigree; his life, like the sand
contained in the hour-glass, is destined in its turn to dust.</p>

<p id="notes-p34">The appearance of a church interior, in the early
seventeenth century, is admirably characterized in
this and the following poem.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p34.1"><a class="yref" href="#h045" id="notes-p34.2">32 <small id="notes-p34.3">XLV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p35">Herbert seems to have written this curious autobiographical
poem when in ill-health or low spirits,
and in remembrance of a time of morbid depression
(<a href="#h045-p1.26" id="notes-p35.1">St. vi</a>).</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p35.2"><a class="yref" href="#h045" id="notes-p35.3">33 --</a>
<p id="notes-p36"><a href="#h045-p1.26" id="notes-p36.1">l. 1</a> <i>My flesh began ...</i> appears equivalent to <i>challenged</i>.
<a href="#h045-p1.45" id="notes-p36.2">l. 17</a> <i>cross-bias</i>: an image from bowling, when a ball
sent on a curve strikes the opponent's aside. The
'conceit' in the last line may mean; Although forgotten
of God, unless my love to Him still continues in my
desolation, let me never be able to love Him.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p36.3"><a class="yref" href="#h049" id="notes-p36.4">35 <small id="notes-p36.5">XLIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p37">Deep thought, simple yet subtle ideas, manly lucid
language, give a very high rank among our serious
lyrics to this and to <a href="#h060" id="notes-p37.1">No. <small id="notes-p37.2">LX</small></a>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p37.3"><a class="yref" href="#h055" id="notes-p37.4">40 <small id="notes-p37.5">LV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p38"><a href="#h055-p1.2" id="notes-p38.1">St. i</a> 'The aspects of the planets were their apparent
positions in regard to one another as seen' and calculated
beforehand 'from the earth' (Grosart). Upon
these <i>aspects</i> astronomy greatly relied for its predictions.
<a href="#h055-p1.22" id="notes-p38.2">St. iii</a> The chemist analyses <i>the creature</i>, the substance
<pb n="336" id="notes-Page_336" />
before him,--until he discovers its <i>callow</i>, simple,
unclothed, elements; which are only seen by ordinary
spectators dressed out and disguised within the composite
substance presented to the senses. In this
poem we trace Herbert's friendship and co-operation
with Francis Bacon.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p38.3"><a class="yref" href="#h061" id="notes-p38.4">46 <small id="notes-p38.5">LXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p39">This lovely poem, which, as the reader will find, must
have been studied as a model by Vaughan, was clearly
written after a time of depression--due, perhaps, to
the increasing ill-health of Herbert's later years; the
'consumption' alluded to by Izaak Walton in his <i>Life</i>.
<a href="#h061-p1.6" id="notes-p39.1">St. i, l. 3 <i>demesne</i></a>: seemingly used for <i>property</i>; the
flowers, beside what their spot of earth grants them,
gain joy through the contrast of Spring after frost. To
the metrical skill and beauty of l. 4 S. T. Coleridge
draws attention. <a href="#h061-p1.25" id="notes-p39.2">St. iii <i>chiming ... bell</i></a>: calling to
prayer. <a href="#h061-p1.34" id="notes-p39.3">St. iv <i>Offering at Heaven</i></a>: compare Vergil's
equally charming phrase on a young tree's growth,</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p39.4">Exiit ad caelum ramis felicibus ...</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p40"><a href="#h061-p1.62" id="notes-p40.1">St. vii l. 6 <i>Swelling through store</i></a>: puffed up by wealth
or place.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p40.2"><a class="yref" href="#h067" id="notes-p40.3">49 <small id="notes-p40.4">LXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p41">Archbishop Leighton, as quoted by Dr. Grosart, has a
remark which appears tacitly to refer to this poem, and
explains its title. 'Whatsoever be the matter of
[human actions], the spiritual mind hath that alchemy
indeed of turning base metals into gold, earthly employments
into heavenly.'--<a href="#h067-p1.12" id="notes-p41.1"><i>Tincture</i> (p. 50, St. i)</a> may
refer to the <i>Elixir</i>, regarded as a cleansing or transmuting
liquid. But the more obvious sense will be,
'if coloured or tinged with this thought, <i>For God's
sake</i>.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p41.2"><a class="yref" href="#h071" id="notes-p41.3">51 <small id="notes-p41.4">LXXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p42">Christopher Harvey's <i>Synagogue</i>, intended as
'shadow' or sequel to Herbert's <i>Temple</i>, was published
1640. The writer was educated at Brasenose,
Oxford; and died Vicar of Clifton in Warwickshire.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p42.1"><a class="yref" href="#h072" id="notes-p42.2">52 <small id="notes-p42.3">LXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p43">William Habington, son to a country gentleman,
educated in the Jesuit College of S. Omer and at Paris,
and married Lucy Herbert (daughter to the first
Baron Powys);--the <i>Castara</i> to whose honour his
poems are inscribed.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p43.1"><a class="yref" href="#h079" id="notes-p43.2">58 <small id="notes-p43.3">LXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p44">'This Hymn was made by Sir H. Wotton, when he
was an Ambassador at Venice, in the time of a great
sickness.' Quitting diplomacy, he became Provost of
Eton: whence in 1638 he wrote to Milton, then in his
<pb n="337" id="notes-Page_337" />
youth, an admirable letter, congratulating him on the
beauty of <i>Comus</i>, and giving counsel derived from his
own experience, for Milton's Italian journey.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p44.1"><a class="yref" href="#h080" id="notes-p44.2">59 <small id="notes-p44.3">LXXX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p45">Much in the style of Chidiock Tychbourne's pathetic
little Elegy, <i>My prime of youth</i> ... , printed in
Dr. Hannah's valuable <i>Poems by Raleigh, Wotton, &amp;c.</i>
1875.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p45.1"><a class="yref" href="#h081" id="notes-p45.2">60 <small id="notes-p45.3">LXXXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p46">Milton imagined this magnificent Ode at dawn of
Christmas 1629,--having then lately passed his 21st
birthday. He here treats Nature (<a href="#h081-p1.47" id="notes-p46.1">p. 61, St. ii, iii</a>) as
guilty,--as representing a fallen world. The heathen
religions of antiquity are similarly regarded as demon-worship,
rather than the corruptions of, or the efforts to
reach, divine truth: and the tradition that the power of
the pagan Gods ended at the Nativity is worked out at
length. He begins with the deities of Greece and
Rome, passing thence to Syria and Egypt.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p46.2"><a class="yref" href="#h081" id="notes-p46.3">64 --</a>
<p id="notes-p47"><a href="#h081-p1.232" id="notes-p47.1"><i>Lars and Lemures</i></a>: Household Gods, Spirits of the
Dead. <a href="#h081-p1.236" id="notes-p47.2"><i>Flamens</i></a>: Roman priests.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p47.3"><a class="yref" href="#h081-p1.243" id="notes-p47.4">65 --</a>
<p id="notes-p48"><a href="#h081-p1.243" id="notes-p48.1"><i>twice batter'd god</i></a>: Dagon.--<a href="#h081-p1.248" id="notes-p48.2"><i>Libyc Hammon</i></a>: as worshipped
in the Libyan Oasis.--In the legend of <a href="#h081-p1.261" id="notes-p48.3"><i>Osiris</i></a>,--blended
here with <i>Apis</i>,--he was described as shut up
in a carved chest and cast upon the Nile.--But it is the
mythological scholarship of his day, before the authentic
Egyptian authorities were deciphered, which Milton
here offers.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p48.4"><a class="yref" href="#h082" id="notes-p48.5">66 <small id="notes-p48.6">LXXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p49"><a href="#h082-p1.8" id="notes-p49.1">1. 6 <i>if, sad share ...</i></a> If you, the Seraphim, desire to
sympathize with us, but are through your fiery nature
unable to give tears, give burning sighs.--Milton's
earlier poetry has several of these elaborate fancies.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p49.2"><a class="yref" href="#h086" id="notes-p49.3">68 <small id="notes-p49.4">LXXXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p50">Sir William Davenant, dramatist, poet, and adherent of
Charles I during the Civil War. His poetry belongs
mainly to the thoughtful style of his century; but he
has left some excellent pieces in a lighter vein.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p50.1"><a class="yref" href="#h087" id="notes-p50.2">69 <small id="notes-p50.3">LXXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p51">Sir Thomas Browne was educated at Winchester and
Broadgate Hall, (now Pembroke College), Oxford. Became
M.D. at Leyden, and settled as a physician in Norwich.
The <i>Religio Medici</i>, (whence the hymn printed
is taken), his most famous work, was first published 1642.
Passages in this and in his <i>Hydriotaphia</i> are amongst
the very finest efforts of English prose. He was honoured
by Dr. Johnson with a short biography.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p51.1"><a class="yref" href="#h088" id="notes-p51.2">69 <small id="notes-p51.3">LXXXVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p52">Thomas Pestel was a Chaplain to Charles I. Mr.
W. T. Brooke, (see <a href="#notes-p19.2" id="notes-p52.1">note on <small id="notes-p52.2">XII</small></a>), publishes this from his
<pb n="338" id="notes-Page_338" />
<i>Sermons</i>. The next he dates 1660: It makes us
wish, he justly observes, that 'more of Pestel's work
had survived.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p52.3"><a class="yref" href="#h090" id="notes-p52.4">71 <small id="notes-p52.5">XC</small></a>
<p id="notes-p53">Of Robert Herrick's life, again, very little has survived.
Probably trained in Westminster School, he went
thence to S. John's and Trinity Hall, Cambridge.
Some years he then seems to have spent in London:
in 1629 becoming Vicar of Dean Prior, a sequestered
Devon village not far from Totnes. Ejected thence for
the heresy or 'malignity' (as triumphant Puritanism
named it) of remaining loyal to his Church and King,
he published his one volume of sacred and secular
song: was restored to his Vicarage in 1662, and lies
buried at Dean Prior.</p>

<p id="notes-p54">Herrick is in the first rank of English lyric poets. In
virtue of his airy touch, his fluent melody, his simple
directness of style, his graceful lucidity, he may be
called an Elizabethan born out of his age. But his
range of subjects, his exquisite pictures of country life
(see <a href="#h094" id="notes-p54.1"><small id="notes-p54.2">XCIV</small></a>), his union of humour with seriousness (<a href="#h095" id="notes-p54.3"><small id="notes-p54.4">XCV</small></a>),
mark the gradual development of our lyrical poetry,
and its enfranchisement from Renaissance limitations,
during the Stuart period.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p54.5"><a class="yref" href="#h096" id="notes-p54.6">75 <small id="notes-p54.7">XCVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p55">Mildmay Fane, second Earl of Westmoreland, was
friend of Herrick, who dedicated to him his beautiful
<i>Harvest Home</i> picture, <i>The Hock-cart</i>, and begged the
Earl to publish his own verses: which were privately
printed in 1648.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p55.1"><a class="yref" href="#h097" id="notes-p55.2">76 <small id="notes-p55.3">XCVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p56">This and <a href="#h098" id="notes-p56.1">the next</a> are republished by Mr. W. T. Brooke
from an Anthology of 1677.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p56.2"><a class="yref" href="#h099" id="notes-p56.3">77 <small id="notes-p56.4">XCIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p57"><a href="#h099-p1.25" id="notes-p57.1"><i>apples</i> (p. 78, l. 17)</a> pin-apples (Grosart).--These
emigrants are apparently supposed to be flying westward
beyond the reach of Laud's ecclesiastical
administration. But Marvell, at least in youth, held so
equable an attitude between the contentions of his day,
remaining, indeed, a lover of the Monarchy at heart,
that the motive of the poem was probably only chosen
to gratify his intense feeling for natural scenery and
imaginative hyperbole by this lovely picture.</p>

<p id="notes-p58">Andrew Marvell was of Trinity, Cambridge: made the
grand tour of those days: in 1650-2 taught the little
Mary, daughter to General Lord Fairfax. In 1657 he
<pb n="338" id="notes-Page_338_1" />
was employed with Milton (at his recommendation) as
a secretary in the Foreign Department of the Protectorate.
He entered the House of Commons as Member
for Hull, 1659, and sate there till his death:--in 1663
accompanying the first (Howard) Earl of Carlisle on his
embassy to 'Muscovy,' and writing much political verse.
This is of very small value as poetry. But Marvell,
when he is great, is among our greatest poets in felicity
of touch and vividness of penetrative imagination. Of
this the <a href="#h100" id="notes-p58.1"><i>Coronet</i> (<small id="notes-p58.2">C</small>)</a> is a fine example. Here Marvell
seems allegorically to shadow forth how hard it is
to offer human gifts,--such as Poetry,--to Heaven, in
a truly disinterested and devotional spirit.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p58.3"><a class="yref" href="#h101" id="notes-p58.4">79 <small id="notes-p58.5">CI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p59">The selection from Vaughan's poetry here given will
probably be the largest mass of unfamiliar verse to
most readers. It is also so condensed in style, filled
with such strokes of penetrative imagination, not
without fantastic touches, that it will require the
careful study which it eminently repays. Rather full
notes have been therefore added.</p>

<p id="notes-p60">Henry Vaughan was descended from the branch of
that ancient and noble family settled in Breconshire,
which in Roman days formed part of the region
Siluria: whence the Poet always signs himself <i>Silurist</i>.
He was born at Scethrog (properly <i>Ysgythrog</i>, peaked,
or craggy), near Usk, between Crickhowel and
Brecon: in 1638 entered Jesus College, Oxford:
thence went to London, where he was familiar with
men of letters: took the degree of Doctor of Medicine:
by 1647 practised at Scethrog or Newton, where his
<i>Silex Scintillans</i> (Spark-giving Flintstone), published
1650 and 1655, <i>Thalia Rediviva</i>, 1678, and other books
were written. Except that he married and had
children nothing is known of the poet-physician's
long life in his native place: only the tombstone in
his parish church-yard of Llansantfraed records--'Henricus
Vaughan M.D. | Siluris: | Servus inutilis |
Peccator maximus | Hic jaceo | Gloria! + miserere.'--To
this good man's humble confession let us, however,
allow ourselves to add his ancient family motto: 'Safe
is the owner of a clear Conscience.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p60.1"><a class="yref" href="#h102" id="notes-p60.2">80 <small id="notes-p60.3">CII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p61">Wordsworth, who owned a copy of the very rare <i>Silex
Scintillans</i>, may have had this poem before him when
writing his Ode upon <i>Intimations of Immortality</i>.--Vaughan's
<i>my glorious train</i> answering to the <i>trailing
clouds of glory ...</i> of the later Poet.</p></div>
<pb n="340" id="notes-Page_340" />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p61.1"><a class="yref" href="#h105" id="notes-p61.2">82 <small id="notes-p61.3">CV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p62">An excellent example of the writer's skill in blending
natural scenery with moral and religious thought:--It
may be compared with the power of uniting figure-subjects
with landscape which a few painters, (notably
our own G. Mason), have shown.</p>

