{"1": {"fulltext": "L\\nPS 3507\\n.03 C5\\n1899\\nCopy 1", "height": "3604", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap, Copyright No,_\\nShelf.\\nUN3TED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Cbristus IDictor\\nA STUDENTS REVERIE\\nBY\\nHenry Nehemiah Dodge\\ni\u00c2\u00ab\\nG. P. PUTNAM S SONS\\nNEW YORK AND LONDON\\nGbe Hsntcfterbocfcer press\\n1899", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "^fh\\n0%*\\nPiesrecTex-., X\\nLibrary of r**.\\nOffice of the\\nAgister of p\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00ab\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\n\u00c2\u00b0py r \u00c2\u00abght^\\nil\\nCopyright, 1899\\nBY\\nHENRY N. DODGE\\nEntered at Stationers Hall, London\\nTOc ftntcfterbocftet prew, Ittw tfiotft", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "World- Saviour see me at Thy feet\\nA we-stricken in my hands, for Thine unmeet,\\nMy hearfs best treasure dearly bought\\nWith tears and travail, and with trembling brought.\\nIf in this casket Thou shouldst find\\nAught to adorn Thy way or help mankind,\\nThough not frankincense, myrrh, or gold,\\nTribute of star-led caravans of old,\\nTake it, O Heart of Love Divine,\\nAnd use it as Thou wilt, for it is Thine,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PRELUDE\\nCEE on His mother s gentle breast,\\nThe infant Saviour sink to rest;\\nSoon will she lay His baby head\\nIn peace upon His manger-bed\\nSleep, little Jesu, sleep awhile,\\nThen bless us with Thy waking smile.\\nAngels, sing some sweet lullaby,\\nSoft echoes from the blissful sky;\\nSing, angels, sing to all the earth\\nThe story of His lowly birth\\nLook, sons of men, a wondrous sight-\\nLove new-born, with resistless might\\nThis dimpled form, so soft and fair,\\nThe burdens of a world shall bear;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "vi prelude\\nThese tender feet, so small and weak,\\nFor us, where er we stray, shall seek;\\nThese little arms outstretched shall be\\nFor all mankind on Calvary.\\nWake, Child, the nations need Thee, wake!\\nThe mighty now Thy vassals make;\\nSubdue their stubborn wills to Thine,\\nO ermastered by a touch divine;\\nThy conquering love fierce passions tame\\nAnd get new glory to Thy name.\\nClothed in love s peerless majesty,\\nLead warring nations after Thee,\\nThat following they may find Thy way\\nTo light and peace, and in that day\\nForever, at Thy bidding, sheathe their swords,\\nAnd hail Thee King of Kings and Lord of Lords!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "ARGUMENT\\nTN an old New England farmhouse a student sits\\nin meditation a fierce storm raging without, his\\nlamp and fire dimly burning within, his closed\\nbook before him, and the skeleton which he has\\nbeen studying beside him.\\nFalling into a train of reflection upon the human\\nform, he is led to think of the undeveloped powers\\nand the future life of that being whose frame has\\nlong engrossed his study.\\nAfter various meditations upon the immortal life\\ninto which, as in a vision, he sees an endless flood\\nof souls rising from the earth, his mind is filled with\\nquestioning thoughts as to the final destiny of man-\\nkind, feeling that an all-wise God whose nature is\\nlove, must have designed the human race which\\nHe created, for happiness and holiness at last.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "viii argument\\nThe student is overawed by the immensity of the\\nthought and by those teachings of the Scriptures\\nwhich appear to conflict with such an idea. Where-\\nupon he is led to consider one or two typical\\npassages usually held to support a contrary view,\\nand as his mind begins to rest upon a hopeful\\nsolution of the question, other objections of a phi-\\nlosophical character relating to freedom, law, etc.,\\nrise to confront him.\\nAfter considering these and some other questions\\nto which they lead, and still feeling that Love must\\nin the end be triumphant, in spite of all the vast\\nopposing forces, he appeals to the risen Saviour to\\nshow the manner and extent of His victory, that\\nhis soul may rest in quiet on a sure foundation.\\nThe Saviour relates to him the experience of His\\npassion as a pledge of His final and complete\\nvictory over evil.\\nPerfect peace takes possession of the student s\\nmind as he hears a chant of triumph sung by the\\nheavenly hosts, hailing the sure victory of love.\\nThe writer s treatment of his subject is but frag-\\nmentary, as indeed befits so vast a theme; so vast\\nthat it will not suffer itself to be cramped within\\nthe formalities of an orderly arrangement, but", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "argument ix\\nrather, like drifting fragments of a wondrous vision,\\nkindles the imagination with faint, disjointed\\nglimpses of the mighty whole which may not yet\\nbe grasped in the fulness of its majesty.