<p id="notes-p63">The omnipresence of God in Nature is almost more
constant and consistent in Vaughan's poetry than in
Wordsworth's. Equally characteristic is the intensely
imaginative picture of the higher heavens, the wide
sweep of Vaughan's brush in painting them, exemplified
in <a href="#h105-p1.31" id="notes-p63.1">St. iv, l. 5, 6</a>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p63.2"><a class="yref" href="#h106" id="notes-p63.3">83 <small id="notes-p63.4">CVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p64"><a href="#h106-p1.22" id="notes-p64.1"><i>Man ... flowers</i></a>;--so in the only Original text of 1650.
Ingenious conjecture has here read <i>and ... flowers,
Angels ...</i> But the phrase as it stands is quite
Vaughan's manner and gives sense. On the principles
of safe emendatory criticism, it should therefore be left
undisturbed.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p64.2"><a class="yref" href="#h109" id="notes-p64.3">84 <small id="notes-p64.4">CIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p65"><a href="#h109-p1.21" id="notes-p65.1">l. 16 <i>cheap book</i></a>: probably for <i>chap-book</i>.--<a href="#h109-p1.29" id="notes-p65.2">p. 85, l. 4</a>:
the sense may be 'I strove long against the purifying
and conscience-awakening doctrines of Holy Scripture.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p65.3"><a class="yref" href="#h116" id="notes-p65.4">89 <small id="notes-p65.5">CXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p66">It is obviously against the persecutions and grinding
tyranny, (stigmatized by Hallam with honest wrath, but
disingenuously extenuated by more than one writer of
our day), suffered by the country at the hand of the
Puritans and Cromwell, that Vaughan (1655) makes
this beautiful protest.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p66.1"><a class="yref" href="#h118" id="notes-p66.2">91 <small id="notes-p66.3">CXVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p67">The original title is--Rom. Cap. 8. ver. 19. <i>Etenim
res Creatae exerto Capite observantes expectant revelationem
Filiorum Dei</i>. This seems to be a version framed by
Vaughan to suit the imagery of this eminently characteristic
poem;--the Vulgate giving <i>Nam expectatio creaturae,
revelationem filiorum Dei expectat</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p67.1"><a class="yref" href="#h122" id="notes-p67.2">95 <small id="notes-p67.3">CXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p68">What breadth of sympathy,--what a strange power
of living (as it were) the very life of Nature,--what
eager tenderness and humanity,--in this most original
poem!--It should be compared with the singular
history of a Book, given in <a href="#h108" id="notes-p68.1"><small id="notes-p68.2">CVIII</small></a>.--<i>Realism</i>, in
Vaughan, is penetrated, or, rather, identified, with
<i>Idealism</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p68.3"><a class="yref" href="#h126" id="notes-p68.4">98 <small id="notes-p68.5">CXXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p69"><a href="#h126-p1.29" id="notes-p69.1">l. 17-20, <i>This ... rack</i></a>: some confusion or misreading
must be here. The syntax becomes clearer if we place
l. 19, 20 after l. 16, and suppose <i>made</i> understood after
the <i>were now</i> of l. 15. Yet this transposition seems to
weaken the contrast drawn between the fall of Salem
and the glorification of Bethlem.</p></div>
<pb n="341" id="notes-Page_341" />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p69.2"><a class="yref" href="#h129" id="notes-p69.3">100 <small id="notes-p69.4">CXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p70"><a href="#h129-p1.15" id="notes-p70.1"><i>Magdal-castle</i></a>: the Magdala whence Mary has been
called was probably the Migdol (Tower) near
Tiberias, where the remains of a watch-tower still
exist. The name Magdalene may however mean
'the twiner or plaiter of hair,' and this interpretation
possibly induced Vaughan to dwell so fully on the
point. He returned to the subject in some lovely
lines of his <i>Thalia Rediviva</i> (1678), where, in the
description of a Beauty, he says</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p70.2">
<verse id="notes-p70.3">
<l id="notes-p70.4">Her hair laid out in curious setts</l>
<l id="notes-p70.5">And twists, doth show like silken nets,</l>
<l id="notes-p70.6">Where--since he play'd at hit or miss--</l>
<l id="notes-p70.7">The god of Love her pris'ner is,</l>
<l id="notes-p70.8">And fluttering with his skittish wings</l>
<l id="notes-p70.9">Puts all her locks in curls and rings.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p71">It should be remembered that the identification
whether of Mary of Magdala or Mary of Bethany
with the Sinner of S. Luke vii is only conjectural,
if not improbable.--Whether Vaughan was aware
or not of this, he has left us no more curious and
original poem than his <i>Mary Magdalen</i>, a figure as
vivid, life-like, and quaint as one in a mediaeval missal.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p71.1"><a class="yref" href="#h134" id="notes-p71.2">106 <small id="notes-p71.3">CXXXIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p72"><a href="#h134-p1.30" id="notes-p72.1"><i>for one twenty ...</i></a> Possibly, common insensate things
may outlast one who has lived twenty years; referring
to the life-time of the unknown youth lamented in
this pathetic poem:--to which, as to the following,
Vaughan has prefixed no title.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p72.2"><a class="yref" href="#h135" id="notes-p72.3">108 <small id="notes-p72.4">CXXXV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p73"><a href="#h135-p1.31" id="notes-p73.1">St. vi. l. 3</a> <i>well: dell</i> has been conjectured, but the
Welsh <i>ffynnon</i> stands for fountain or for springhead,
and may have influenced Vaughan to use <i>well</i>
in the sense of <i>watery recess</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p73.2"><a class="yref" href="#h139" id="notes-p73.3">111 <small id="notes-p73.4">CXXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p74">From Crashaw to Norris (<a href="#h150" id="notes-p74.1"><small id="notes-p74.2">CL</small></a>) we are in the strange,
attractive, remote region of mysticism and ecstasy,
having its origin in Plato, but probably drawing more
from Philo, Plotinus, and later sources. Oxford in
the fifteenth century had her Renaissance movement,
which has profoundly affected England ever
since. The Cambridge Platonist movement was less
diffused, less enduring:--yet it deserves study, not
only as a singular exhibition of a phase which
constantly recurs in the human mind, but from the
merit of the literature which it has left.</p>

<p id="notes-p75">Richard Crashaw, from the lately-founded Charter
House, entered Cambridge in 1631, passing from
Pembroke to Peterhouse: was ejected in 1644 with
many more who refused to bow down before the
<pb n="342" id="notes-Page_342" />
Scottish Covenant:--that transient idol which the
Presbyterian party had set up and was trying to
force upon reluctant England. He joined the
Roman Communion about 1646, in which year his
little volume of English poetry was published: Soon
retired to France; thence to Rome: was made
Canon in the Basilica Church of our Lady in
Loreto, where he presently died and was buried.</p>

<p id="notes-p76">Crashaw represents sensuous Mysticism, as the
three poets who follow are intellectual mystics. Like
Quarles, (though not to the same degree), he quits
the ideal point of view, the high Platonic aether.
We cannot say of him, as has been said of that
'Son of Light,' Origen, the great founder of Christian
Mysticism, that he 'is never betrayed into the
imagery of earthly passion used by the monastic
writers,' and which also marked the style of the
Italian Marino, from whose <i>Herod</i> Crashaw has left
a brilliant paraphrase.</p>

<p id="notes-p77">Yet this mode of feeling has its place; it also
demands and deserves its compartment in a Sacred
Anthology. Crashaw's work in poetry, as a whole,
is incomplete and irregular; Pope, whilst praising
him, was correct in recognizing that he was an
amateur rather than an artist. It was the same with
Marvell:--neither, one would say, did justice to his
fine natural gift. But Crashaw has a charm so
unique, an imagination so nimble and subtle, phrases
of such sweet and passionate felicity, that readers who
may be tempted by the very scanty specimens which
alone it has been here possible to offer, to turn to
his little book, will find themselves surprised and
delighted, in proportion to their sympathetic sense
of Poetry, when touched to its rarer and finer issues.</p>

<p id="notes-p78"><a href="#h139-p1.6" id="notes-p78.1">St. i. l. 4 <i>wake the Sun</i></a>: So in the popular mediaeval
hymn <i>Verbum bonum ...</i> the Blessed Virgin is
addressed</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p78.2">
<verse id="notes-p78.3">
<l id="notes-p78.4">Ave, Solem genuisti,</l>
<l id="notes-p78.5">Ave, Solem protulisti.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>
</div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p78.6"><a class="yref" href="#h142" id="notes-p78.7">113 <small id="notes-p78.8">CXLII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p79">Joseph Beaumont, born of that Leicestershire family
which rivals the Tennysons of Lincolnshire in
poetical fertility, was educated at Peterhouse, Cambridge,
where he began that immense range of
study which was characteristic of the 'Polymaths'
of the seventeenth century. With his friend Crashaw
thrust forth in 1644, he retired to Hadleigh, where he
<pb n="343" id="notes-Page_343" />
wrote his <i>Psyche, or Love's Mystery</i>,--an allegory of
Life filling between thirty and forty thousand lines.
Beaumont's later years, despite the political troubles
of his time, were prosperous: be made a happy
marriage (1650), and after 1660 became Head of
Jesus and of his old College successively: Regius Professor
of Divinity in 1674. Thenceforward he seems
to have lived and worked at Peterhouse, where his
epitaph in the Chapel still commemorates him as</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p79.1">
<verse id="notes-p79.2">
<l id="notes-p79.3">Poeta, Orator, Theologus praestantissimus.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p80">The pieces here printed, (which do not represent
the mystical style of the <i>Psyche</i>), belong to 1652:
<a href="#h144" id="notes-p80.1"><small id="notes-p80.2">CXLIV</small></a> was doubtless suggested by the contrast of
Beaumont's home-happiness in quiet Hadleigh, and
the wretched state of England under the Commonwealth,
and is a lesson as true for the nineteenth
century as the seventeenth.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p80.3"><a class="yref" href="#h147" id="notes-p80.4">117 <small id="notes-p80.5">CXLVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p81">Henry More, the most interesting figure among our
poetical mystics, went from Eton to Christ's,
Cambridge, where he lived an ideal student's life
among books, friends, and disciples, yet distinguished
also for charitable deeds.</p>

<p id="notes-p82">In youth he passed through a stage of bewildered
thought, accompanied with the common miseries of
scepticism, which he described in a few powerful
lines,--till he reached clear vision;</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p82.1">
<verse id="notes-p82.2">
<l id="notes-p82.3">Νυν δε τ' Ερωσ με πτεροισι θεοσσυτοσ εξυπερειδει,</l>
<l id="notes-p82.4">Νυξ απεβη μεν υναρ τε ...</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>

<p id="notes-p83">--blessed henceforward with a firm happy philosophic
Christian faith,--which in mode of expression
was influenced not only by Plato and his later
mystical followers, but by the mediaeval <i>Theologia
Germanica</i>, by Ficino of Florence,--(probably in his
<i>Theologia Platonica</i>)--and Descartes, then the leading
thinker in Europe. But he moved through this
labyrinth of speculation, safe in the singleness of
heart, the <i>Monocardia</i>, as he terms it,--the faithfulness
to the 'Good and the True,'--to the Sincerity which,
(as on his death-bed 'he professed with tears' to the
friend who watched by him), had been his lifelong
pursuit. More's 'unwavering allegiance to reason,'
which he held 'the glory and adornment of all true
religion, and the special prerogative of Christianity'
was 'the counterbalancing principle' in his mind to
his mystical theories: (J. H. Overton, <i>The Church in
the Eighteenth Century</i>).</p>
<pb n="344" id="notes-Page_344" />

<p id="notes-p84">R. Southey remarks on More that 'as a poet,--strange
and sometimes unreadably uncouth as he is,
there are lines and passages of the highest feeling and
most exquisite beauty.' His many poems cannot in
his own age have been popular, and will never be so.
Yet it is impossible to glance at them without an
impression of strange imaginative force, of singular
and delightful depth of mystical conviction.</p>

<p id="notes-p85">The two remarkable philosophical flights here
chosen are briefer, not lower, than More's more
sustained poems. Difficult at first sight from their
weight of condensed thought, from the remoteness
of the ideas presented, they remind of the passionate
power, the imaginative fury, of Lucretius:--but their
Christian Platonism lifts them in tone into a larger
aether, regions happier and higher, than could be
reached by the pupil of Empedocles and Epicurus.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p85.1"><a class="yref" href="#h149" id="notes-p85.2">120 <small id="notes-p85.3">CXLIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p86">In St. i. the order of l. 3 and 4 has been conjecturally transposed.</p>

<p id="notes-p87">John Norris was educated at Winchester and Exeter
College, and Fellow of All Souls, Oxford. He held the
living of Bemerton, formerly G. Herbert's, (1691).
'That old and tranquil parsonage was to him a happy
hiding place:' and <i>Bene latuit</i> is his fitting epitaph.--Norris
wrote much and ably on metaphysical subjects:
was greatly influenced by the Cambridge Platonists,
More and Cudworth. His poems were published 1684,
and passed through a tenth edition by 1730:--one
proof, out of many, how exaggerated is the criticism
which describes that period as devoid of inner life
and spiritual aspiration.</p>

<p id="notes-p88">Norris may be reckoned the last among our Christian
Platonists of the seventeenth century. He has 'the
same noble tone of spiritualised thought and wistful,
imaginative, speculation, and a like <i>golden haze</i> over
it all' (C. J. Abbey):--not without some share in
the fancifulness and overstrain prevalent in his day.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p88.1"><a class="yref" href="#h151" id="notes-p88.2">121 <small id="notes-p88.3">CLI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p89">Francis Quarles, son to a country gentleman of
Romford: educated at Christ's, Cambridge: studied
at Lincoln's Inn: was for a time secretary to Archbishop
Usher in Ireland, but lived mainly as an
author, publishing much in verse and prose from
1620 onward. He was a devoted royalist, and
suffered accordingly:--dying of grief, it is said, at
the robbery and destruction of his library.</p>
<pb n="345" id="notes-Page_345" />

<p id="notes-p90">The inconstancy of Fame has no better example
than Quarles. He moralizes his song too much;
this work is marred by fantastical lapses from good
taste; by a fatal facility. Yet,--unless indeed a man's
performance, when he has had free play, is always
the measure of his natural gift,--Quarles has written
so well, so sincerely, sometimes, (see <a href="#h151" id="notes-p90.1"><small id="notes-p90.2">CLI</small></a>), so fervently,--that
had he remembered how, in Poetry,
Matter, however good, is of no ultimate avail without
adequate Art, he might, we may easily believe, have
deserved to retain some part of that immense popularity
which he enjoyed among his contemporaries.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p90.3"><a class="yref" href="#h155" id="notes-p90.4">125 <small id="notes-p90.5">CLV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p91">George Wither, educated at Magdalen, Oxford, was
a lawyer; served on both sides in the Civil War;
made a Major General by Cromwell, but was deprived
of his spoils after the Restoration.--'His
best poems,' says Hallam, 'were published in 1622,
with the title of <i>Mistress of Philarete</i>. Some of them
are highly beautiful ... I think there is hardly
anything in our lyric poetry of [that] period equal to
his lines on his Muse.' But this promise was
swamped by false fluency and the 'grovelling puritanism
into which he afterwards fell.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p91.1"><a class="yref" href="#h157" id="notes-p91.2">126 <small id="notes-p91.3">CLVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p92">Jeremy Taylor: Educated at Caius, Cambridge:
made Fellow of All Souls, Oxford, by favour of
Archbishop Laud: was imprisoned for his support
of Charles I: lived poor and retiredly in Wales, but
was once or twice more imprisoned:--moved to
Lisburn and in 1660 was made Bishop of Down and
Connor,--with Dromore, where he was buried, in
addition. He united learning and fervent eloquence
perhaps more than any other English writer.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p92.1"><a class="yref" href="#h159" id="notes-p92.2">128 <small id="notes-p92.3">CLIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p93">Richard Baxter: A man eminent for candour, charity,
and goodness, but inconsistent and wavering in his
public career during the evil days of the Civil War,
Protectorate, and Restoration. He was a very voluminous
polemical writer, but best known in his
own day and since through his excellent manuals of
practical piety. 'Read any of his works; they are
all good,' said Dr. Johnson to Boswell.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p93.1"><a class="yref" href="#h160" id="notes-p93.2">-- <small id="notes-p93.3">CLX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p94">Samuel Crossman: Educated at Pembroke, Oxford:
was ejected from his rectory in Essex for nonconformity
in 1662: returned to the Church, and died
<pb n="346" id="notes-Page_346" />
Dean of Bristol. His <i>Sacred Poems</i> were published
1664.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p94.1"><a class="yref" href="#h162" id="notes-p94.2">130 <small id="notes-p94.3">CLXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p95">John Austin: Entered S. John's, Cambridge; left in
1640, on joining the Roman Communion; qualified
for the Bar. This hymn was published 1668 in his <i>Offices</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p95.1"><a class="yref" href="#h167" id="notes-p95.2">134 <small id="notes-p95.3">CLXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p96"><i>My Lord, my Love</i>--translated from a phrase of
S. Ignatius--'Ο εμοσ Ερωσ εσταυρωται.</p>

<p id="notes-p97">John Mason, of Clare Hall, Cambridge, was some
time Vicar of Water Stratford; but fell into strange
aberrations, which, according to W. T. Brooke's
conjecture, ended in religious mania.--His <i>Spiritual
Songs</i> are dated 1683.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p97.1"><a class="yref" href="#h170" id="notes-p97.2">136 <small id="notes-p97.3">CLXX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p98">Thomas Shepherd: for a short time a clergyman
in Buckinghamshire; afterwards Congregational
Minister at Northampton and Bocking. With an
edition of J. Mason's <i>Songs of Praise</i>, he published
<i>Penitential Cries</i>, 1692.</p></div>

<h3 id="notes-p98.1"><i>INTRODUCTION TO <a href="#h171-p2.3" id="notes-p98.2">BOOK II</a></i></h3>

<p id="notes-p99">The changes which occur in poetical style, as we have noticed,
are marked less strongly upon our religious than on our secular
song. Yet something of the clear diction and the easy metrical
flow of Pope is traceable in the hymns of Addison: whilst the
plain, even the prosaic, manner of De Foe has a counterpart in
Ken's writing. But the didactic tone, the repressed undercurrent
of feeling, which in many ways colour our secular poetry during
the second and third quarters of the eighteenth century, in religious
verse soon gave way before what is generally known as
the Evangelical movement. This in some degree was doubtless
a reaction towards warmth, enthusiasm, and (as we might say)
Nature, from the argumentative habit, the constant appeal to
reason and common sense, the studied moderation of tone, which
were the general tendencies of the time.--But the motives and
men by whom the religious school in question was led from Watts,
Toplady, and the Wesleys, to Cowper,--its strength and its
weakness--need not here be dwelt on. Suffice it to note that the poetry
of the full-charged heart now found vent and relief, not in imaginative
ode or didactic meditation but in the form of hymns; amongst
which many of the most beautiful, not less than the most practically
<pb n="347" id="notes-Page_347" />
precious, poems of that class existing in any literature, are found.
These hymns indeed have often, to modern eyes, a conventional
style, due to two causes: the phraseology common to the Evangelical
school, and the general literary manner of the time. But the manner
of one age is always the conventionality of the next: and they to
whom this quality is repulsive in our eighteenth-century writers
should remember that the styles which seem natural to us will
probably, under the same law, seem artificial to those who live
in the 'summers that we shall not see.'</p>