\\nLike the musician haunted by some sweet, illu-\\nsive melody, now leading, now driving him from\\nkey to key, from stop to stop of his instrument, the\\nwriter seeks through diverse forms of rhythm and\\nmeasure some expression for the unutterable joy of\\nthe divine harmony that has stirred his soul.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "4aB\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^^tSvIjII\\nlillif\u00c2\u00a7^\\nf%ml\\nPROLOGUE\\nr\\\\ HEAVENLY DOVE, thy quickening influ-\\nence give,\\nBrood o er my helpless thoughts and make them\\nlive;\\nStrengthen and clothe my feeble, fledgeling words,\\nThat they may fly abroad like happy birds;\\nThat they to saddened hearts new hope may bear,\\nAnd with long-troubled minds their gladness share;\\nNew light within some darkened chamber fling,\\nSunlight swift glancing from a passing wing,\\nTill joy shall take the place of doubt s dull pain\\nAnd the fainthearted one fresh courage gain;\\nSome scoffer learn how great the love he spurns,\\nThat like a home lamp for his coming burns;\\nSome wavering soldier buckle on his sword\\nAnd hasten to the warfare of his Lord.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "prologue xi\\nCome, Holy Spirit, touch my heart with fire,\\nSet free my stammering tongue and tune my lyre,\\nThat I to my high theme new powers may bring,\\nThe triumph of Almighty Love to sing!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Christus Victor:\\nA STUDENT S REVERIE\\nI\\nT OUD storms the tempest, heaven is black with\\nrage;\\nThe headlong winds have broken every bond\\nAnd savage blasts go scouring through the sky,\\nAs if a demon-hag with her foul imps\\nSwept shrieking down the night: a direful crew,\\nFore-runners of some dread calamity.\\nFierce glares the lightning, loud the thunder s roar,\\nAnd swollen clouds pour down long treasured\\nwrath.\\nGrim gnarl d oaks writhe groaning in the gale,\\nStruggling like souls harassed by doubt and fear", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "2 flbrietus IDtctot\\nBrave hearts, though torn, unconquered by the\\nstorm\\nHoarse gusts with ghostly cries besiege the house\\nAnd, shuddering, prowl about from door to door,\\nNow shake the casements, now with sad complaint\\nHiss through the shivering crannies, Let us in! M\\nThe blazing firebrands cast a lurid glare\\nOver the room, making weird shadows dance\\nFantastic measures to the wild refrain.\\nMy book is closed, and night wears slowly on\\nThe while I muse, lost in a drifting reverie:\\nII\\nWhat is this that sits beside me!\\nWho my guest this fearful night\\nWhose these pallid, ghostly features\\nShining in the fitful light\\nSpectral face of doubtful meaning\\nWas it but the flickering gleam\\nOf the flame which from that visage\\nCaused a deathly smile to beam\\nWas it that the sudden shudder\\nOf the storm-wind s gusty flaws", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Gbe jfl aaterpiece\\nMade a sound like hollow laughter\\nGurgle through those fleshless jaws\\nHa, t was not a laugh he uttered,\\nLong ago that voice was hushed\\nLong it is since grief or pleasure\\nFrom that withered bosom gushed.\\nThose white limbs of his are lifeless,\\nAnd that jaw is fixed and stern,\\nAnd his orbless sockets, glaring,\\nNever from the embers turn.\\nIll\\ngrisly phantom of a man,\\n1 know not how thy story ran,\\nOr whether thou wert stern of face\\nOr wreathed with smiles and winsome grace,\\nOr whence thy footsteps hither came,\\nOr what thy lineage or name\\nHowe er unknown the tale may be,\\nYet wert thou fellow-man to me.\\nNay, leave thy rigid hand in mine,\\nFor I thy secret would divine;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "dbrfstua Wctor\\nHow oft mine eyes have run thee o er\\nAnd conned thy stores of hidden lore,\\nAs I have sat with thee alone,\\nLong pondering sinew, joint, and bone;\\nSearching for each minute detail\\nThat aught my purpose might avail:\\nBut now upon this grewsome night\\nI see thee in a fairer light;\\nWhat is it binds my life to thee,\\nWhat thread of common destiny\\nOf what avail is all the strife,\\nThe stress and toil of human life,\\nIf this wan spectre is the goal,\\nThe final answer to the soul\\nYet night doth so oppress my heart\\nWith solitude and storm, thou art\\nA welcome comrade, though I trace\\nScant fellowship in thy hard face\\nI can but feel, whoe er thou art,\\nThat in my life thou hadst a part,\\nThat in thy lineaments I see\\nOne who is somehow knit to me,\\nWhose life and mine, for ill or good,\\nJoin in a mystic brotherhood.