<p style="text-align:left; font-size:80%; font-weight:bold;" id="notes-p100">PAGE   NO.</p>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p100.1"><a class="yref" href="#h172" id="notes-p100.2">138 <small id="notes-p100.3">CLXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p101">Abraham Cowley, of Westminster School and Trinity,
Cambridge: a supporter of Charles I and his Queen:--by
his contemporaries (and Milton's) held the
greatest poet of his time. But cleverness and sense,
both of which he has to a very high degree, when
wanting good taste and that indescribable something
which eternally severs poetry from verse, have long
since placed him amongst those writers who are
rarely read, but never read without profit.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p101.1"><a class="yref" href="#h174" id="notes-p101.2">139 <small id="notes-p101.3">CLXXIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p102"><a href="#h174-p0.20" id="notes-p102.1"><i>the Tyrrhene seas</i></a>: Addison here obviously refers to
a violent storm by which, when sailing from Marseille
to Italy during December 1699, he was
assailed in the bay of Genoa. His vessel was driven
back to Monaco, whence he took boat to Savona.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p102.2"><a class="yref" href="#h177" id="notes-p102.3">142 <small id="notes-p102.4">CLXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p103">Thomas Ken was Scholar of Winchester 1652,
Fellow of New College, Oxford, by election from
school: studied music and physical science in
addition to the ordinary subjects. Was chosen
Fellow of Winchester, and Prebendary (1669):
resided there for some years and wrote his famous
<i>Manual of Prayers</i> (1675). Chaplain at the Hague
to Princess Mary: consecrated Bishop of Bath and
Wells 1685, at the special choice of Charles II, who
honoured the courage of 'the little black fellow who
would not give poor Nelly [Gwyn] a lodging' in his
house at Winchester.</p>

<p id="notes-p104">After Monmouth's invasion Ken saved the lives of
many rebels: as Bishop he gave away his whole
income, and was unbounded in kindness and aid to
the poor. In 1688 he was one of the Seven Bishops
who resisted James II: but, with much hesitation,
found himself unable to take the Oath required
by William III, and was deprived of his See in
1691. Henceforth he lived mostly in personal
poverty at Longleat; troubled often by Nonjuring
disputants and failing health; yet comforted by many
<pb n="348" id="notes-Page_348" />
friendships with old and young: for, childless
himself, like Watts and Keble, he was distinguished
by love for children. He received unfailing and
reverent kindness from Lord Weymouth, under
whose roof he died, and was buried at Frome
Selwood, the nearest village in his old diocese.</p>

<p id="notes-p105">Poetry more absolutely sincere, more high-minded
than Bishop Ken's, does not exist. But heaviness
of style, prolixity, want of charm and of variety, has
sunk most of his work irretrievably. It is but the
selection of a selection which is here offered. Three
justly-famous Hymns have, however, been printed
in full. The curious textual questions connected
with them have been discussed by Dean Plumptre of
Wells in his admirable Life of Ken (1888):--a book
which puts the man and his age before us with
singular vividness. The text given in Ken's <i>Manual</i>
for Winchester College, 1695, has been
followed, with a few alterations from his revised
edition of 1709.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p105.1"><a class="yref" href="#h185" id="notes-p105.2">150 <small id="notes-p105.3">CLXXXV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p106">Ken for many years before his death suffered
grievously from rheumatism and other disorders,
resorting to Bath and Clifton for relief. But disease
grew upon him, and his latter days were overshadowed
by terrible tortures. This poem,--beautiful
from its simplicity and depth of pathos, (as
<a href="#h186" id="notes-p106.1"><small id="notes-p106.2">CLXXXVI</small></a> through its dramatic straightforwardness),--with
others is ascribed by Dean Plumptre to this
melancholy period. Ken says himself:--</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p106.3">
<verse id="notes-p106.4">
<l id="notes-p106.5">I some remission of my woes</l>
<l class="t" id="notes-p106.6">Feel, while I hymns compose.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>
</div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p106.7"><a class="yref" href="#h187" id="notes-p106.8">152 <small id="notes-p106.9">CLXXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p107">Nahum Tate: at Trinity, Dublin: Poet Laureate
after Shadwell; friend of Dryden. He translated the
Psalms in conjunction with Dr. Brady, and has been
criticized too severely for failing of success in a task
where to succeed was impossible.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p107.1"><a class="yref" href="#h188" id="notes-p107.2">153 <small id="notes-p107.3">CLXXXVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p108">John Pomfret: of Queen's, Cambridge, and Rector
of Malden, Bedfordshire. This little song is an oasis
in a wilderness of commonplace.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p108.1"><a class="yref" href="#h189" id="notes-p108.2">-- <small id="notes-p108.3">CLXXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p109">Isaac Watts received a thorough classical education,
and entered the 'Independent' ministry. His
health failed in 1712 and the rest of his life he
passed in Sir T. Abney's house; dying there of old
age; after long and devoted work to his flock and
literature. He was buried in Bunhill Fields.</p>
<pb n="349" id="notes-Page_349" />

<p id="notes-p110">Watts may be counted (if we exclude Milton), as
one of the earliest well-read and scholarly students
among the nonconformists. His views as an Independent
were modified and enlarged by his sweet
devout temper; may we not add,--by his gift in
poetry? And 'every Christian church,' as Dr.
Johnson finely remarked, 'would rejoice to have
adopted' one so fervently devout, so faithful to his
duty,--we may add, so much more truly gifted by
nature as a poet, than common Fame has recognized.
As with C. Wesley and other good men, fluency,
want of taste and finish, the sacrifice, in a word,
of Art to direct usefulness, have probably lost them
those honours in literature to which they were born.
But they have their reward.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p110.1"><a class="yref" href="#h193" id="notes-p110.2">156 <small id="notes-p110.3">CXCIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p111">The Calvinism within which the tender-hearted
Watts was bound captive is doubtless too perceptible
in this beautiful lyric. A similar vein of
feeling may, however, be traced, centuries before, in
that 'apathy' which S. Clement of Alexandria
ascribes to the perfect Christian, who is 'so absorbed
in the Divine Love that he can no longer be said to
love his fellow-creatures, in the ordinary sense of
the word.' Yet as we learn, (Bigg, <i>The Christian
Platonists of Alexandria</i>), how 'there were many
in Clement's own time who shrank from that too
ethereal ideal, which, to use his own phrase, <i>touches
earth with but one foot</i>,' so in this hymn the gracious
spirit of Poetry seems to soften the grim atmosphere
of Geneva.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p111.1"><a class="yref" href="#h197" id="notes-p111.2">158 <small id="notes-p111.3">CXCVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p112">The admirable author of this hymn almost apologized
for publishing it. Yet few child-pictures have been
drawn in words or colours of more perfect tenderness.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p112.1"><a class="yref" href="#h198" id="notes-p112.2">159 <small id="notes-p112.3">CXCVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p113">Philip Doddridge: a nonconformist minister of much
and varied reading: Head of a theological College
at Northampton: a greatly esteemed and popular
author of his day: died and was buried at Lisbon.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p113.1"><a class="yref" href="#h202" id="notes-p113.2">151 <small id="notes-p113.3">CCII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p114">John Byrom: trained at Merchant Taylors' and
Trinity, Cambridge: his first publication was a
Pastoral in the <i>Spectator</i>. After early poverty, he
lived a retired blameless literary life on his property
by Manchester. One of the many men of strong
feeling in whom faith burned like 'a hidden flame'
through the eighteenth century.</p></div>
<pb n="350" id="notes-Page_350" />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p114.1"><a class="yref" href="#h203" id="notes-p114.2">162 <small id="notes-p114.3">CCIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p115">Christopher Smart: student and fellow of Pembroke
Hall, Cambridge: His life was one of literature
actively followed as a profession; didactic, satirical,
and religious. But his work is singularly unequal:
only under the stress of illness and mental overexcitement
did he reach the level of serious genius
shown in our two specimens. Smart was eminent
for wit, conviviality, kindliness, and carelessness,
valued as a friend by men like Johnson and Garrick:--a
type of one who has 'no enemy but himself.'</p>

<p id="notes-p116">During a severe illness (1754-1756) Smart's mind
partially failed: whilst in confinement he is believed
to have written the 'Song to David' which he
published in 1763:--the Hymn on his Recovery has
been dated about 1756. It seems that he never
regained full sanity, although the disease was rather
eccentricity than madness: and despite hard labour,
be died under confinement for debt.</p>

<p id="notes-p117">'My poor friend Smart,' Dr. Johnson said to Boswell,
in 1763, 'showed the disturbance of his mind, by
falling upon his knees, and saying his prayers in the
street.... Now although, rationally speaking, it is
greater madness not to pray at all, than to pray as
Smart did, I am afraid there are so many who do not
pray, that their understanding is not called in
question.'</p>

<p id="notes-p118">Some traces of Smart's excited spirit are visible in
<a href="#h203" id="notes-p118.1"><small id="notes-p118.2">CCIII</small></a>:--far more in <a href="#h204" id="notes-p118.3"><small id="notes-p118.4">CCIV</small></a>, which may be described in
a phrase of C. Lamb's as 'a kind of medley between
inspiration and possession'; and in its noble wildness
and transitions from grandeur to tenderness,
from Earth to Heaven, is unique in our Poetry. It
has been greatly abridged as here printed.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p118.5"><a class="yref" href="#h205" id="notes-p118.6">166 <small id="notes-p118.7">CCV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p119">Michael Bruce: born and bred near Lochleven in
Fifeshire: well educated in the village school, where
he was a typical specimen of the poor, brave, Scottish
student of those days, who could find in Latin
literature lifelong strength and enlightenment and
culture. Bruce was next at the University of
Edinburgh (1762) in company with John Logan:
teaching during his vacations, and after in the
country schools of his native district. But this life
was too hard for him: consumption set in, and he
died in his sleep at twenty-one:--his copy of Holy
Scripture,--turned down at the text <i>Weep ye not for
the dead...</i> beside him.</p>
<pb n="351" id="notes-Page_351" />

<p id="notes-p120">Immediately after the death of Bruce, Logan secured
all his papers. What followed has been the subject
of much controversy. But the Editor cannot resist
the conclusion that Logan, (whose after career
was unsatisfactory), managed to gain himself credit
for the authorship of most of his fellow-student's
poems;--publishing them with more or less verbal
alteration, and destroying all the original manuscripts.
Yet, even as we have them, their grace, music, fine
descriptive skill, and spiritual feeling, sufficiently
prove that, had longer years been granted him,
Michael Bruce might have fulfilled the renown of
which his youth gave promise so remarkable.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p120.1"><a class="yref" href="#h208" id="notes-p120.2">168 <small id="notes-p120.3">CCVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p121">Thomas Olivers: A shoemaker by trade; converted
from a dissolute life by Whitefield's preaching, he
became, first, a zealous assistant of John Wesley, and
then was employed in his printing-office.</p>

<p id="notes-p122">The musical service in a Synagogue at Westminster
suggested to Olivers the noble Ode here printed:
(C. J. Abbey).</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p122.1"><a class="yref" href="#h209" id="notes-p122.2">170 <small id="notes-p122.3">CCIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p123">Augustus Montague Toplady: of Westminster School
and Trinity, Dublin: sometime Vicar of Broadhembury,
Devon: published his hymns in 1776.
A zealous Calvinist; studied and wrote much:
powerfully and bitterly opposing John Wesley. But
his fervour of nature, when directed to worthier
purpose, inspired Toplady with this splendid Lyric;
which, in beauty and intensity of feeling, has a rival
in <a href="#h212" id="notes-p123.1"><small id="notes-p123.2">CCXII</small></a>,--a hymn truly sublime through the simplicity
of its absolute self-surrender.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p123.3"><a class="yref" href="#h210" id="notes-p123.4">-- <small id="notes-p123.5">CCX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p124"><a href="#h210-p0.15" id="notes-p124.1"><i>the balance</i>:</a> Toplady seems here to have had in view
a phrase from the famous hymn, <i>Vexilla Regis</i>, by
Fortunatus the sixth-century poet,--who describes
the Cross, whilst bearing the Saviour's Body, as
<i>Statera facta saeculi</i>:--'His Body there in balance
lay,' in J. Keble's version.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p124.2"><a class="yref" href="#h215" id="notes-p124.3">172 <small id="notes-p124.4">CCXV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p125">Charles Wesley; younger brother to John: At
Westminster School; Student of Christ Church,
Oxford, where he worked diligently: was ordained;
went on a short mission to the Indians of Georgia;
afterwards, a Methodist preacher in England.</p>

<p id="notes-p126">The dramatic vividness and fervour of this lyrical
Monologue (founded upon Genesis xxxii)--the music
and consoling sweetness of faith in <a href="#h221" id="notes-p126.1"><small id="notes-p126.2">CCXXI</small></a>, may
<pb n="352" id="notes-Page_352" />
justify the opinion on the Hymnist's natural gift
expressed in the previous Note upon Watts; who,
with the charming candour natural to him, said,
'It was worth all the works he himself had written.'</p>

<p id="notes-p127">In the <i>strove</i> and <i>rose</i> (St. <a href="#h215-p1.66" id="notes-p127.1">ix</a> and
<a href="#h215-p1.79" id="notes-p127.2">xi</a>) for <i>striven</i> and
<i>risen</i>, Wesley, as Archbishop Trench has remarked,
adopts a usage found in Shakespeare and Milton.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p127.3"><a class="yref" href="#h222" id="notes-p127.4">177 <small id="notes-p127.5">CCXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p128">Philip Skelton:--Scholar in Trinity, Dublin: worked
as clergyman at Monaghan and elsewhere; being
always distinguished for good sense, devotedness,
self-denial, and success: published much; mostly on
religious subjects. Retired in old age to Dublin;
published his hymns in 1784.</p>

<p id="notes-p129">This poem,--much indebted for its beauty to its
scientific accuracy,--is an interesting example of the
practical, the positive, spirit for which the eighteenth
century has been often inconsiderately and indiscriminately
censured.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p129.1"><a class="yref" href="#h223" id="notes-p129.2">179 <small id="notes-p129.3">CCXXIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p130">John Cennick: For a time, a Calvinistic Methodist;
afterwards a Moravian preacher:--To this period the
hymn printed doubtless belongs.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p130.1"><a class="yref" href="#h224" id="notes-p130.2">-- <small id="notes-p130.3">CCXXIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p131">John Newton: Began life as a sailor; was employed
in the African slave-trade; profligate and miserable,
yet worked perseveringly at Latin and mathematics.
He awoke to the sense of Sin and of Mercy: left the
sea: studied for Holy Orders: was ordained to the
curacy of Olney (1765), and became friend of William
Cowper. In 1779 Newton was made rector of a
City church; He had the generosity of a large heart,
grateful for his conversion to piety and happiness;
and hence, doubtless, a singular gift in winning his
hearers.</p>

<p id="notes-p132">Mere bare simplicity and sincerity suffice to range
this hymn amongst the most powerful in our
Anthology: John Bunyan, or the great twelfth-century
religious poet, Jacopone of Todi, who
wrote the Canzone <i>Mirami, Sposa, un poco In sulla
Croce ignudo</i>, might have been proud, or thankful, to
own it.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p132.1"><a class="yref" href="#h228" id="notes-p132.2">182 <small id="notes-p132.3">CCXXVIII</small>-<small id="notes-p132.4">CCXXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p133">These hymns were written at Olney in
North Buckinghamshire between 1771-1779, at the
suggestion and under the influence of John Newton.
That influence was not wholly for good; Assurance
of Salvation--a cardinal point in the creed of his
<pb n="353" id="notes-Page_353" />
Calvinist friend,--was physically and morally impossible
to Cowper's tremulous, sensitive, nature.
The Hymnal was not far advanced, when he again
fell beneath the insanity of ten years before. His
mind gradually recovered its proper tone:--and the
jointly-written book, about one-fourth of which is by
Cowper, was the first by which (1779) he became
known as an author.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p133.1"><a class="yref" href="#h231" id="notes-p133.2">183 <small id="notes-p133.3">CCXXXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p134">Mr. Abbey, in the excellent <i>Church in the Eighteenth
Century</i>, assigns this brilliant lyric to J. Newton. It
is however, marked C. in the first edition of the
<i>Olney Hymns</i>,--the sign placed to distinguish
Cowper's work:--to which, in point of style, it also
clearly belongs.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p134.1"><a class="yref" href="#h233" id="notes-p134.2">184 <small id="notes-p134.3">CCXXXIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p135">This beautiful poem was written in 1765, at the
moment when Cowper, after his earliest fit of derangement,
was deciding to quit London as his home,
for ever. That the country, however, could not give
lasting peace to that delicate and troubled spirit, is
shown by the companion poem, of at least equal
beauty, <i>O happy shades ...</i>, written in 1773;--apparently
whilst the second attack (above noticed) was
approaching.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p135.1"><a class="yref" href="#h235" id="notes-p135.2">186 <small id="notes-p135.3">CCXXXV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p136">William Blake: Mr. A. Gilchrist has well recounted
the story of this singularly attractive poet and
painter. A long life could hardly have fewer events;
only a sixty years' cheerful and happy struggle against
starvation: but the beautiful soul of the man, devoted
to his art and his loving wife and his God, gives it an
unique interest,--a fascination, rarely raised by any
biography. And in Blake, more than most, the man
is identified with the artist; the spell which the life
holds over the sympathetic reader is renewed and
confirmed by the poet-painter's designs and verses.
The drawing may be often faulty; the syntax imperfect;
yet there is a subtle simplicity, a tenderness
springing equally from the heart and the imagination,--sometimes
a sublimity of idea, which give the best
work of Blake's youth a peculiar place of its own,
high up amongst our 'treasures for ever.'</p>

<p id="notes-p137">The soul of that child-like and celestial painter
Fra Angelico, might have entered into Blake, (who
in 1789 can have known nothing of the monastic
Italian artist)--when writing this and the two following
pieces for his <i>Songs of Innocence</i>.</p>