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Gbe dfcasterpfece\\nLo, this is but a ruined home\\nWhose tenant now afar doth roam,\\nThis habitation left behind\\nSome statelier palace dome to find.\\nHere once an eager spirit dwelt\\nWho all our common passion felt\\nHis humble cot these crumbling walls\\nWhere now my voice so vainly calls.\\nOnce blithesome laughter echoed here,\\nAnd pain s lament, and cries of fear.\\nThis stony face that naught can move\\nOnce answered to the tones of love,\\nAs, rocked upon a mother s breast,\\nHer sheltering arms this form caressed.\\nWhat songs of joy were lightly trilled!\\nWhat rapture once this bosom thrilled!\\nWhat throes of pain these members shook\\nEre he this tenement forsook!\\nBut ere the spirit went his way,\\nLeaving this ruin to decay,\\nWas there no missive hidden here,\\nNo word of greeting for my ear;\\nDid he no message leave with thee,\\nO Shadow of Humanity", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "6 Gbrietus IDictot\\nIV\\nWhy shrink away from this grim skeleton\\nFor here is beauty. See, each curving bone\\nIs carved and fashioned by a skilful hand\\nAnd fitted to its fellow, while the whole\\nFor strength is built, a marvel of design\\nWith cunning art the supple joints are wrought,\\nSuited to complex movements manifold.\\nHere is a channel deeply grooved to guard\\nSome tender vessel from all outward harm.\\nThese serried ribs protect the beating heart\\nAnd with each surging breath, as billows, heave;\\nThese bones rise dome-like over reason s throne.\\nWith tension strong this framework of a man\\nFull many a cord and band together knit;\\nAnd hold each timber of the spirit s house\\nFirmly in its appointed place then all\\nThe busy joints are freed from friction s heat,\\nBeing moistened by the limpid flow within,\\nAs the soft oil prevents the noisy clang\\nOf mighty engines, or the rattling loom.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "XLbc dftaeterptece\\nVI\\nSee where the swelling muscles next were placed;\\nFold upon fold they lie, a ruddy mass,\\nThe seat of strength, like strands close intertwined\\nHere is the source of labor s sturdy blows.\\nAnd skill of fingers as they deftly fly,\\nMaking the softest music; here the touch\\nOf hands that tells of love.\\nVII\\nThrough every part\\nA labyrinthic network winds, like some\\nFar-clambering vine whose wide-extended arms\\nBear heavy clusters fraught with ruby wine.\\nThrough swelling arteries with ceaseless flow\\nThe stream of life comes rushing from the heart.\\nO heart, so steadfast in thy lifelong task,\\nUnfaltering day and night, from youth to age,\\nThou strange, unfathomed fount of weal and woe\\nAs a wild torrent chafes its banks and roars\\nWith recent rain, so leaps this crimson stream\\nWhen passions burn as gentle waters flow\\nNeath summer sun, so glides this current on\\nWhen peace and health hold sway, bearing new\\nstrength\\nUpon its waves.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "8 Cbrlstus Dictor\\nVIII\\nThe whole with art divine\\nIs rounded to the matchless form of man,\\nModelled for beauty, strength, and majesty;\\nLord of the earth, erect, facing the heavens,\\nOf all created forms the masterpiece.\\nAnd over all a silken vestment spreads,\\nNow mantling with the bloom and rose of youth,\\nNow blanched with age, or pain, or withering fear.\\nAnd on the head, like to a crown of glory\\nOr a strong helmet, see the thick, crisp hair\\nThat to the manly face new beauty adds;\\nOr sunny tresses with their glorious wealth\\nWhite shoulders hiding, flowing down to drape\\nThe graceful form with their luxuriance\\nAs, mirrored first in Eden s crystal fountain,\\nEve, wondering, saw her glowing beauty shine\\nFairer than first awoke the blushing morn\\nTo meet the flashing eye of amorous day,\\nFairer than the silvery moon on Paradise,\\nIX\\nAh, who can tell the marvels of the eye,\\nWhere thought, expectant, in its watch-tower\\nwaits", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Gbe flfcasterpfece\\nA wondrous lens that pictures to the mind\\nThe beauty and the terror of the world;\\nMysterious mirror, deep, unfathomable\\nThe eye of man, before whose fearless gaze\\nThe lion slinks affrighted to his lair;\\nA glowing beacon-light that flashes forth\\nOn friend or foe the flames of love or hate\\nFrom pent up fires.\\nX\\nHark how the song of birds,\\nThe merry laughter or the cry of pain,\\nThe muttering thunder and the oceans roar,\\nThrough the mysterious chambers of the ear,\\nAre echoed to the soul that dwells within\\nXI\\nHere sounds the voice, that peerless instrument.