<p id="notes-p138">The work of each was in truth irradiated by mystic
<pb n="354" id="notes-Page_354" />
inward enthusiasm, by constant presence of the
spiritual life, by intensity of vision:--To men of this
class the Invisible world is the Visible,--the Supernatural,
was the Real.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p138.1"><a class="yref" href="#h239" id="notes-p138.2">188 <small id="notes-p138.3">CCXXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p139">James Montgomery: son to a Moravian missionary:
edited a newspaper at Sheffield; wrote much verse:
published his hymns in 1853:--the period to which
<small id="notes-p139.1">CCXXXIX</small> may conjecturally be assigned.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p139.2"><a class="yref" href="#h242" id="notes-p139.3">190 <small id="notes-p139.4">CCXLII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p140">Rt. Hon. Sir Robert Grant: Educated at Magdalene,
Cambridge: then sat in the House of Commons for
several years: Governor of Bombay from 1834 to
his death.--The two hymns here printed have a
simple directness of thought and expression worthy
of our Elizabethan poets.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p140.1"><a class="yref" href="#h244" id="notes-p140.2">192 <small id="notes-p140.3">CCXLIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p141">Anna Laetitia Barbauld: daughter to Dr. Aikin:
established a school near Diss: wrote on Education:
Distinguished and loved for a truly highminded and
sympathetic nature.</p>
</div>

<h3 id="notes-p141.1"><i><a href="#h245-p1.33" id="notes-p141.2">INTRODUCTION TO BOOK III</a></i></h3>

<p id="notes-p142">Our Second Book ranges from about 1680 to 1820. By this
latter date that fertile outburst of poetry, which gave a brilliance
to the first half of this century, second only to that of the Elizabethan
age, had fully established itself. And already also the
dominant schools of religious thought and practice familiar to us
all, (from whatever angle of view we may estimate them), were
working their way to the surface. There is now sufficient general
acquiescence in regard to the character of the Evangelical movement
to render discussion of it here unnecessary. An opposite
reason dispenses with any critical sketch of the modes of thought
upon religion which are represented in this Third Book. Attention
may however be called to the close parallelism between
the impulses which, respectively, supplied their wealth of poetic
material and inspiration to Herbert and Vaughan, and, in our own
day, to the two admirable writers who hold a place similar to
theirs in this section of our anthology.</p>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p142.1"><a class="yref" href="#h246" id="notes-p142.2">194 <small id="notes-p142.3">CCXLVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p143">Reginald Heber: At Brasenose, Oxford, and early
distinguished for brilliant ability and energy.
Was appointed in 1822 Bishop of Calcutta, where he
worked with equal devotion and success, till apoplexy
cut him off at Trichinopoli.--In poetical style he was
our last eminent representative of Pope and Addison.</p></div>
<pb n="355" id="notes-Page_355" />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p143.1"><a class="yref" href="#h256" id="notes-p143.2">199 <small id="notes-p143.3">CCLVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p144">Henry Hart Milman, of Eton and Brasenose, Oxford:
author of several plays, poems and histories, ably
written in a somewhat artificial style. Professor of
Poetry at Oxford, 1821. Canon of Westminster and
Dean of S. Paul's.--The hymns here given were
published, together with those by Bishop Heber, in
1827.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p144.1"><a class="yref" href="#h258" id="notes-p144.2">200 <small id="notes-p144.3">CCLVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p145">All the poems selected from Wordsworth belong to
the later half of his life, with exception of <a href="#h264" id="notes-p145.1"><small id="notes-p145.2">CCLXIV</small></a>,
which was 'composed on the beach near Calais,'
1802.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p145.3"><a class="yref" href="#h267" id="notes-p145.4">207 <small id="notes-p145.5">CCLXVII</small>-<small id="notes-p145.6">CCLXXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p146">are from the <i>Christian Year</i>, published 1827.</p>

<p id="notes-p147">John Keble, educated by his father, before his
fifteenth birthday was elected Scholar of Corpus,
Oxford: First Class in the Classical and Mathematical
Schools, 1810: Fellow of Oriel, 1811: ordained
Priest 1816, when be asked a friend to 'pray for me
that I may free myself from all pride, all ambition, all
uncharitableness':--The prayer was granted, and it
may form the motto for Keble's long, useful, and
saintly life. He was chosen unanimously Professor
of Poetry at Oxford 1831: settled as Vicar at Hursley
near Winchester 1835, where his days henceforth
were passed, divided between prose and poetry and
the devout performance of duty: resting by his beloved
wife at last in the peace of his own green
churchyard, beside the church rebuilt by him from
the proceeds of the <i>Christian Year</i>.</p>

<p id="notes-p148">Keble's work as a co-operator with J. H. (Cardinal)
Newman, Dr. Pusey, and others, in the religious
movement to which his poetry gave its earliest
definite character is, perhaps, sufficiently illustrated
in the selection here offered.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p148.1"><a class="yref" href="#h269" id="notes-p148.2">209 <small id="notes-p148.3">CCLXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p149"><a href="#h269-p0.14" id="notes-p149.1">St. ii l. 2 <i>blossoms red and bright</i></a>: the original note
says, 'Rhododendrons': but was afterwards correctcd
to 'Oleanders.'--<a href="#h269-p0.39" id="notes-p149.2">St. v, vi, vii</a>: the meaning
is, Turn from the world to Christ.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p149.3"><a class="yref" href="#h272" id="notes-p149.4">213 <small id="notes-p149.5">CCLXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p150">In refinement of feeling for nature, in the human,
sympathetic attitude towards things inanimate, and
again, in the sense how often these are more happily
gifted than mankind, we are here closely reminded
of Vaughan. Yet it is hardly probable that his very
rare little books should have fallen in Keble's way
by 1827.</p>

<p id="notes-p151">No essay on Keble as a poet would be in place here.
Yet it may be noticed that, like Vaughan, his work,
<pb n="356" id="notes-Page_356" />
if not always clear either in its main lines or its
phrases, is filled with admirable imaginative touches,
with true and tender felicities, which deserve and
reward readers,--careful, devoted, it might almost be
said, microscopic.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p151.1"><a class="yref" href="#h275" id="notes-p151.2">218 <small id="notes-p151.3">CCLXXV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p152"><a href="#h275-p0.27" id="notes-p152.1"><i>They say ... crown</i></a>: the author here refers in a note
to Bishop Jeremy Taylor, <i>Holy Living</i>, c. xi, sect. 3.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p152.2"><a class="yref" href="#h277" id="notes-p152.3">219 <small id="notes-p152.4">CCLXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p153">These beautiful stanzas, said Mr. Keble's wife, on
the day of his death, 'I know were in his dying
thoughts.' She survived him but a few weeks.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p153.1"><a class="yref" href="#h279" id="notes-p153.2">221 <small id="notes-p153.3">CCLXXIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p154"><a href="#h279-p0.24" id="notes-p154.1">St. iv <i>We change our posture</i></a>: so Dante (<i>Purg.</i> vi,
149) compares Florence, in her sick state, to</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p154.2">
<verse id="notes-p154.3">
<l class="t6" id="notes-p154.4">quella inferma</l>
<l id="notes-p154.5">Che non può trovar posa in su le piume,</l>
<l id="notes-p154.6">Ma con dar volta suo dolore scherma.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>
</div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p154.7"><a class="yref" href="#h290" id="notes-p154.8">234 <small id="notes-p154.9">CCXC</small></a>
<p id="notes-p155">Richard Chenevix Trench: Born at Dublin, educated
at Trinity, Cambridge. Theological Professor at
King's College: Dean of Westminster, 1856: Archbishop
of Dublin, 1864. In Philology and Biblical
exegesis he ranks high amongst our prose-writers,
and his poetry is penetrated by the high purity and
nobility of his character.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p155.1"><a class="yref" href="#h299" id="notes-p155.2">239 <small id="notes-p155.3">CCXCIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p156">Henry Alford: Educated at Ilmington School, and
Trinity, Cambridge: of which College he became
Fellow. A learned Greek Scholar; edited the New
Testament. Dean of Canterbury, 1857.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p156.1"><a class="yref" href="#h300" id="notes-p156.2">240 <small id="notes-p156.3">CCC</small></a>
<p id="notes-p157">Hartley Coleridge: eldest son to Samuel Taylor:
Scholar of Merton, Oxford, and Fellow of Oriel.
Lived mostly in the Lake Country, a gentle, dreamy
man, who from feeble health and want of will failed
to fulfil the promise of his youth; whilst, in Wordsworth's
beautiful phrase, Nature preserved for him
throughout 'a young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p157.1"><a class="yref" href="#h303" id="notes-p157.2">241 <small id="notes-p157.3">CCCIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p158">Carolina Baroness Nairn: Born (daughter to L.
Oliphant) and died at Gask in Perthshire. A high-minded
woman, whose 'heart was in every good and
Christian work of her time.'</p>

<p id="notes-p159"><i>The Leal</i>, Faithful. <a href="#h303-p1.21" id="notes-p159.1">P. 242 <i>sae dear's...</i></a> It is a hard-fought
and dearly-won battle, by which sinful man
may reach Heaven.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p159.2"><a class="yref" href="#h304" id="notes-p159.3">242 <small id="notes-p159.4">CCCIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p160">Henry Francis Lyte: Of Trinity, Dublin: left Ireland
for Brixham, Devonshire, through ill-health, and
died at Nice. Published his <i>Poems</i> 1833.</p></div>
<pb n="357" id="notes-Page_357" />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p160.1"><a class="yref" href="#h307" id="notes-p160.2">244 <small id="notes-p160.3">CCCVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p161"><i>The maid is not dead, but sleepeth</i>, is the Author's
motto for these very tender and original lines. Mr.
Lyte's book has other lyrics, not within the scope of
this selection, similarly distinguished by pathetic
delicacy. His style often unites the characteristic
merits of Addison and of Cowper.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p161.1"><a class="yref" href="#h309" id="notes-p161.2">247 <small id="notes-p161.3">CCCIX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p162"><a href="#h309-p0.54" id="notes-p162.1"><i>song that may not die</i></a>: <small id="notes-p162.2">CCCX</small> is dated, Berryhead,
September, 1847. The writer died in the following
November.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p162.3"><a class="yref" href="#h312" id="notes-p162.4">249 <small id="notes-p162.5">CCCXII</small>-<small id="notes-p162.6">CCCXX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p163">From the <i>Lyra Innocentium</i>, published 1846:
<a href="#h321" id="notes-p163.1"><small id="notes-p163.2">CCCXXI</small>-<small id="notes-p163.3">CCCXXX</small></a>, from the <i>Miscellaneous Poems</i>, written
at many different dates.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p163.4"><a class="yref" href="#h317" id="notes-p163.5">254 <small id="notes-p163.6">CCCXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p164">Prefixed are the words 'Make me thereof a little
cake first, and bring it unto me, and after make for
thee and for thy son.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p164.1"><a class="yref" href="#h321" id="notes-p164.2">257 <small id="notes-p164.3">CCCXXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p165">Dated 1854.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p165.1"><a class="yref" href="#h327" id="notes-p165.2">261 <small id="notes-p165.3">CCCXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p166">Originally written for the <i>Christian Year</i>, from admission
to which its personal character probably excluded
it. This poem may be placed beside the beautiful <i>Ode
to Evening</i> by Collins, as one of the rare successes
of English poetry in the unrhymed lyric.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p166.1"><a class="yref" href="#h328" id="notes-p166.2">262 <small id="notes-p166.3">CCCXXVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p167">Composed 'for the Tomb of the old Biddlecombes,
May 24, 1861.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p167.1"><a class="yref" href="#h330" id="notes-p167.2">263 <small id="notes-p167.3">CCCXXX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p168">Dated Dec. 8, in <i>Conceptione B.M.V.</i>, 1844.' The
hymn 'was written for the <i>Lyra Innocentium, </i>but
withheld from publication at the time, with Mr.
Keble's consent but against his wish.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p168.1"><a class="yref" href="#h331" id="notes-p168.2">264 <small id="notes-p168.3">CCCXXXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p169">William Barnes, of a family who had held lands in
Dorset for centuries, was born in a farmhouse within
that beautiful Vale of Blackmore upon which his
poems love to dwell. Educated in the country: at
first placed in a lawyer's office; then conducted schools
at Mere and Dorchester: made himself master of
many languages, ancient and modern; obtained a
degree from S. John's, Cambridge. By study and
love of the Dorset folk and their ancient speech was
led to write poems in hope of preserving the dialect.
Ordained in 1847; in 1862 Rector of Winterbourne
Came near Dorchester. And there, strenuously to
the last doing his duty from cottage to cottage, yet
studying and writing much on many subjects, Barnes'
years passed quickly and happily on, till, in full
Christian hope and peace, he was laid to rest within
his little tree-shadowed churchyard.</p>

<p id="notes-p170">The poetry of Barnes, like that of Burns, is inseparable
from the dialect. This, however, (easily
<pb n="358" id="notes-Page_358" />
as it may be mastered), has barred the lyrics of
Barnes from their due place amongst the most varied
in subject, the most perfect in form, the purest and
sweetest in tone, which our literature contains.
Humour and pathos, character and landscape, within
the limits of the local sphere which he scarcely
quits, each is at his command: of all modern poets
he is the most truly and delightfully Idyllic.--The
few specimens here given, it is hoped, may tempt
genuine lovers of poetry to test this criticism for
themselves:--the writer does not fear their verdict.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p170.1"><a class="yref" href="#h336" id="notes-p170.2">269 <small id="notes-p170.3">CCCXXXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p171">From <i>Poems ... in common English</i>, 1868. It is
worthy of Blake at his best in its sweet picturesque
simplicity.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p171.1"><a class="yref" href="#h337" id="notes-p171.2">270 <small id="notes-p171.3">CCCXXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p172">Adelaide Anne Procter: daughter to a poet best
known as 'Barry Cornwall.' Her poems appeared
in 1858, 1861, 1862.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p172.1"><a class="yref" href="#h342" id="notes-p172.2">274 <small id="notes-p172.3">CCCXLII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p173">From <i>Poems</i>, D. M. Main, Glasgow, 1886:--a volume
marked by delicate and original thought, expressed
with simple grace. For his acquaintance with the
book, the Editor is indebted to Miss C. G. Rossetti.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p173.1"><a class="yref" href="#h346" id="notes-p173.2">279 <small id="notes-p173.3">CCCXLVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p174">Published 1849.--Arthur Hugh Clough was educated
at Rugby, Scholar of Balliol and Fellow of Oriel
(1842), Oxford: afterwards in the Education Office:
died and was buried at Florence.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p174.1"><a class="yref" href="#h347" id="notes-p174.2">-- <small id="notes-p174.3">CCCXLVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p175">John Campbell Shairp: born at Houstoun, Linlithgowshire,
of an old Lowland Scottish family: trained
at Edinburgh, Glasgow University, and Balliol, Oxford.
Worked as Master at Rugby, and afterwards
as Professor of Humanity at S. Andrews: was there
chosen Principal of the United Colleges; Elected
Professor of Poetry at Oxford (1877).</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p175.1"><a class="yref" href="#h351" id="notes-p175.2">282 <small id="notes-p175.3">CCCLI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p176">Richard Hurrell Froude: At Eton and Oriel, Oxford:
friend and co-operator with John Keble and John
Henry (Cardinal) Newman in their movement for
religious revival.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p176.1"><a class="yref" href="#h352" id="notes-p176.2">282 <small id="notes-p176.3">CCCLII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p177">The editor trusts that he has here dealt with the free
permission of reprinting graciously given him, in a
mode which will not be disapproved by one to whom,
in company with millions, he owes a gratitude best
expressed by silence,--a reverence such, <i>che nol
divia sermone</i>.</p></div>
<pb n="359" id="notes-Page_359" />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p177.1"><a class="yref" href="#h364" id="notes-p177.2">289 <small id="notes-p177.3">CCCLXIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p178">The singular beauty of the view from the ancient
Taurominium near Etna, often noticed, called forth
from the writer (<scripRef id="notes-p178.1" passage="Ap. 26, 1833" parsed="|Rev|26|0|0|0;|Rev|1833|0|0|0" osisRef="Bible:Rev.26 Bible:Rev.1833">Ap. 26, 1833</scripRef>), during his journey in
Sicily, this deeply-felt expression of one among the
divers morals that Nature can teach. The <i>Messina</i>
deals with an analogous moral, as the motto given
in the author's <i>Verses</i> (1868) shows: <i>Homo sum:
humani nihil a me alienum puto</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p178.2"><a class="yref" href="#h366" id="notes-p178.3">290 <small id="notes-p178.4">CCCLXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p179">The text prefixed is <i>From His mouth came out a
sharp two-edged sword</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p179.1"><a class="yref" href="#h372" id="notes-p179.2">293 <small id="notes-p179.3">CCCLXXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p180">Originally prefaced by the words of Sophocles,
<i>Antigone</i>, 332 -. Greek[πολλα τα δεινα, κουδεν ανθρωπου
δεινοτερον πελει,]--Many are the wondrous things of
Nature, and none is more wondrous than Man.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p180.1"><a class="yref" href="#h374" id="notes-p180.2">294 <small id="notes-p180.3">CCCLXXIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p181">Written after the death of Miss Mary Newman.
Dr. Pusey (Jan. 1828) says of the author that he
had 'lost,... after only 24 hours' cessation of apparently
strong health, his youngest sister. Every
consolation, which a brother can have, he has most
richly--her whole life having been a preparation for
that hour.'</p>

<p id="notes-p182">It is dated <i>Oxford, April</i>, 1828:--<a href="#h375" id="notes-p182.1"><small id="notes-p182.2">CCCLXXV</small></a>, <i>Horsepath,
September</i> 29, 1829.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p182.3"><a class="yref" href="#h376" id="notes-p182.4">296 <small id="notes-p182.5">CCCLXXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p183">Dated, <i>The Oratory</i>, 1856; and published in the
Author's very impressive and pathetic tale of early
Christian life in Africa, <i>Callista</i>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p183.1"><a class="yref" href="#h381" id="notes-p183.2">300 <small id="notes-p183.3">CCCLXXXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p184">This and <a href="#h382" id="notes-p184.1">the next following</a> are 'from S. Gregory
Nazianzen.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p184.2"><a class="yref" href="#h383" id="notes-p184.3">-- <small id="notes-p184.4">CCCLXXXIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p185">Written <i>At Sea</i>, in the Straits of Bonifazio, between
Sardinia and Corsica, <i>June</i> 16, 1833.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p185.1"><a class="yref" href="#h387" id="notes-p185.2">303 <small id="notes-p185.3">CCCLXXXVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p186"><a href="#h387-p0.52" id="notes-p186.1">St. vi <i>Whither we rush</i></a>: Refers to the real motion
of the Sun and his planets through celestial space.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p186.2"><a class="yref" href="#h388" id="notes-p186.3">304 <small id="notes-p186.4">CCCLXXXVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p187">From <i>Poems and Hymns</i> (1880) by John Sharp,
now for more than fifty years the much-respected
Vicar of Horbury, near Wakefield.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p187.1"><a class="yref" href="#h395" id="notes-p187.2">309 <small id="notes-p187.3">CCCXCV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p188">Arthur Penrhyn Stanley: son to Edward, Bishop of
Norwich: at Rugby under Dr. Arnold: Scholar of
Balliol, Fellow of University, Oxford: Canon of
Canterbury, Dean of Westminster, 1863. Best known
by his Life of Dr. Arnold and works on the history of
the Jewish and the Eastern Church.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p188.1"><a class="yref" href="#h398" id="notes-p188.2">311 <small id="notes-p188.3">CCCXCVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p189">Christopher Wordsworth: nephew to the Poet:
educated at Winchester; Fellow of Trinity, Cambridge.
<pb n="360" id="notes-Page_360" />
Master of Harrow: Bishop of Lincoln,
1869. Eminent for scholarship and integrity of life.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p189.1"><a class="yref" href="#h402" id="notes-p189.2">313 <small id="notes-p189.3">CCCCII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p190">Frederick William Faber: of Harrow School and
University, Oxford: entered the Roman Church in
1845 and established the Oratory of S. Philip Neri
in London: labouring zealously till his early death.
His hymns were first published complete in 1862.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p190.1"><a class="yref" href="#h407" id="notes-p190.2">317 <small id="notes-p190.3">CCCCVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p191">'Verse sung at the Way of the Cross at the Oratory.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p191.1"><a class="yref" href="#h407-p1.6" id="notes-p191.2">-- <small id="notes-p191.3">CCCCVII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p192"><i>Jesus, our Love</i>: see <a href="#notes-p95.2" id="notes-p192.1">note on <small id="notes-p192.2">CLXVII</small></a>.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p192.3"><a class="yref" href="#h408" id="notes-p192.4">318 <small id="notes-p192.5">CCCCVIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p193">The poetry of Mr. Richard Wilton, (of S. Catherine's,
Cambridge: Rector of Londesborough), <i>Woodnotes</i>,
1873, and <i>Lyrics</i>, 1878, deserves wider acceptance
than it has hitherto received.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p193.1"><a class="yref" href="#h410" id="notes-p193.2">319 <small id="notes-p193.3">CCCCX</small></a>
<p id="notes-p194">'The East window of Kirkby Wharfe or Grimston
Church is filled with stained glass,... the subject
being the Crucifixion.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p194.1"><a class="yref" href="#h411" id="notes-p194.2">-- <small id="notes-p194.3">CCCCXI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p195">From <i>Days and Hours</i> by Frederick Tennyson,
1854:--another noteworthy and too-neglected book.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p195.1"><a class="yref" href="#h412" id="notes-p195.2">320 <small id="notes-p195.3">CCCCXII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p196">Charles Tennyson, born at Somersby, Lincolnshire,
next brother to Frederick and senior to Alfred, was
educated at Louth and Trinity, Cambridge: ordained
1835; married a sister of Emily, Lady
Tennyson, and spent most of his life as Vicar of
Grasby in the Wolds,--taking the surname of Turner
under the will of a relation. His, as his nephew
Hallam Tennyson truly writes, was an <i>alma beata e
bella</i>:--a man of noble simplicity, tenderness, purity
of heart, 'at once childlike and heroic.' The devoted
love of his brother Alfred is expressed in the beautiful
stanzas dated <i>Midnight</i>, June 30, 1879.</p>

<p id="notes-p197">This poet was master of what may be termed the
Idyllic sonnet; under which form he gave many
pictures of his country and its indwellers, with his
thoughts upon this and the other life. These
Sonnets, (published collectively in 1880), have the
charm of a singular humanity; of an originality
which sometimes touches upon quaintness. No
verse more sincere, more tender, more worthy of
study, is contained in our Anthology.</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p197.1"><a class="yref" href="#h414" id="notes-p197.2">321 <small id="notes-p197.3">CCCCXIV</small></a>
<p id="notes-p198"><a href="#h414-p1.9" id="notes-p198.1"><i>scroll of prayer</i></a>: 'The extract from the <i>Book of the
Dead</i>, which was put into the hands of the deceased.'</p></div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p198.2"><a class="yref" href="#h416" id="notes-p198.3">322 <small id="notes-p198.4">CCCCXVI</small></a>
<p id="notes-p199"><a href="#h416-p1.9" id="notes-p199.1"><i>Thou shalt not lose</i></a>: so Petrarch, in one of those
passages whose ethereal beauty reminds us of the
<pb n="361" id="notes-Page_361" />
Paradise scenes by Fra Angelico, speaking of the
souls in Heaven;</p>

<blockquote id="notes-p199.2">
<verse id="notes-p199.3">
<l id="notes-p199.4">Tanti volti che 'l Tempo e Morte han guasti</l>
<l class="t" id="notes-p199.5">Torneranno al lor più florito stato.</l>
</verse>
</blockquote>
</div>

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p199.6"><a class="yref" href="#h423" id="notes-p199.7">325 <small id="notes-p199.8">CCCCXXIII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p200"><a href="#h423-p2.13" id="notes-p200.1">L. 10 <i>oorali</i></a>: a drug extracted from <i>Strychnos toxifera</i>;
It acts by paralysing the nerves of motion,
whilst those of sensation are left unimpaired.</p>

<p id="notes-p201">Readers should remember that this poem forms in
truth a little drama, wherein it is not the Poet, but the
Hospital Nurse, who speaks throughout. The two
little girls, whose story was published in a magazine,
are the only characters here drawn from actual life.</p></div>

<hr />

<div class="endcomm" id="notes-p201.2"><a class="yref" href="#h392" id="notes-p201.3">307 <small id="notes-p201.4">CCCXCII</small></a>
<p id="notes-p202">This hymn, often printed as <i>Anonymous</i>, and so
classed in former issues by the Editor, is by Sir
Edward Denny, and was originally published in his
<i>Hymns and Poems</i>, 1848 (W. T. Brooke).</p>

<p id="notes-p203"> </p>

<p id="notes-p204">The writer was educated at Exeter, Oxford, and
died whilst this book was in the press.</p>
</div>

<p id="notes-p205"><i>May</i>, 1890</p>
</div1>

<div1 title="Index of Writers" progress="94.30%" prev="notes" next="findex" id="windex">
<pb n="362" id="windex-Page_362" />
<h3 id="windex-p0.1">INDEX OF WRITERS
<br /><small id="windex-p0.3">WITH DATES OF BIRTH AND DEATH</small></h3>