\\nWith gentle tones it lulls the babe to rest,\\nAnd murmurs words of love and tenderness\\nWith stern commands directs the strife of men,\\nWhere nations struggle on the field of war;\\nSwayed by the magic of its eloquence,\\nThe hearts of thousands beat with one accord;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "io dbrtetus Wictot\\nAnd, when it soars upon the wings of song,\\nThe souls of men are touched with fire, and rise\\nHigh above earth and all its sordid care,\\nConsumed with longings fierce, impetuous,\\nThat storm across the spirit roused from sleep\\nAnd raise a wild commotion in the deep.\\nXII\\nHigh over all, the brain, thought s mighty vassal,\\nSits like a despot ruling by his will;\\nA thousand messengers await his nod\\nTo bear his mandates with the lightning s speed.\\nWithin this convoluted maze what powers,\\nWhat energies, what aspirations dwell,\\nAnd from their narrow cell reach forth to shake\\nThe world, yea, dare to grasp the universe\\nXIII\\nBefore such lavish beauty of design\\nI stand in awe, and contemplate the throng\\nOf earth s unnumbered children, each one made\\nWith skill so wonderful! Here we behold\\nThe culmination of a mighty plan;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Gbe Masterpiece n\\nEach step, advancing from the lower depths\\nOf reptile life, displays a clearer mark\\nOf nearer likeness to creation s head.\\nThis chain of life ascending, who shall trace\\nThe spirit s frame Ah, who with wondering eye\\nShall penetrate the soul s anatomy,\\nThe texture of the immortal man disclose,\\nOr watch the ethereal spirit poise for flight\\nReleased from earth s reluctant, clinging clay,\\nThat form which still in glowing youth shall live\\nWhen all the starry hosts of heaven have passed\\nXIV\\nNew wonders crowding thick on every side,\\nMy soul is dazzled with infinity\\nAnd prostrate falls before Eternal Love,\\nAdoring Him, our Father and our God,\\nWhose glory fills the wide earth and the heavens,\\nWhose might created and whose will sustains.\\nHe stamped His image on each human soul\\nAnd made us godlike in our mortal state;\\nHe made our flesh His temple glorious,\\nFilled full of light divine; our weakness, strength;\\nOur death, the way to immortality.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "i2 Cbrf0tu0 Victor\\nXV\\nThey judge not rightly who, the husk earth-stained\\nSeeing, ignore the precious seed within.\\nCould we but read aright the germs divine\\nHid in this perishing frame, waiting the growth\\nOf countless ages and millenniums,\\nWhat eye could bear the glory of the sight\\nBlinded before the majesty revealed,\\nAs t were the Lord of Light he looked upon!\\nSo blends the finite with the infinite,\\nSo close allied is man with Deity!\\nEach generation as it comes and goes\\nNew powers evolves, greater dominion grasps,\\nAnd clearer vision of our birthright gains.\\nAnd when these germs shall feel the Eternal Spring\\nBreathing upon them, each shall wake to bloom\\nOf deathless beauty, unfolding leaf by leaf,\\nAs the fair rosebud opens to the sun,\\nEach petal sweet with perfume all its own\\nDistilled from early dew, from sweat, from tears\\nOf earth, seethed in the slow retorts of God.\\nXVI\\nWhat man soe er I chance to see\\nAmazing thought is kin to me,\\nAnd if a man, my brother!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "a jflfcan, tits JBrotbet 13\\nWhat though in silken raiment fine\\nHis form be clad, while naked mine\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nWhat though with flashing chariot wheel\\nHe spurn my cry, nor pity feel\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nWhat though he sit in royal state\\nAnd for an empire legislate\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nWhat though of strange and alien race,\\nOf unfamiliar form and face;\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nWhat though his hand be hard with toil\\nAnd labor his worn garment soil\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nWhat though ashamed, with drooping head,\\nHe beg a morsel of my bread\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nWhat though he grovel at my feet,\\nSpurned by the rabble of the street;\\nHe is a man, my brother.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "14 Cbrfstus Wctor\\nWhat though his hand with crime be red,\\nHis heart a stone, his conscience dead;\\nHe is a man, my brother.\\nAnd when we pass upon the street\\nIt is my brother that I meet;\\nAlas, alas, my brother!\\nThough low his life and black his heart,\\nThere is a nobler, deathless part\\nWithin this man, my brother.\\nThe soul which this frail clay enfolds\\nThe image of its Maker holds;\\nThat makes this man my brother.\\nThough dimly there that image shine,\\nIt marks the soul a thing divine,\\nA child of God, my brother.\\nFor him the spotless Son of God,\\nThe Perfect Man, our pathway trod,\\nTo show Himself our Brother.\\nNor walks the earth so vile a wretch\\nBut down to him that love doth stretch,\\nAs to an only brother.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "IboU) JSacIi tb\u00c2\u00a3 1ban 15\\nThough deep the abyss with darkness lower,\\nT is but the measure of His power\\nWho thence will raise my brother.\\nA Saviour to the uttermost,\\nHe will not see His brother lost,\\nNigh ruined, yet His brother.\\nXVII\\nHold back thy hand,\\nAnd reverent stand\\nBefore this image of thy God.\\nSee in this face\\nSome latent trace\\nOf Him who raised thee from the sod.\\nLong shadows, cast\\nBy ages past,\\nNow blur and stain this image fair;\\nThe hate and crime\\nOf bygone time\\nStill guard their ancient stronghold there.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "16 Qbtietne IDfctor\\nIn this dark life,\\nWith turmoil rife,\\nBut coarse and stunted flowers bloom;\\nThy lilies fair\\nNe er blossomed there\\nWhat blighting curse has been his doom\\nThese records old\\nA tale unfold\\nOf foul disease and low desires;\\nHere vice now breeds\\nIts poison seeds,\\nTransmitted from a hundred sires.\\nGaunt Famine s hand\\nHere placed its brand\\nCanst thou for him no pity feel\\nWar s hurt and scar\\nThese features mar,\\nLong trampled by the oppressor s heel.\\nJustice and Right\\nBehold the blight,\\nAnd blush to think where lies the blame!\\nIn this low face\\nSee your disgrace,\\nThe blood-writ story of your shame.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "DoR ffiacfe tbs DanO 17\\nHere impious Greed\\nDoth vengeance breed,\\nPortent of wrath s insanity;\\nHow dare ye scorn\\nThis wreck, storm-torn,\\nDerelict of humanity!\\nYe whet desire\\nWith liquid fire\\nWith snare and pitfall strew his path;\\nFor gold ye sell\\nFierce draughts from Hell,\\nDare ye to brave the Almighty s wrath\\nO sons of power,\\nBeware the hour\\nWhen God to judgment summons Greed;\\nIn that wild day,\\nThough loud ye pray,\\nYour cry the avenger may not heed.\\nBefore you see\\nHumanity\\nDespoiled, disfigured from this face\\nCry myriad slain\\nFor lust of gain\\nAh, who shall Greed s foul scars erase", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "1 8 Cbrfstus Wctor\\nWhy must ye wait\\nUntil too late\\nTill Nemesis unsheathe her sword\\nLove yet might take\\nThis wretch and make\\nA man of him Forgive us, Lord\\nFrom this dark heart\\nA stream might start,\\nCalled forth by your good word or deed,\\nAnd, flowing, bless\\nSome wilderness\\nWhose harvests men unborn would feed.\\nMake less his load\\nForbear your goad\\nHelp him to know your fairer life\\nSoon, soon for all\\nThe night will fall,\\nAnd hushed will be the toil and strife.\\nXVIII\\nSuppose a kindly word of mine\\nCould Hit the clouds and bring sunshine;\\nAm I my brother s keeper", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "1boU 38ack tb\u00c2\u00a3 1ban tg\\nSuppose the weary worker toils,\\nFor scanty pittance delves and moils;\\nAm I my brother s keeper\\nSuppose in penury and fear\\nMy neighbor see the wolf draw near;\\nAm I my brother s keeper\\nSuppose beneath a tyrant s heel\\nSome distant nation anguish feel;\\nAm I my brother s keeper\\nPerhaps\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who knows perhaps I m not!\\nSelf-centred soul, hast thou forgot\\nThe marvel of our common lot,\\nThe mystic tie that binds us all\\nWho dwell on this terrestrial ball,\\nThe tie of solidarity\\nStupendous hope and mystery,\\nThe far off goal of history\\nGood Lord, increase our charity!\\nXIX\\nSee where the sun, in fiery splendor sinking,\\nShoots down his rays athwart the misty clouds", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "20 Cbrfetua IDfctor\\nAfter his journey, cooling vapors drinking,\\nEre he his face in growing darkness shrouds.\\nIf the great sun, with life awakening power,\\nFrom ocean s breast, from stream, and lake, and\\nfen\\nRich treasure draw, wherewith the earth to dower\\nWhen poured upon the parched ground again\\nCannot the Lord, the will of man compelling\\nBy love s attractive power to seek His face,\\nAwaken life where er He makes His dwelling,\\nAmid the scattered kindreds of the race;\\nAwake new life, in blessed fountains flowing\\nFrom hearts unused to do their fellows good;\\nStreaming to every land, forever growing\\nUnto a universal brotherhood\\nXX\\nHow dream-like and unstable is the form\\nThat wraps the spirit in its earthly veil!\\nIn ceaseless flight the winged atoms haste\\nFrom earth and sea and air a rescuing host\\nTo build anew this fast dissolving frame", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "1Tt a /Bban 2 fe 21\\nThat with each movement, with each thought casts\\noff\\nThe perished cells which die that we may live.