<dl id="windex-p0.4">
<dt id="windex-p0.5">A<small id="windex-p0.6">DDISON</small>, Joseph (1672-1719) <a href="#h174" id="windex-p0.7"><small id="windex-p0.8">CLXXIV</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.9">CLXXVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.10">A<small id="windex-p0.11">LEXANDER</small>, Cecil Frances (----) <a href="#h397" id="windex-p0.12"><small id="windex-p0.13">CCCXCVII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.14">A<small id="windex-p0.15">LEXANDER</small>, William: Bishop (----) <a href="#h396" id="windex-p0.16"><small id="windex-p0.17">CCCXCVI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.18">A<small id="windex-p0.19">LFORD</small>, Henry (1810-1871) <a href="#h299" id="windex-p0.20"><small id="windex-p0.21">CCXCIX</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.22">A<small id="windex-p0.23">USTIN</small>, John (1613-1669) <a href="#h162" id="windex-p0.24"><small id="windex-p0.25">CLXII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.26">CLXVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.27">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.28">B<small id="windex-p0.29">ARBAULD</small>, Anna Laetitia (1743-1825) <a href="#h244" id="windex-p0.30"><small id="windex-p0.31">CCXLIV</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.32">CCXLV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.33">B<small id="windex-p0.34">ARNES</small>, Barnabe (1568-9-1609) <a href="#h013" id="windex-p0.35"><small id="windex-p0.36">XIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.37">XV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.38">B<small id="windex-p0.39">ARNES</small>, William (1801-1886) <a href="#h331" id="windex-p0.40"><small id="windex-p0.41">CCCXXXI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.42">CCCXXXVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.43">B<small id="windex-p0.44">AXTER</small>, Richard (1615-1691) <a href="#h159" id="windex-p0.45"><small id="windex-p0.46">CLIX</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.47">B<small id="windex-p0.48">EAUMONT</small>, Joseph (1615-1699) <a href="#h142" id="windex-p0.49"><small id="windex-p0.50">CXLII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.51">CXLVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.52">B<small id="windex-p0.53">LAKE</small>, William (1757-1827) <a href="#h235" id="windex-p0.54"><small id="windex-p0.55">CCXXXV</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.56">CCXXXVIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.57">B<small id="windex-p0.58">OLTON</small>, Edmund (16th and 17th Centuries) <a href="#h009" id="windex-p0.59"><small id="windex-p0.60">IX</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.61">B<small id="windex-p0.62">ONAR</small>, Horatius (----) <a href="#h393" id="windex-p0.63"><small id="windex-p0.64">CCCXCIII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.65">CCCXCIV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.66">B<small id="windex-p0.67">ROWNE</small>, Thomas (1605-1682) <a href="#h087" id="windex-p0.68"><small id="windex-p0.69">LXXXVII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.70">B<small id="windex-p0.71">RUCE</small>, Michael (1746-1767) <a href="#h205" id="windex-p0.72"><small id="windex-p0.73">CCV</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.74">CCVII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.75">B<small id="windex-p0.76">URNS</small>, Robert (1759-1796) <a href="#h234" id="windex-p0.77"><small id="windex-p0.78">CCXXXIV</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.79">B<small id="windex-p0.80">YROM</small>, John (1691-1763) <a href="#h202" id="windex-p0.81"><small id="windex-p0.82">CCII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.83">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.84">C<small id="windex-p0.85">AMPION</small>, Thomas (c. 1567-1620) <a href="#h021" id="windex-p0.86"><small id="windex-p0.87">XXI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.88">XXV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.89">C<small id="windex-p0.90">ENNICK</small>, John (1718-1755) <a href="#h223" id="windex-p0.91"><small id="windex-p0.92">CCXXIII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.93">C<small id="windex-p0.94">LOUGH</small>, Arthur Hugh (1819-1861) <a href="#h346" id="windex-p0.95"><small id="windex-p0.96">CCCXLVI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.97">C<small id="windex-p0.98">OLERIDGE</small>, Hartley (1796-1849) <a href="#h300" id="windex-p0.99"><small id="windex-p0.100">CCC</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.101">CCCII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.102">C<small id="windex-p0.103">OWLEY</small>, Abraham (1618-1667) <a href="#h172" id="windex-p0.104"><small id="windex-p0.105">CLXXII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.106">C<small id="windex-p0.107">OWPER</small>, William (1731-1800) <a href="#h228" id="windex-p0.108"><small id="windex-p0.109">CCXXVIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.110">CCXXXIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.111">C<small id="windex-p0.112">RASHAW</small>, Richard (1612-3-1649) <a href="#h139" id="windex-p0.113"><small id="windex-p0.114">CXXXIX</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.115">CXLI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.116">C<small id="windex-p0.117">ROSSMAN</small>, Samuel (1624?-1684) <a href="#h160" id="windex-p0.118"><small id="windex-p0.119">CLX</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.120">CLXI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.121">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.122">D<small id="windex-p0.123">AVENANT</small>, William (1605-1668) <a href="#h086" id="windex-p0.124"><small id="windex-p0.125">LXXXVI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.126">D<small id="windex-p0.127">ENNY</small>, Edward (1796-1889) <a href="#h392" id="windex-p0.128"><small id="windex-p0.129">CCCXCII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.130">D<small id="windex-p0.131">ODDRIDGE</small>, Philip (1702-1751) <a href="#h198" id="windex-p0.132"><small id="windex-p0.133">CXCVIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.134">CCI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.135">D<small id="windex-p0.136">ONNE</small>, John (1573-1631) <a href="#h017" id="windex-p0.137"><small id="windex-p0.138">XVII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.139">XX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.140">D<small id="windex-p0.141">RUMMOND</small>, William (1585-1649) <a href="#h030" id="windex-p0.142"><small id="windex-p0.143">XXX</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.144">XXXV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.145">D<small id="windex-p0.146">RYDEN</small>, John (1631-1700) <a href="#h173" id="windex-p0.147"><small id="windex-p0.148">CLXXIII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.149">D<small id="windex-p0.150">UNBAR</small>, William (c. 1460-d. bef. 1530) <a href="#h001" id="windex-p0.151"><small id="windex-p0.152">I</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.153">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.154">E<small id="windex-p0.155">LLERTON</small>, John <a href="#h399" id="windex-p0.156"><small id="windex-p0.157">CCCXCIX</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.158">
<pb n="363" id="windex-Page_363" />
 </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.159">F<small id="windex-p0.160">ABER</small>, Frederick William (1814-1863) <a href="#h402" id="windex-p0.161"><small id="windex-p0.162">CCCCII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.163">CCCCVII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.164">F<small id="windex-p0.165">ANE</small>, Mildmay: Earl of Westmoreland (1601-1665) <a href="#h096" id="windex-p0.166"><small id="windex-p0.167">XCVI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.168">F<small id="windex-p0.169">RASER</small>-T<small id="windex-p0.170">YTLER</small>, C. C. (Mrs. Edward Liddell), (----), <a href="#h384" id="windex-p0.171"><small id="windex-p0.172">CCCLXXXIV</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.173">CCCLXXXVII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.174">F<small id="windex-p0.175">ROUDE</small>, Richard Hurrell (1803-1836) <a href="#h351" id="windex-p0.176"><small id="windex-p0.177">CCCLI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.178">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.179">G<small id="windex-p0.180">IFFORD</small>, Humfrey (16th Century) <a href="#h007" id="windex-p0.181"><small id="windex-p0.182">VII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.183">G<small id="windex-p0.184">RANT</small>, Robert (1785-1838) <a href="#h242" id="windex-p0.185"><small id="windex-p0.186">CCXLII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.187">CCXLIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.188">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.189">H<small id="windex-p0.190">ABINGTON</small>, William (1605-1654) <a href="#h072" id="windex-p0.191"><small id="windex-p0.192">LXXII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.193">LXXVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.194">H<small id="windex-p0.195">ARVEY</small>, Christopher (c. 1597-1663) <a href="#h071" id="windex-p0.196"><small id="windex-p0.197">LXXI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.198">H<small id="windex-p0.199">EBER</small>, Reginald: Bishop (1783-1826) <a href="#h246" id="windex-p0.200"><small id="windex-p0.201">CCXLVI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.202">CCLV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.203">H<small id="windex-p0.204">ERBERT</small>, George (1593-1633) <a href="#h037" id="windex-p0.205"><small id="windex-p0.206">XXXVII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.207">LXX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.208">H<small id="windex-p0.209">ERRICK</small>, Robert (1591-1674) <a href="#h090" id="windex-p0.210"><small id="windex-p0.211">XC</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.212">XCV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.213">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.214">J<small id="windex-p0.215">ONSON</small>, Ben (1574-1637) <a href="#h028" id="windex-p0.216"><small id="windex-p0.217">XXVIII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.218">XXIX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.219">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.220">K<small id="windex-p0.221">EBLE</small>, John (1792-1866) <a href="#h267" id="windex-p0.222"><small id="windex-p0.223">CCLXVII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.224">CCLXXXIX</small>: <a href="#h312" id="windex-p0.225"><small id="windex-p0.226">CCCXII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.227">CCCXXX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.228">K<small id="windex-p0.229">EN</small>, Thomas: Bishop (1637-1711) <a href="#h177" id="windex-p0.230"><small id="windex-p0.231">CLXXVII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.232">CLXXXVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.233">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.234">L<small id="windex-p0.235">YTE</small>, Henry Francis (1793-1847) <a href="#h304" id="windex-p0.236"><small id="windex-p0.237">CCCIV</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.238">CCCXI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.239">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.240">M<small id="windex-p0.241">ARVELL</small>, Andrew (1621-1678) <a href="#h099" id="windex-p0.242"><small id="windex-p0.243">XCIX</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.244">C</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.245">M<small id="windex-p0.246">ASON</small>, John (---- 1694) <a href="#h167" id="windex-p0.247"><small id="windex-p0.248">CLXVII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.249">CLXIX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.250">M<small id="windex-p0.251">ILMAN</small>, Henry Hart (1791-1868) <a href="#h256" id="windex-p0.252"><small id="windex-p0.253">CCLVI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.254">CCLVII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.255">M<small id="windex-p0.256">ILTON</small>, John (1608-1674) <a href="#h081" id="windex-p0.257"><small id="windex-p0.258">LXXXI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.259">LXXXV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.260">M<small id="windex-p0.261">ONTGOMERY</small>, James (1771-1854) <a href="#h239" id="windex-p0.262"><small id="windex-p0.263">CCXXXIX</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.264">CCXLI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.265">M<small id="windex-p0.266">ORE</small>, Henry (1614-1687) <a href="#h147" id="windex-p0.267"><small id="windex-p0.268">CXLVII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.269">CXLVIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.270">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.271">N<small id="windex-p0.272">AIRN</small>, Carolina: Baroness (1766-1845) <a href="#h303" id="windex-p0.273"><small id="windex-p0.274">CCCIII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.275">N<small id="windex-p0.276">EWMAN</small>, John Henry: Cardinal (----) <a href="#h352" id="windex-p0.277"><small id="windex-p0.278">CCCLII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.279">CCCLXXXIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.280">N<small id="windex-p0.281">EWTON</small>, John (1725-1807) <a href="#h224" id="windex-p0.282"><small id="windex-p0.283">CCXXIV</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.284">CCXXVII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.285">N<small id="windex-p0.286">ORRIS</small>, John (1657-1711) <a href="#h149" id="windex-p0.287"><small id="windex-p0.288">CXLIX</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.289">CL</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.290">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.291">O<small id="windex-p0.292">LIVERS</small>, Thomas (1725-1799) <a href="#h208" id="windex-p0.293"><small id="windex-p0.294">CCVIII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.295">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.296">P<small id="windex-p0.297">ATMORE</small>, Coventry (----) <a href="#h345" id="windex-p0.298"><small id="windex-p0.299">CCCXLV</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.300">P<small id="windex-p0.301">ESTEL</small>, Thomas (17th Century) <a href="#h088" id="windex-p0.302"><small id="windex-p0.303">LXXXVIII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.304">LXXXIX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.305">P<small id="windex-p0.306">OMFRET</small>, John (1667-1703) <a href="#h188" id="windex-p0.307"><small id="windex-p0.308">CLXXXVIII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.309">P<small id="windex-p0.310">ROCTER</small>, Adelaide Anne (1835-1864) <a href="#h337" id="windex-p0.311"><small id="windex-p0.312">CCCXXXVII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.313">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.314">Q<small id="windex-p0.315">UARLES</small>, Francis (1592-1644) <a href="#h151" id="windex-p0.316"><small id="windex-p0.317">CLI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.318">CLIV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.319">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.320">R<small id="windex-p0.321">OSSETTI</small>, Christina G. (----) <a href="#h338" id="windex-p0.322"><small id="windex-p0.323">CCCXXXVIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.324">CCCXLI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.325">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.326">S<small id="windex-p0.327">HAIRP</small>, John Campbell (1819-1885) <a href="#h347" id="windex-p0.328"><small id="windex-p0.329">CCCXLVII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.330">CCCL</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.331">S<small id="windex-p0.332">HAKESPEARE</small>, William (1564-1616) <a href="#h006" id="windex-p0.333"><small id="windex-p0.334">VI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.335">
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S<small id="windex-p0.336">HARP</small>, John (----) <a href="#h388" id="windex-p0.337"><small id="windex-p0.338">CCCLXXXVIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.339">CCCXCI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.340">S<small id="windex-p0.341">HEPHERD</small>, Thomas (1665-1739) <a href="#h170" id="windex-p0.342"><small id="windex-p0.343">CLXX</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.344">S<small id="windex-p0.345">IDNEY</small>, Philip (1554-1586) <a href="#h005" id="windex-p0.346"><small id="windex-p0.347">V</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.348">S<small id="windex-p0.349">KELTON</small>, Philip (1707-1787) <a href="#h222" id="windex-p0.350"><small id="windex-p0.351">CCXXII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.352">S<small id="windex-p0.353">MART</small>, Christopher (1722-1770) <a href="#h203" id="windex-p0.354"><small id="windex-p0.355">CCIII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.356">CCIV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.357">S<small id="windex-p0.358">OUTHWELL</small>, Robert (1560-1-1595) <a href="#h010" id="windex-p0.359"><small id="windex-p0.360">X</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.361">XI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.362">S<small id="windex-p0.363">PENSER</small>, Edmund (c. 1552-1599) <a href="#h004" id="windex-p0.364"><small id="windex-p0.365">IV</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.366">S<small id="windex-p0.367">TANLEY</small>, Arthur Penrhyn (1815-1881) <a href="#h395" id="windex-p0.368"><small id="windex-p0.369">CCCXCV</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.370">S<small id="windex-p0.371">UTTON</small>, Henry Septimus (----) <a href="#h342" id="windex-p0.372"><small id="windex-p0.373">CCCXLII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.374">CCCXLIV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.375">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.376">T<small id="windex-p0.377">ATE</small>, Nahum (1652-1715) <a href="#h187" id="windex-p0.378"><small id="windex-p0.379">CLXXXVII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.380">T<small id="windex-p0.381">AYLOR</small>, Jeremy: Bishop (1613-1667) <a href="#h157" id="windex-p0.382"><small id="windex-p0.383">CLVII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.384">CLVIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.385">T<small id="windex-p0.386">ENNYSON</small>, Alfred: Lord (----) <a href="#h419" id="windex-p0.387"><small id="windex-p0.388">CCCCXIX</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.389">CCCCXXIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.390">T<small id="windex-p0.391">ENNYSON</small>, Emily: Lady (----) <a href="#h417" id="windex-p0.392"><small id="windex-p0.393">CCCCXVII</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.394">CCCCXVIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.395">T<small id="windex-p0.396">ENNYSON</small>, Frederick (----) <a href="#h411" id="windex-p0.397"><small id="windex-p0.398">CCCCXI</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.399">T<small id="windex-p0.400">OPLADY</small>, Augustus Montague (1740-1778) <a href="#h209" id="windex-p0.401"><small id="windex-p0.402">CCIX</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.403">CCXII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.404">T<small id="windex-p0.405">RENCH</small>, Richard Chenevix: Archbishop (1807-1886) <a href="#h290" id="windex-p0.406"><small id="windex-p0.407">CCXC</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.408">CCXCVIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.409">T<small id="windex-p0.410">URNER</small>, Charles Tennyson (1808-1879) <a href="#h412" id="windex-p0.411"><small id="windex-p0.412">CCCCXII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.413">CCCCXVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.414">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.415">V<small id="windex-p0.416">AUGHAN</small>, Henry (1622-1695) <a href="#h101" id="windex-p0.417"><small id="windex-p0.418">CI</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.419">CXXXVIII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.420">V<small id="windex-p0.421">AUX</small>, Thomas: Lord (1510-c. 1557) <small id="windex-p0.422">II</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.423">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.424">W<small id="windex-p0.425">ARING</small>, Anna Laetitia (----) <a href="#h400" id="windex-p0.426"><small id="windex-p0.427">CCCC</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.428">CCCCI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.429">W<small id="windex-p0.430">ATTS</small>, Isaac (1674-1748) <a href="#h189" id="windex-p0.431"><small id="windex-p0.432">CLXXXIX</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.433">CXCVII</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.434">W<small id="windex-p0.435">ESLEY</small>, Charles (1708-1788) <a href="#h213" id="windex-p0.436"><small id="windex-p0.437">CCXIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.438">CCXXI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.439">W<small id="windex-p0.440">ITHER</small>, George (1588-1667) <a href="#h155" id="windex-p0.441"><small id="windex-p0.442">CLV</small></a>, <small id="windex-p0.443">CLVI</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.444">W<small id="windex-p0.445">ILTON</small>, Richard (----) <a href="#h408" id="windex-p0.446"><small id="windex-p0.447">CCCCVIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.448">CCCCX</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.449">W<small id="windex-p0.450">ORDSWORTH</small>, Christopher: Bishop (1807-1885) <a href="#h398" id="windex-p0.451"><small id="windex-p0.452">CCCXCVIII</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.453">W<small id="windex-p0.454">ORDSWORTH</small>, William (1770-1850) <a href="#h258" id="windex-p0.455"><small id="windex-p0.456">CCLVIII</small></a>-<small id="windex-p0.457">CCLXV</small></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.458">W<small id="windex-p0.459">OTTON</small>, Henry (1568-1639) <a href="#h079" id="windex-p0.460"><small id="windex-p0.461">LXXIX</small></a></dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.462">  </dt>
<dt id="windex-p0.463">A<small id="windex-p0.464">NONYMOUS</small>: <a href="#h003" id="windex-p0.465"><small id="windex-p0.466">III</small></a>, <a href="#h008" id="windex-p0.467"><small id="windex-p0.468">VIII</small></a>,
<a href="#h012" id="windex-p0.469"><small id="windex-p0.470">XII</small></a>, <a href="#h016" id="windex-p0.471"><small id="windex-p0.472">XVI</small></a>, <a href="#h026" id="windex-p0.473"><small id="windex-p0.474">XXVI</small></a>,
<a href="#h027" id="windex-p0.475"><small id="windex-p0.476">XXVII</small></a>, <a href="#h036" id="windex-p0.477"><small id="windex-p0.478">XXXVI</small></a>,
<a href="#h077" id="windex-p0.479"><small id="windex-p0.480">LXXVII</small></a>, <a href="#h078" id="windex-p0.481"><small id="windex-p0.482">LXXVIII</small></a>,
<a href="#h080" id="windex-p0.483"><small id="windex-p0.484">LXXX</small></a>, <a href="#h097" id="windex-p0.485"><small id="windex-p0.486">XCVII</small></a>, <a href="#h098" id="windex-p0.487"><small id="windex-p0.488">XCVIII</small></a>,
<a href="#h171" id="windex-p0.489"><small id="windex-p0.490">CLXXI</small></a>, <a href="#h392" id="windex-p0.491"><small id="windex-p0.492">CCCXCII</small></a><note n="219" id="windex-p0.493"><a href="#notes-p201.3" id="windex-p0.494">See page 361</a></note>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p1"><a href="#h258" id="findex-p1.1">A rock there is whose homely front</a>                            200</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p2"><a href="#h186" id="findex-p2.1">A saint, to few but God well known</a>                            151</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p3"><a href="#h065" id="findex-p3.1">A wreathed garland of deserved praise</a>                          48</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p4"><a href="#h310" id="findex-p4.1">Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide</a>                        247</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p5"><a href="#h304" id="findex-p5.1">Again, O Lord, I ope my eyes</a>                                  242</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p6"><a href="#h334" id="findex-p6.1">Ah! ev'ry day mid bring a while</a>                               267</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p7"><a href="#h210" id="findex-p7.1">Ah! give me, Lord, the single eye</a>                             170</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p8"><a href="#h136" id="findex-p8.1">Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry</a>             108</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p9"><a href="#h170" id="findex-p9.1">Alas, my God, that we should be</a>                               136</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p10"><a href="#h071" id="findex-p10.1">Alas! my Lord is going</a>                                         51</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p11"><a href="#h044" id="findex-p11.1">All after pleasures as I rid one day</a>                           32</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p12"><a href="#h218" id="findex-p12.1">All praise to Him who dwells in bliss</a>                         175</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p13"><a href="#h206" id="findex-p13.1">Almighty Father of mankind</a>                                    167</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p14"><a href="#h118" id="findex-p14.1">And do they so! have they a sense</a>                              91</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p15"><a href="#h225" id="findex-p15.1">Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat</a>                             180</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p16"><a href="#h031" id="findex-p16.1">As are those apples, pleasant to the eye</a>                       25</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p17"><a href="#h018" id="findex-p17.1">As due by many titles, I resign</a>                                19</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p18"><a href="#h010" id="findex-p18.1">As I in hoary Winter's night stood shivering in the snow</a>       14</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p19"><a href="#h332" id="findex-p19.1">As I wer readen ov a stwone</a>                                   265</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p20"><a href="#h185" id="findex-p20.1">As in the night I restless lie</a>                                150</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p21"><a href="#h413" id="findex-p21.1">As on my bed at dawn I mused and pray'd</a>                       321</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p22"><a href="#h408" id="findex-p22.1">At midnight, when yon azure fields on high</a>                    318</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p23"><a href="#h411" id="findex-p23.1">At noon a shower had fallen, and the clime</a>                    319</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p24"><a href="#h410" id="findex-p24.1">At the Lord's Table waiting, robed and stoled</a>                 319</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p25"><a href="#h019" id="findex-p25.1">At the round earth's imagined corners blow</a>                     19</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p26"><a href="#h281" id="findex-p26.1">Ave Maria! blessed Maid</a>                                       223</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p27"><a href="#h333" id="findex-p27.1">Avore the time when zuns went down</a>                            266</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p28"><a href="#h177" id="findex-p28.1">Awake, my Soul, and with the sun</a>                              142</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p29"><a href="#h245" id="findex-p29.1">Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes</a>                            193</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p30"><a href="#h059" id="findex-p30.1">Away, despair! my gracious Lord doth hear</a>                      44</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p31"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p32"><a href="#h155" id="findex-p32.1">Behold the sun, that seem'd but now</a>                           135</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p33"><a href="#h166" id="findex-p33.1">Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee</a>                            134</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p34"><a href="#h032" id="findex-p34.1">Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep</a>                          25</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p35"><a href="#h255" id="findex-p35.1">Beneath our feet and o'er our head</a>                            198</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p36"><a href="#h300" id="findex-p36.1">Be not afraid to pray--to pray is right</a>                       240</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p37"><a href="#h329" id="findex-p37.1">Bethlehem, above all cities blest</a>                             263</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p38"><a href="#h282" id="findex-p38.1">Bless'd are the pure in heart</a>                                 223</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p39"><a href="#h162" id="findex-p39.1">Blest be Thy love, dear Lord</a>                                  130</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p40"><a href="#h084" id="findex-p40.1">Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy</a>                  67</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p41"><a href="#h128" id="findex-p41.1">Bright Queen of Heaven? God's Virgin Spouse</a>                    99</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p42"><a href="#h106" id="findex-p42.1">Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss</a>              82</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p43"><a href="#h246" id="findex-p43.1">Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning</a>                 194</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p44"><a href="#h251" id="findex-p44.1">By cool Siloam's shady rill</a>                                   196</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p45"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p46"><a href="#h236" id="findex-p46.1">Can I see another's woe</a>                                       186</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p47"><a href="#h223" id="findex-p47.1">Children of the Heavenly King</a>                                 179</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p48"><a href="#h217" id="findex-p48.1">Christ, Whose glory fills the skies</a>                           175</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p49"><a href="#h153" id="findex-p49.1">Close now thine eyes, and rest