\\nThis solid flesh so firm is but a shape,\\nA candle flame that seems from hour to hour\\nThe same in form, unchanged in brilliancy;\\nYet through the flame there flows a ceaseless stream\\nOf particles ablaze with heat, that give\\nThemselves its form and beauty to maintain.\\nAs burns this candle flame with passing days\\nFrom infancy to age, what flitting shapes,\\nWhat weakness, vigor, and decrepitude\\nHide from our view the ever-constant soul!\\nWe feel faint stirrings of immortal youth\\nAnd start with wonder at our fading flesh;\\nAnd when this changing mask we have outgrown\\nOr when the Lord of Life shall call us hence,\\nThen shall we suddenly be clothed upon\\nWith some more glorious form of vaster powers.\\nXXI\\nT is certain thou must die, and even now\\nThe lines are closing in that shall one day,\\nHow soon thou knowest not converge on thee.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "22 Cbrietu0 Victor\\nAnd when that messenger shall summon thee\\nHe will not brook delay nor let thee tarry,\\nThough urgent business need thee sore, though\\nschemes\\nLong nursed by thee, from year to year, be ripe\\nThy soul to gladden with their guerdon fair.\\nThe house thou buildest thou may st not complete;\\nThe ship thou loadest may not put to sea;\\nThou may st not bid thy dearest friend farewell,\\nNor speak thy treasured message to the world,\\nThough listening nations wait to hear thee speak.\\nWhy dost thou fear All men must pass that way;\\nDeath would not come to all were t not a boon.\\nLest we these rudimentary gifts should hold\\nOf too great moment are we hurried hence;\\nLove is not satisfied that we should stay\\nFrom our inheritance too long away\\nXXII\\nWhy dost thou drive me so, insatiate one\\nIs t not enough from dawn to setting sun\\nMe with all thy schemes thou dost so active keep,\\nI fain would find oblivion in sleep!\\nOnce had I rest and peace ere thee I knew,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Ht a /Ifcan Die 23\\nWhere mid the grass and flowers the wild birds\\nflew;\\nBut since the day myself to thee I gave,\\nNaught hast thou done but grind me as thy slave.\\n11 Oh, I am weary of thy long complaint,\\nThy tales of woe, thy fears lest thou shouldst faint,\\nThy constant cries for food, for rest, for sleep,\\nThat would my strong desire in bondage keep!\\nLong have I nursed thee, waited on thy need,\\nKept low my fires thy smouldering flame to feed;\\nOft wondered why thy burdens I must bear,\\nAnd why thou too my longing couldst not share.\\nPeace! Had I driven thee to my full desire,\\nLong since wouldst thou have perished of my fire.\\nSoon may st thou rest amid thy grass and flowers,\\nBut I shall haste away to try my immortal powers!\\nXXIII\\nThe savage bending o er a pool\\nBeholds his image, eye to eye,\\nAnd gazing on that dusky face\\nRecoils amazed, he knows not why.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "24 Gbrfstus Wfctor\\nAt noon upon a grassy knoll\\nThe wearied reaper scans the sky;\\nThe harvest grows, the cloud floats on,-\\nHas he forgot that he must die\\nThe restless worker delves and dreams\\nWhile round the sun the seasons fly;\\nHe builds for more than mortal years,\\nAs though he were not soon to die.\\nHigh o er the city s muffled roar\\nHis silent turrets greet the sky;\\nHe soars above the sordid earth,\\nForgetful that he there must lie.\\nAcross the scholar s dusty page\\nThe centuries toil beneath his eye;\\nHe sees the nations rise and fall,\\nForgetting he himself must die.\\nheart, thine intuition trust,\\nDream on of greater things to be;\\nThou feelest thou art more than dust,\\nAnd thou wouldst know thy destiny.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Wofces Sweet an Xow 25\\nFrom mystic polar glaciers torn,\\nImpelled by mighty currents deep,\\nSlow-drifting mountain-dreams are borne,\\nMajestic in their onward sweep.\\nFrom night escaped, on crystal keel\\nThey seek a softer* sunnier clime;\\nSo drifting, dream on till thou feel\\nThe summer-glow of endless time,\\nAnd melting in the ocean swell,\\nThere bid thine ancient bonds farewell!\\nXXIV\\nA tomb was built of massive stones,\\nFast clamped with many an iron band;\\nBelow, among ancestral bones,\\nLay the last noble of the land.\\nClosed be this tomb, these stones unmoved,\\nSo ran the legend graven deep,\\nTheir line is done, their worth is proved,\\nLet them in peace forever sleep.\\nA tiny seed came floating by,\\nBorne gently on the summer breeze,\\nA living germ, not doomed to die,\\nOffspring of sturdy forest trees.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "26 Gbristus Wctor\\nIt fell to earth unheard, unseen,\\nWithin a little crevice lay,\\nAnd slumbered there in peace serene,\\nUnknown, unnoticed, many a day.