secure</a>                         123</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p50"><a href="#h220" id="findex-p50.1">Come, let us join our friends above</a>                           176</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p51"><a href="#h215" id="findex-p51.1">Come, O Thou Traveller unknown</a>                                172</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p52"><a href="#h213" id="findex-p52.1">Come, Thou long-expected Jesus</a>                                171</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p53"><a href="#h139" id="findex-p53.1">Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight</a>                         111</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p54"><a href="#h212" id="findex-p54.1">Compared with Christ, in all beside</a>                           171</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p55"><a href="#h173" id="findex-p55.1">Creator Spirit, by whose aid</a>                                  138</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p56"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p57"><a href="#h129" id="findex-p57.1">Dear, beauteous Saint! more white than Day</a>                    100</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p58"><a href="#h261" id="findex-p58.1">Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs</a>             204</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p59"><a href="#h101" id="findex-p59.1">Dear Lord, 'tis finish'd! and now he</a>                           79</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p60"><a href="#h068" id="findex-p60.1">Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing</a>                 50</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p61"><a href="#h374" id="findex-p61.1">Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear</a>                  294</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p62"><a href="#h260" id="findex-p62.1">Doom'd as we are our native dust</a>                              203</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p63"><a href="#h287" id="findex-p63.1">Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil</a>                         230</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p64"><a href="#h325" id="findex-p64.1">Draw near as early as we may</a>                                  260</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p65"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p66"><a href="#h096" id="findex-p66.1">Each thing below here hath its day</a>                             75</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p67"><a href="#h362" id="findex-p67.1">Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears</a>                 288</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p68"><a href="#h151" id="findex-p68.1">E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks</a>                     121</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p69"><a href="#h108" id="findex-p69.1">Eternal God! Maker of all</a>                                      83</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p70"><a href="#h079" id="findex-p70.1">Eternal Mover, whose diffused glory</a>                            58</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p71"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p72"><a href="#h163" id="findex-p72.1">Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee</a>                         131</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p73"><a href="#h110" id="findex-p73.1">Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shades</a>                      85</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p74"><a href="#h191" id="findex-p74.1">Fairest of all the lights above</a>                               155</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p75"><a href="#h088" id="findex-p75.1">Fairest of morning lights appear</a>                               69</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p76"><a href="#h323" id="findex-p76.1">Far, far on other isles</a>                                       259</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p77"><a href="#h233" id="findex-p77.1">Far from the world, O Lord, I flee</a>                            184</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p78"><a href="#h083" id="findex-p78.1">Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race</a>                  67</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p79"><a href="#h239" id="findex-p79.1">For ever with the Lord</a>                                        188</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p80"><a href="#h145" id="findex-p80.1">Fountain of Sweets! Eternal Dove</a>                              116</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p81"><a href="#h086" id="findex-p81.1">Frail Life! in which, through mists of human breath</a>            68</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p82"><a href="#h119" id="findex-p82.1">Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face</a>                  92</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p83"><a href="#h406" id="findex-p83.1">From pain to pain, from woe to woe</a>                            317</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p84"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p85"><a href="#h314" id="findex-p85.1">Give me a tender spotless child</a>                               252</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p86"><a href="#h341" id="findex-p86.1">Give me the lowest place: not that I dare</a>                     274</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p87"><a href="#h196" id="findex-p87.1">Give me the wings of faith to rise</a>                            158</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p88"><a href="#h263" id="findex-p88.1">Glory to God! and to the Power Who came</a>                       204</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p89"><a href="#h178" id="findex-p89.1">Glory to Thee, my God, this night</a>                             144</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p90"><a href="#h399" id="findex-p90.1">God of the living, in Whose eyes</a>                              311</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p91"><a href="#h254" id="findex-p91.1">God that madest Earth and Heaven</a>                              198</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p92"><a href="#h400" id="findex-p92.1">Go not far from me, O my strength</a>                             312</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p93"><a href="#h418" id="findex-p93.1">Great God Who knowest each man's need</a>                         323</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p94"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p95"><a href="#h305" id="findex-p95.1">Hail, scenes of holy grandeur! hail</a>                           243</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p96"><a href="#h141" id="findex-p96.1">Happy me! O happy sheep</a>                                       112</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p97"><a href="#h102" id="findex-p97.1">Happy those early days, when I</a>                                 80</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p98"><a href="#h216" id="findex-p98.1">Hark! how all the welkin rings</a>                                174</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p99"><a href="#h054" id="findex-p99.1">Hark how the birds do sing</a>                                     40</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p100"><a href="#h164" id="findex-p100.1">Hark, my soul, how every thing</a>                                132</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p101"><a href="#h229" id="findex-p101.1">Hark, my soul! it is the Lord</a>                                 182</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p102"><a href="#h201" id="findex-p102.1">Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes</a>                        161</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p103"><a href="#h398" id="findex-p103.1">Hark, the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea</a>   311</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p104"><a href="#h029" id="findex-p104.1">Hear me, O God</a>                                                 24</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p105"><a href="#h195" id="findex-p105.1">Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims</a>                     157</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p106"><a href="#h318" id="findex-p106.1">Heaven in the depth and height is seen</a>                        255</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p107"><a href="#h013" id="findex-p107.1">Heavenly Messias, sweet anointed King</a>                          16</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p108"><a href="#h395" id="findex-p108.1">He is gone--beyond the skies</a>                                  309</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p109"><a href="#h008" id="findex-p109.1">Here is the spring where waters flow</a>                           12</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p110"><a href="#h421" id="findex-p110.1">Her eyes are homes of silent prayer</a>                           324</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p111"><a href="#h204" id="findex-p111.1">He sang of God--the mighty source</a>                             164</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p112"><a href="#h016" id="findex-p112.1">Hierusalem, my happy home</a>                                      17</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p113"><a href="#h123" id="findex-p113.1">Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night</a>                    96</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p114"><a href="#h249" id="findex-p114.1">Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty</a>                           195</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p115"><a href="#h326" id="findex-p115.1">Holy is the sick man's room</a>                                   260</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p116"><a href="#h174" id="findex-p116.1">How are Thy servants blest, O Lord</a>                            139</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p117"><a href="#h343" id="findex-p117.1">How beautiful it is to be alive</a>                               275</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p118"><a href="#h061" id="findex-p118.1">How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean</a>                         46</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p119"><a href="#h149" id="findex-p119.1">How long, great God, how long must I</a>                          120</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p120"><a href="#h415" id="findex-p120.1">How peacefully the broad and golden moon</a>                      322</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p121"><a href="#h169" id="findex-p121.1">How shall I sing that Majesty</a>                                 135</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p122"><a href="#h049" id="findex-p122.1">How soon doth man decay</a>                                        35</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p123"><a href="#h226" id="findex-p123.1">How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds</a>                            180</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p124"><a href="#h288" id="findex-p124.1">Hues of the rich unfolding morn</a>                               231</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p125"><a href="#h197" id="findex-p125.1">Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber</a>                          158</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p126"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p127"><a href="#h103" id="findex-p127.1">I cannot reach it; And my striving eye</a>                         81</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p128"><a href="#h337" id="findex-p128.1">I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be</a>                        270</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p129"><a href="#h349" id="findex-p129.1">I have a life with Christ to live</a>                             280</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p130"><a href="#h394" id="findex-p130.1">I heard the voice of Jesus say</a>                                308</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p131"><a href="#h409" id="findex-p131.1">I landed on Iona's holy isle</a>                                  319</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p132"><a href="#h271" id="findex-p132.1">I mark'd a rainbow in the north</a>                               212</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p133"><a href="#h316" id="findex-p133.1">I mark'd when vernal meads were bright</a>                        253</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p134"><a href="#h181" id="findex-p134.1">I oft recal the moments dear</a>                                  147</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p135"><a href="#h250" id="findex-p135.1">I praised the Earth, in beauty seen</a>                           196</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p136"><a href="#h381" id="findex-p136.1">I rise and raise my clasped hands to Thee</a>                     300</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p137"><a href="#h160" id="findex-p137.1">1 said sometimes with tears</a>                                   128</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p138"><a href="#h131" id="findex-p138.1">I saw Eternity the other night</a>                                102</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p139"><a href="#h355" id="findex-p139.1">I saw thee once, and nought discern'd</a>                         284</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p140"><a href="#h182" id="findex-p140.1">1 saw this day a miser old</a>                                    147</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p141"><a href="#h290" id="findex-p141.1">I say to thee, do thou repeat</a>                                 234</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p142"><a href="#h028" id="findex-p142.1">I sing the birth was born to-night</a>                             23</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p143"><a href="#h098" id="findex-p143.1">I sought for Peace, but could not find</a>                         77</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p144"><a href="#h327" id="findex-p144.1">I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd</a>                   261</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p145"><a href="#h056" id="findex-p145.1">I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay</a>                     41</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p146"><a href="#h121" id="findex-p146.1">I walk'd the other day, (to spend my hour)</a>                     93</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p147"><a href="#h405" id="findex-p147.1">I worship Thee, sweet Will of God</a>                             316</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p148"><a href="#h336" id="findex-p148.1">I'd a dream to-night</a>                                          269</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p149"><a href="#h303" id="findex-p149.1">I'm wearin' awa', John</a>                                         241</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p150"><a href="#h070" id="findex-p150.1">Iesu is in my heart; His sacred name</a>                           51</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p151"><a href="#h116" id="findex-p151.1">If any have an ear</a>                                             89</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p152"><a href="#h027" id="findex-p152.1">If I could shut the gate against my thoughts</a>                   28</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p153"><a href="#h063" id="findex-p153.1">If we could see below</a>                                          43</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p154"><a href="#h296" id="findex-p154.1">If we with earnest effort could succeed</a>                       237</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p155"><a href="#h353" id="findex-p155.1">In childhood, when with eager eyes</a>                            283</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p156"><a href="#h224" id="findex-p156.1">In evil long I took delight</a>                                   179</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p157"><a href="#h386" id="findex-p157.1">In some lone walk through sunburnt fields</a>                     302</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p158"><a href="#h302" id="findex-p158.1">In stature perfect, and with every gift</a>                       241</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p159"><a href="#h339" id="findex-p159.1">In the bleak mid-winter</a>                                       272</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p160"><a href="#h095" id="findex-p160.1">In the hour of my distress</a>                                     74</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p161"><a href="#h090" id="findex-p161.1">In this world, (the Isle of Dreams)</a>                            71</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p162"><a href="#h299" id="findex-p162.1">In token that thou shalt not fear</a>                             239</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p163"><a href="#h192" id="findex-p163.1">Infinite Power, Eternal Lord</a>                                  155</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p164"><a href="#h264" id="findex-p164.1">It is a beauteous evening, calm and free</a>                      205</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p165"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p166"><a href="#h035" id="findex-p166.1">Jerusalem, that place divine</a>                                   26</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p167"><a href="#h200" id="findex-p167.1">Jesus! I love Thy charming name</a>                               160</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p168"><a href="#h221" id="findex-p168.1">Jesu, Lover of my soul</a>                                        177</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p169"><a href="#h402" id="findex-p169.1">Jesus! why dost Thou love me so</a>                               313</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p170"><a href="#h097" id="findex-p170.1">Justice doth call for vengeance on my sins</a>                     76</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p171"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p172"><a href="#h057" id="findex-p172.1">King of glory, King of peace</a>                                   42</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p173"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p174"><a href="#h214" id="findex-p174.1">Lamb of God, I look to Thee</a>                                   172</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p175"><a href="#h419" id="findex-p175.1">Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill</a>             323</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p176"><a href="#h358" id="findex-p176.1">Latest born of Jesse's race</a>                                   286</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p177"><a href="#h383" id="findex-p177.1">Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom</a>                 300</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p178"><a href="#h005" id="findex-p178.1">Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust</a>                   10</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p179"><a href="#h038" id="findex-p179.1">Let all the world in every corner sing</a>                         28</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p180"><a href="#h011" id="findex-p180.1">Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child</a> 15</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p181"><a href="#h026" id="findex-p181.1">Let not the sluggish sleep</a>                                     23</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p182"><a href="#h064" id="findex-p182.1">Let wits contest</a>                                               48</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p183"><a href="#h146" id="findex-p183.1">Lift up your, heads, great Gates, and sing</a>                    116</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p184"><a href="#h392" id="findex-p184.1">Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart</a>                           307</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p185"><a href="#h237" id="findex-p185.1">Little lamb, who made thee</a>                                    187</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p186"><a href="#h317" id="findex-p186.1">Lo, cast at random on the wild sea land</a>                       254</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p187"><a href="#h021" id="findex-p187.1">Lo, when back mine eye</a>                                         20</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p188"><a href="#h158" id="findex-p188.1">Lord, come away</a>                                               127</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p189"><a href="#h388" id="findex-p189.1">Lord, I have wrestled through the livelong night</a>              304</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p190"><a href="#h352" id="findex-p190.1">Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice</a>                        282</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p191"><a href="#h322" id="findex-p191.1">Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead</a>                          258</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p192"><a href="#h159" id="findex-p192.1">Lord, it belongs not to my care</a>                               128</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p193"><a href="#h211" id="findex-p193.1">Lord! it is not life to live</a>                                  171</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p194"><a href="#h328" id="findex-p194.1">Lord Jesus, loving hearts and dear</a>                            262</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p195"><a href="#h050" id="findex-p195.1">Lord, let the angels praise Thy name</a>                           36</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p196"><a href="#h048" id="findex-p196.1">Lord, make me coy and tender to offend</a>                         35</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p197"><a href="#h277" id="findex-p197.1">Lord of my heart, by Thy last cry</a>                             219</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p198"><a href="#h248" id="findex-p198.1">Lord of mercy and of might</a>                                    195</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p199"><a href="#h094" id="findex-p199.1">Lord, Thou hast given me a cell</a>                                73</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p200"><a href="#h295" id="findex-p200.1">Lord, weary of a painful way</a>                                  237</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p201"><a href="#h078" id="findex-p201.1">Lord, what unvalued pleasures crown'd</a>                          58</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p202"><a href="#h389" id="findex-p202.1">Lord, when I lift mine eyes to Thee</a>                           304</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p203"><a href="#h140" id="findex-p203.1">Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace</a>                       111</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p204"><a href="#h040" id="findex-p204.1">Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round</a>                 29</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p205"><a href="#h069" id="findex-p205.1">Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back</a>                    51</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p206"><a href="#h004" id="findex-p206.1">Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings</a>                          3</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p207"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p208"><a href="#h372" id="findex-p208.1">Man is permitted much</a>                                         293</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p209"><a href="#h042" id="findex-p209.1">Mark you the floor? that square and speckled stone</a>             30</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p210"><a href="#h052" id="findex-p210.1">Meeting with Time, 'Slack thing,' said I</a>                       38</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p211"><a href="#h207" id="findex-p211.1">Messiah! at Thy glad approach</a>                                 167</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p212"><a href="#h036" id="findex-p212.1">Methinks I draw but sickly breath</a>                              27</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p213"><a href="#h030" id="findex-p213.1">More oft than once Death whisper'd in mine ear</a>                 24</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p214"><a href="#h330" id="findex-p214.1">Mother of God! O, not in vain</a>                                 263</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p215"><a href="#h154" id="findex-p215.1">My glass is half unspent; Forbear t' arrest</a>                   123</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p216"><a href="#h111" id="findex-p216.1">My God and King! to Thee</a>                                       87</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p217"><a href="#h179" id="findex-p217.1">My God, now I from sleep awake</a>                                145</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p218"><a href="#h037" id="findex-p218.1">My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee</a>                28</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p219"><a href="#h039" id="findex-p219.1">My joy, my Life, my Crown</a>                                      29</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p220"><a href="#h345" id="findex-p220.1">My little son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes</a>                278</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p221"><a href="#h167" id="findex-p221.1">My Lord, my Love, was crucified</a>                               134</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p222"><a href="#h157" id="findex-p222.1">My soul doth pant towards Thee</a>                                126</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p223"><a href="#h117" id="findex-p223.1">My soul, there is a country</a>                                    90</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p224"><a href="#h202" id="findex-p224.1">My spirit longeth for Thee</a>                                    161</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p225"><a href="#h340" id="findex-p225.1">My sun has set, I dwell</a>                                       273</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p226"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p227"><a href="#h025" id="findex-p227.1">Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore</a>           22</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p228"><a href="#h143" id="findex-p228.1">Never yet could careless Sleep</a>                                114</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p229"><a href="#h189" id="findex-p229.1">No; 'tis in vain to seek for bliss</a>                            153</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p230"><a href="#h265" id="findex-p230.1">Not seldom, clad in radiant vest</a>                              205</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p231"><a href="#h001" id="findex-p231.1">Now gladdeth every living creature</a>                              1</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p232"><a href="#h321" id="findex-p232.1">Nurse, let me draw the baby's veil aside</a>                      257</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p233"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p234"><a href="#h354" id="findex-p234.1">O aged Saint? far off I heard</a>                                 284</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p235"><a href="#h109" id="findex-p235.1">O book! Life's guide! how shall we part</a>                        84</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p236"><a href="#h369" id="findex-p236.1">O comrade bold, of toil and pain</a>                              291</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p237"><a href="#h043" id="findex-p237.1">O Day most calm, most bright</a>                                   31</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p238"><a href="#h138" id="findex-p238.1">O day of life, of light, of love</a>                              110</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p239"><a href="#h180" id="findex-p239.1">O fool, of short-lived goods possest</a>                          146</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p240"><a href="#h112" id="findex-p240.1">O God! I know and do confess</a>                                   87</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p241"><a href="#h412" id="findex-p241.1">O God, impart Thy blessing to my cries</a>                        320</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p242"><a href="#h194" id="findex-p242.1">O God, our help in ages past</a>                                  157</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p243"><a href="#h012" id="findex-p243.1">O Gracious God, O Saviour sweet</a>                                15</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p244"><a href="#h382" id="findex-p244.1">O holiest Truth! how have I lied to Thee</a>                      300</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p245"><a href="#h188" id="findex-p245.1">O holy, holy, holy Lord</a>                                       153</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p246"><a href="#h370" id="findex-p246.1">O Holy Lord, who with the Children Three</a>                      292</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p247"><a href="#h104" id="findex-p247.1">O let me climb</a>                                                 81</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p248"><a href="#h373" id="findex-p248.1">O Lord, how wonderful in depth and height</a>                     294</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p249"><a href="#h230" id="findex-p249.1">O Lord, my best