\\nIts rootlet slowly downward crept\\nThrough narrow paths with granite walled,\\nWhere long-dead generations slept;\\nNor was it by the gloom appalled.\\nIts fibres grappled with the dead\\nThat dwelt in ghastly grandeur there;\\nUpon their mouldering ashes fed,\\nTransmuting dust to verdure fair.\\nInto the air the seedling sped,\\nThe tree rejoicing sought the light;\\nIts branches triumphed o er the dead\\nThat long had lain in slumberous night.\\nTill, nourished by the sun and rain,\\nIt gathered strength from day to day;\\nThen rent its mighty bonds in twain\\nAnd rolled the granite rocks away.\\nThe sunlight trespassed in the tomb,\\nThe breezes laughed with fragrant breath,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Woicea Sweet an Xow 27\\nNew life dispelled the ancient gloom\\nAnd mocked the vaunted power of death\\nXXV\\nHid in the chrysalis, this grovelling worm\\nLies heedless of the storm and winter s cold,\\nUntil the spring with beauty clothes the field\\nAnd June with roses crowns the blossoming year.\\nThen, breaking from its withered tenement,\\nIts dormant life to larger freedom wakes;\\nIn splendor clothed, it flits from flower to flower,\\nWith jewels on its rainbow-tinted wings,\\nA living blossom, fairest of them all\\nXXVI\\nI sought a lake among the peaceful hills\\nWhere fairy fleets of water-lilies grow;\\nEach argosy rich golden treasure fills,\\nAround them perfume-laden breezes blow.\\nThe lily-pads, all glistening emerald, float\\nAround me, whispering softly as I go\\nSweet, murmured messages against my boat\\nTo her for whom their dainty blossoms blow.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "28 Cbrtstue UMctor\\nI plucked the swaying lilies, one by one,\\nTorn from deep moorings in the languid stream;\\nNo more they rode at anchor in the sun,\\nShort snapped each dripping stem, as breaks a\\ndream.\\nBut one proud flower the queen of all did reign\\nIts jealous stem refused to let it go;\\nI pulled, the mimic cable bore the strain\\nAnd weighed its anchor from the depths below.\\nThis lily on her gentle breast shall lie,\\nLo, the reluctant root has reached the light;\\nI started, wondering as it met my eye,\\nHow from such foulness grew these petals bright!\\nDrifting, I felt the presence of the Power\\nThat from corruption formed a child of light\\nThat out of blackness called this radiant flower,\\nPure, golden-hearted, robed in spotless white\\nXXVII\\nWithin the egg, with deftly folded wing,\\nSlumbers the bird beneath the mother breast", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "IDoices Sweet an 3Low 29\\nAnd when the brooding warmth has wakened it\\nFrom nothingness to life, his little heart\\nThrobs with a longing for new liberty\\nTill, breaking through the frail, confining shell,\\nHe sees the light, he feels the summer breeze,\\nNew life is his, and soon, with wing outstretched,\\nHe spurns the nest and through the upper air,\\nJoyful in freedom, revels in the sky!\\nXXVIII\\nDo you remember, Love, the day\\nWe watched the birdling fly away,\\nThat golden summer morn\\nFive times the robins sought the vine\\nWhose wreaths around our window twine.\\nAnd built them there a home.\\nAnd there when all the rest had flown.\\nOne timid birdie stood alone\\nAnd paused upon the brink.\\nThe little nest s encircling rim\\nThe world s horizon was to him,\\nScarce had he peeped beyond.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "30 Cbrfstus Victor\\nBut now he yearned for greater things.\\nHe longed to try his growing wings,\\nWhere had his brothers flown\\nHe crouched j he took new heart to dare j\\nLeaped quivering on the untried air\\nAnd sought an unknown world!\\nAs forth he flew with timid grace,\\nA tree, with proud and glad embrace,\\nCaught him in open arms.\\nThe dewy leaves, with one soft kiss,\\nWhispered to him of higher bliss\\nAnd straightway he was gone.\\nXXIX\\nAlong the beach dead shells lie strewn, cast off\\nBy creatures who their narrow homes outgrew,\\nUntil at length, bursting their prison bars,\\nThey gained a larger life and roamed the restless\\nsea.\\nXXX\\nAs once I strolled beside the sun-lit sea\\nI heard a happy, low-voiced melody,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "IDofces Sweet and low 31\\nAs if, amid the breakers hiss and roar,\\nA babe were softly cooing on the shore:\\n1 The agid ocean is my nurse,\\nMy swaddling-band, sea-grass j\\nThe bright waves wash me in their spray\\nAnd kiss me as they pass.\\ni The storm-song is my lullaby,\\nI love old Ocean s voice\\nThe flood-tides bring me dainty food,\\nAnd waking I rejoice.