desire fulfil</a>                                 183</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p250"><a href="#h275" id="findex-p250.1">O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will</a>                          217</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p251"><a href="#h422" id="findex-p251.1">O man, forgive thy mortal foe</a>                                 325</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p252"><a href="#h007" id="findex-p252.1">O Mighty God, Which for us men</a>                                 11</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p253"><a href="#h346" id="findex-p253.1">O only Source of all our light and life</a>                       279</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p254"><a href="#h089" id="findex-p254.1">O sing the glories of our Lord</a>                                 70</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p255"><a href="#h234" id="findex-p255.1">O thou unknown, Almighty Cause</a>                                185</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p256"><a href="#h107" id="findex-p256.1">O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love</a>                         83</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p257"><a href="#h092" id="findex-p257.1">O Years! and Age! Farewell</a>                                     72</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p258"><a href="#h312" id="findex-p258.1">Oft have I read of sunny realms, where skies are pure at even</a> 249</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p259"><a href="#h293" id="findex-p259.1">Oh blessing, wearing semblance of a curse</a>                     236</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p260"><a href="#h407" id="findex-p260.1">Oh come and mourn with me awhile</a>                              317</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p261"><a href="#h253" id="findex-p261.1">Oh God that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day</a>    198</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p262"><a href="#h256" id="findex-p262.1">Oh help us, Lord! each hour of need</a>                           199</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p263"><a href="#h403" id="findex-p263.1">Oh I could go through all life's troubles singing</a>             314</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p264"><a href="#h286" id="findex-p264.1">Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes</a>                        229</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p265"><a href="#h292" id="findex-p265.1">Oh thou of dark forebodings drear</a>                             235</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p266"><a href="#h247" id="findex-p266.1">Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb</a>                          194</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p267"><a href="#h423" id="findex-p267.1">Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had seen him before</a> 325</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p268"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p269"><a href="#h311" id="findex-p269.1">Pleasant are Thy courts above</a>                                 248</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p270"><a href="#h006" id="findex-p270.1">Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth</a>                       11</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p271"><a href="#h244" id="findex-p271.1">Praise to God, immortal praise</a>                                192</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p272"><a href="#h379" id="findex-p272.1">Praise to the Holiest in the height</a>                      298, 299</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p273"><a href="#h241" id="findex-p273.1">Prayer is the soul's sincere desire</a>                           189</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p274"><a href="#h367" id="findex-p274.1">Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control</a>                    290</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p275"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p276"><a href="#h227" id="findex-p276.1">Quiet, Lord, my froward heart</a>                                 181</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p277"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p278"><a href="#h272" id="findex-p278.1">Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun</a>                     213</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p279"><a href="#h320" id="findex-p279.1">Rejoice in God alway</a>                                          256</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p280"><a href="#h080" id="findex-p280.1">Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven</a>                    59</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p281"><a href="#h209" id="findex-p281.1">Rock of Ages, cleft for me</a>                                    170</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p282"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p283"><a href="#h243" id="findex-p283.1">Saviour, when in dust to Thee</a>                                 191</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p284"><a href="#h364" id="findex-p284.1">Say, hast thou track'd a traveller's round</a>                    289</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p285"><a href="#h356" id="findex-p285.1">Say, who is he in deserts seen</a>                                285</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p286"><a href="#h023" id="findex-p286.1">Seek the Lord, and in His ways persever</a>                        22</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p287"><a href="#h307" id="findex-p287.1">She is not dead--she only sleeps</a>                              244</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p288"><a href="#h301" id="findex-p288.1">She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight</a>                  240</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p289"><a href="#h190" id="findex-p289.1">Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes</a>                         154</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p290"><a href="#h077" id="findex-p290.1">Show me more love, my dearest Lord</a>                             57</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p291"><a href="#h184" id="findex-p291.1">Sighs--whether swift to Heaven they rise</a>                      149</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p292"><a href="#h273" id="findex-p292.1">Sin is with man at morning-break</a>                              215</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p293"><a href="#h114" id="findex-p293.1">Since I in storms used most to be</a>                              88</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p294"><a href="#h148" id="findex-p294.1">Sing aloud, His praise rehearse</a>                               119</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p295"><a href="#h231" id="findex-p295.1">Sometimes a light surprises</a>                                   183</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p296"><a href="#h034" id="findex-p296.1">Soul, which to hell wast thrall</a>                                26</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p297"><a href="#h276" id="findex-p297.1">Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home</a>              218</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p298"><a href="#h122" id="findex-p298.1">Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs</a>                95</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p299"><a href="#h156" id="findex-p299.1">Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear</a>                          125</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p300"><a href="#h047" id="findex-p300.1">Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright</a>                         34</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p301"><a href="#h235" id="findex-p301.1">Sweet dreams, form a shade</a>                                    186</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p302"><a href="#h126" id="findex-p302.1">Sweet, harmless lives!--upon whose holy leisure</a>                97</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p303"><a href="#h009" id="findex-p303.1">Sweet Music, sweeter far</a>                                       13</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p304"><a href="#h053" id="findex-p304.1">Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell,--I humbly crave</a>            39</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p305"><a href="#h161" id="findex-p305.1">Sweet place, sweet place alone</a>                                129</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p306"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p307"><a href="#h378" id="findex-p307.1">Take me away, and in the lowest deep</a>                          298</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p308"><a href="#h262" id="findex-p308.1">Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense</a>                     204</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p309"><a href="#h067" id="findex-p309.1">Teach me, my God and King</a>                                      49</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p310"><a href="#h401" id="findex-p310.1">That was the Shepherd of the flock; He knew</a>                   313</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p311"><a href="#h331" id="findex-p311.1">The church do zeem a touchen zight</a>                            264</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p312"><a href="#h361" id="findex-p312.1">The Church shone brightly in her youthful days</a>                287</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p313"><a href="#h238" id="findex-p313.1">The door of death is made of gold</a>                             188</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p314"><a href="#h391" id="findex-p314.1">The flash of youthful light is past and gone</a>                  306</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p315"><a href="#h055" id="findex-p315.1">The fleet astronomer can bore</a>                                  40</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p316"><a href="#h208" id="findex-p316.1">The God of Abraham praise</a>                                     168</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p317"><a href="#h397" id="findex-p317.1">The golden gates are lifted up</a>                                310</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p318"><a href="#h172" id="findex-p318.1">The Holy Book, like the Eighth Sphere, does shine</a>             138</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p319"><a href="#h033" id="findex-p319.1">The last and greatest Herald of heaven's King</a>                  26</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p320"><a href="#h306" id="findex-p320.1">The Lord hath builded for Himself</a>                             244</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p321"><a href="#h228" id="findex-p321.1">The Lord will happiness divine</a>                                182</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p322"><a href="#h130" id="findex-p322.1">The lucky World shew'd me one day</a>                             101</p>
<pb n="372" id="findex-Page_372" />
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p323"><a href="#h051" id="findex-p323.1">The merry World did on a day</a>                                   37</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p324"><a href="#h284" id="findex-p324.1">The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare</a>                          226</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p325"><a href="#h387" id="findex-p325.1">The night is come, and all the world is still</a>                 303</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p326"><a href="#h376" id="findex-p326.1">The number of Thine own complete</a>                              296</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p327"><a href="#h183" id="findex-p327.1">The Past can be no more</a>                                       149</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p328"><a href="#h003" id="findex-p328.1">The pleasant years that seem, so swift that run</a>                 3</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p329"><a href="#h278" id="findex-p329.1">The Son of God in doing good</a>                                  219</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p330"><a href="#h308" id="findex-p330.1">The song of God, so nobly sung</a>                                245</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p331"><a href="#h252" id="findex-p331.1">The sound of war! In earth and air</a>                            197</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p332"><a href="#h176" id="findex-p332.1">The spacious firmament on high</a>                                141</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p333"><a href="#h360" id="findex-p333.1">The world has cycles in its course, when all</a>                  287</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p334"><a href="#h266" id="findex-p334.1">There is a book, who runs may read</a>                            206</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p335"><a href="#h168" id="findex-p335.1">There is a Stream, which issues forth</a>                         135</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p336"><a href="#h171" id="findex-p336.1">These sweeter far than lilies are</a>                             137</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p337"><a href="#h135" id="findex-p337.1">They are all gone into the world of light</a>                     107</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p338"><a href="#h338" id="findex-p338.1">This Advent moon shines cold and clear</a>                        270</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p339"><a href="#h294" id="findex-p339.1">This did not once so trouble me</a>                               236</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p340"><a href="#h081" id="findex-p340.1">This is the month, and this the happy morn</a>                     60</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p341"><a href="#h357" id="findex-p341.1">This is the Saint of gentleness and kindness</a>                  285</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p342"><a href="#h416" id="findex-p342.1">Tho' death met love upon thy dying smile</a>                      322</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p343"><a href="#h133" id="findex-p343.1">Thou art not Truth! for he that tries</a>                         104</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p344"><a href="#h091" id="findex-p344.1">Thou bidst me come away</a>                                        71</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p345"><a href="#h127" id="findex-p345.1">Thou cam'st from Heaven to Earth, that we</a>                      99</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p346"><a href="#h017" id="findex-p346.1">Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay</a>                    19</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p347"><a href="#h298" id="findex-p347.1">Thou inevitable Day</a>                                           238</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p348"><a href="#h134" id="findex-p348.1">Thou that know'st for whom I mourn</a>                            106</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p349"><a href="#h087" id="findex-p349.1">Thou Whose nature cannot sleep</a>                                 69</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p350"><a href="#h150" id="findex-p350.1">Through Contemplation's optics I have seen</a>                    121</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p351"><a href="#h125" id="findex-p351.1">Through that pure virgin shrine</a>                                97</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p352"><a href="#h066" id="findex-p352.1">Throw away Thy rod</a>                                             49</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p353"><a href="#h417" id="findex-p353.1">Thy servants pray, O hear us, Lord</a>                            323</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p354"><a href="#h393" id="findex-p354.1">Thy way, not mine, O Lord</a>                                     307</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p355"><a href="#h371" id="findex-p355.1">Time was, I shrank from what was right</a>                        292</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p356"><a href="#h075" id="findex-p356.1">Time! where didst thou those years inter</a>                       55</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p357"><a href="#h219" id="findex-p357.1">Times without number have I pray'd</a>                            176</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p358"><a href="#h289" id="findex-p358.1">'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze</a>                        233</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p359"><a href="#h319" id="findex-p359.1">'Tis only our dull hearts that tire so soon</a>                   255</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p360"><a href="#h270" id="findex-p360.1">'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun</a>                          210</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p361"><a href="#h222" id="findex-p361.1">To God, ye choir above, begin</a>                                 184</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p362"><a href="#h232" id="findex-p362.1">To keep the lamp alive</a>                                        189</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p363"><a href="#h297" id="findex-p363.1">To leave unseen so many a glorious sight</a>                      238</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p364"><a href="#h024" id="findex-p364.1">To music bent is my retired mind</a>                               22</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p365"><a href="#h240" id="findex-p365.1">To Thy temple I repair</a>                                        189</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p366"><a href="#h015" id="findex-p366.1">Triumphant conqueror of death and hell</a>                         17</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p367"><a href="#h124" id="findex-p367.1">'Twas so; I saw thy birth:--That drowsy lake</a>                   96</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p368"><a href="#h350" id="findex-p368.1">'Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt</a>                      281</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p369"><a href="#h359" id="findex-p369.1">Two brothers freely cast their lot</a>                            287</p>
<pb n="373" id="findex-Page_373" />
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p370"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p371"><a href="#h113" id="findex-p371.1">Unfold! unfold! Take in His light</a>                              88</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p372"><a href="#h368" id="findex-p372.1">Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine</a>                               290</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p373"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p374"><a href="#h022" id="findex-p374.1">View me, Lord, a work of Thine</a>                                 21</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p375"> </p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p376"><a href="#h165" id="findex-p376.1">Wake, all my hopes, lift up your eyes</a>                         132</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p377"><a href="#h384" id="findex-p377.1">We look around, the murky sky is still</a>                        301</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p378"><a href="#h315" id="findex-p378.1">We scatter seeds with careless hand</a>                           252</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p379"><a href="#h283" id="findex-p379.1">We were not by when Jesus came</a>                                225</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p380"><a href="#h375" id="findex-p380.1">Weep not for me</a>                                               295</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p381"><a href="#h132" id="findex-p381.1">Weighing the steadfastness and state</a>                          104</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p382"><a href="#h073" id="findex-p382.1">Welcome, thou safe retreat</a>                                     53</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p383"><a href="#h072" id="findex-p383.1">What am I who dare call Thee, God</a>                              52</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p384"><a href="#h093" id="findex-p384.1">What God gives, and what we take</a>                               72</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p385"><a href="#h144" id="findex-p385.1">What is House and what is Home</a>                                115</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p386"><a href="#h390" id="findex-p386.1">What is it that amid some earthly home</a>                        305</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p387"><a href="#h396" id="findex-p387.1">What is the saddest sweetest lowest sound</a>                     310</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p388"><a href="#h291" id="findex-p388.1">What, many times I musing ask'd, is Man</a>                       235</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p389"><a href="#h142" id="findex-p389.1">What's this Morn's bright eye to me</a>                           113</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p390"><a href="#h344" id="findex-p390.1">What wealth to earth our God hath given</a>                       276</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p391"><a href="#h269" id="findex-p391.1">What went ye out to see</a>                                       209</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p392"><a href="#h175" id="findex-p392.1">When all Thy mercies, O my God</a>                                140</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p393"><a href="#h366" id="findex-p393.1">When first God stirr'd me, and the Church's word</a>              290</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p394"><a href="#h045" id="findex-p394.1">When first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart</a>                  32</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p395"><a href="#h105" id="findex-p395.1">When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave</a>                82</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p396"><a href="#h062" id="findex-p396.1">When first Thy sweet and gracious eye</a>                          47</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p397"><a href="#h100" id="findex-p397.1">When for the thorns with which I long, too long</a>                78</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p398"><a href="#h242" id="findex-p398.1">When gathering clouds around I view</a>                           190</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p399"><a href="#h060" id="findex-p399.1">When God at first made Man</a>                                     45</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p400"><a href="#h085" id="findex-p400.1">When I consider how my light is spent</a>                          68</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p401"><a href="#h002" id="findex-p401.1">When I look back, and in myself behold</a>                          2</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p402"><a href="#h365" id="findex-p402.1">When I look back upon my former race</a>                          289</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p403"><a href="#h076" id="findex-p403.1">When I survey the bright</a>                                       56</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p404"><a href="#h203" id="findex-p404.1">When Israel's ruler on the royal bed</a>                          162</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p405"><a href="#h205" id="findex-p405.1">When Jesus, by the Virgin brought</a>                             166</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p406"><a href="#h420" id="findex-p406.1">When Lazarus left his charnel-cave</a>                            324</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p407"><a href="#h046" id="findex-p407.1">When my devotions could not pierce</a>                             33</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p408"><a href="#h274" id="findex-p408.1">When Nature tries her finest touch</a>                            216</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p409"><a href="#h257" id="findex-p409.1">When our heads are bow'd with woe</a>                             200</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p410"><a href="#h414" id="findex-p410.1">When the four quarters of the world shall rise</a>                321</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p411"><a href="#h342" id="findex-p411.1">When thy lone dreams sweet visions see</a>                        274</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p412"><a href="#h313" id="findex-p412.1">When travail hours are spent and o'er</a>                         251</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p413"><a href="#h335" id="findex-p413.1">When weakness now do strive wi' might</a>                         268</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p414"><a href="#h137" id="findex-p414.1">When with these eyes, closed now by Thee</a>                      109</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p415"><a href="#h377" id="findex-p415.1">Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command</a>                         297</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p416"><a href="#h285" id="findex-p416.1">Where is it mothers learn their love</a>                          228</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p417"><a href="#h267" id="findex-p417.1">Where is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice</a>                    207</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p418"><a href="#h099" id="findex-p418.1">Where the remote Bermudas ride</a>                                 77</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p419"><a href="#h259" id="findex-p419.1">Where will they stop, those breathing Powers</a>                  201</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p420"><a href="#h193" id="findex-p420.1">Where'er my flattering passions rove</a>                          156</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p421"><a href="#h147" id="findex-p421.1">Where's now the object of thy fears</a>                           117</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p422"><a href="#h324" id="findex-p422.1">Wherefore shrink, and say, 'Tis vain'</a>                         259</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p423"><a href="#h187" id="findex-p423.1">While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night</a>                 152</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p424"><a href="#h041" id="findex-p424.1">While that my soul repairs to her devotion</a>                     30</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p425"><a href="#h348" id="findex-p425.1">While they here sojourn'd, their presence drew us</a>             280</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p426"><a href="#h115" id="findex-p426.1">Whither, O whither didst thou fly</a>                              80</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p427"><a href="#h279" id="findex-p427.1">Wish not, dear friends, my pain away</a>                          221</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p428"><a href="#h020" id="findex-p428.1">Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun</a>                       20</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p429"><a href="#h058" id="findex-p429.1">With sick and famish'd eyes</a>                                    43</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p430"><a href="#h120" id="findex-p430.1">With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth</a>          92</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p431"><a href="#h347" id="findex-p431.1">Who seeketh finds: what shall be his relief</a>                   279</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p432"><a href="#h014" id="findex-p432.1">Who to the golden Sun's long restless race</a>                     17</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p433"><a href="#h309" id="findex-p433.1">Why do I sigh to find</a>                                         246</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p434"><a href="#h404" id="findex-p434.1">Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart</a>                         315</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p435"><a href="#h280" id="findex-p435.1">Why should we faint and fear to live alone</a>                    222</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p436"><a href="#h385" id="findex-p436.1">Why they have never known the way before</a>                      301</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p437"><a href="#h363" id="findex-p437.1">Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart</a>                288</p>
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<p class="Index1" id="findex-p439"><a href="#h082" id="findex-p439.1">Ye flaming Powers, and winged warriors bright</a>                  66</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p440"><a href="#h198" id="findex-p440.1">Ye golden lamps of Heaven, farewell</a>                           159</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p441"><a href="#h268" id="findex-p441.1">Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids</a>                               208</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p442"><a href="#h199" id="findex-p442.1">Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord</a>                           160</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p443"><a href="#h351" id="findex-p443.1">Yes, mark the words, deem not that Saints alone</a>               282</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p444"><a href="#h152" id="findex-p444.1">You holy Virgins, that so oft surround</a>                        122</p>
<p class="Index1" id="findex-p445"><a href="#h074" id="findex-p445.1">You Spirits! who have thrown away</a>                              54</p>
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