\\nThough but a tender, pearly shell,\\nSafe to my rock I cling\\nThe future has no fears for me,\\nSing, Ocean, surge and sing I\\nXXXI\\nLow hung the sky, and gray and chill,\\nThe woodland missed the joyous glow\\nOf summer, faded long ago;\\nThe moaning wind swept round the hill.\\nAs each wild gust fled hurrying by,\\nDead leaves like rainfall smote the ground;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "32 JbrtetU0 IDictot\\nAnd, rustling with regretful sound,\\nThe trees made answer with a sigh.\\nMy heart was heavy with the thought:\\n11 Must we, too, shrivel in the blast\\nOf death, and perish at the last\\nMust life s fair promise come to naught\\nAre lives as fruitless as they seem\\nThe future but a vision fair\\nThat, fading, leaves us to despair\\nAnd is immortal hope a dream\\nNay, cheer thee, Heart, for even now\\nWhere from the stem dead leaves are torn,\\nLo, autumn buds of spring are born\\nAnd Hope is writ on every bough.\\nThough wintry dirges round me wail,\\nI hear the swaying branches sing,\\nI hear faint murmurs of the spring;\\nThese buds will wake and life prevail\\nXXXII\\nLo, the great earth itself with gradual change\\nPasses from year to year, from age to age,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "fla tbere Ifto TKHorO d ore Clear 33\\nUntil, when time is ripe, some mighty throe\\nRends the old order with upheavals vast,\\nWith world-convulsions, with great cataclysms\\nThat change the seas and continents, and bring\\nNew order into light, with higher life!\\nXXXIII\\nO Mother Earth, who dost our spirits clothe\\nIn garments plucked from thy maternal breast\\nOn which we hang, is there no word more clear\\nNo speech more simple, more articulate\\nThan thine We hear thy voices sweet and low,\\nAnd thy dumb creatures as they try to speak.\\nWe see thy slumbering children wake again\\nAs night retreats before advancing day.\\nWe see drear Winter s dead revive with Spring,\\nWhen from the heavens life-giving sunbeams flow.\\nWe see thy types ascending, step by step,\\nWhere thou the story of thy life hast told,\\nIn mystic fossil hieroglyphs inwrought\\nIn adamantine rock, in furrows deep,\\nCarved by the mighty ice-plough slowly drawn\\nBy thy resistless steeds. In our frail hearts\\nHope climbs with native instinct ever higher,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "34 Gbristus IDlctot\\nEncouraged by thy smiles, hope vague and dim.\\nYet art thou terrible when in thy rage\\nPanting thy bosom heaves, proud cities reel,\\nAnd frighted nations tremble at thine ire.\\nThy cyclones desolate, thy lightnings kill,\\nThy gory monsters tear and thirst for blood.\\nThy voice that once was sweet appals; black Night\\nO ermasters Day; stern Winter conquers Spring.\\nHow doubtful are thy hints of life to come!\\nThou hast no pity for the weak; thy smiles\\nAre for the masterful and them alone.\\nIs there no heart the feeble to befriend,\\nNo arm outstretched the perishing to save\\nShall I return at last to thy embrace\\nAnd in thy darkness rest again forever\\nA voice within me, foreign to thy tongue,\\nTells of a treasure that thou hast not shown.\\nHast thou not hidden in thy bounteous breast\\nSomewhere, O Earth, a peerless Gem whose ray,\\nThence shining forth, erelong shall flood thy\\ngloom,\\nWith light supernal glowing, yea, whose flame\\nShall blind the sun, and put his fires to shame", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Deatb e Conqueror 35\\nXXXIV\\nSee, in that rock-hewn garden sepulchre,\\nThe Holy One of God, despised and slain,\\nWith nail-torn hands and feet, and spear-pierced\\nside,\\nHis gentle brow by mocking thorns defaced\\nSee where He lies, obedient unto death!\\nInto that pallid face the glow of life\\nBegins to steal, while silent and in awe\\nThe heavenly watchers stand. Now they with\\nhaste\\nUnwind the scented wrappings from His form\\nThat fill the place with rich aromas rare,\\nPerfume of spicery and sweet spikenard s breath\\nLingering since love her alabastron broke\\nAnd with her tresses wiped these tear-bathed feet.\\nAnd then, their joyful faces all aglow\\nLike flashing sunbeams, quickly by a touch\\nThey roll away the stone with jarring shock,\\nAs if an earthquake passed, and sitting there\\nBehold their Lord go forth, Death s Conqueror!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "36 Cbrtetus Wlctor\\nXXXV\\nEmancipator of the slaves of fear,\\nArise victorious from the tomb.\\nThou hast explored its caverns drear\\nAnd rent its veil of gloom.\\nFrom age to age Thy liberating voice\\nDeath s myriad captives hath set free;\\nAt Thy glad summons they rejoice\\nIn immortality.\\nWhat kings and ancient prophets longed to see,\\nIn noon- tide glory now appears\\nUnto the poor revealed by Thee,\\nClear-shining through their tears.\\nThe helpless in Thy bosom Thou dost bear,\\nThe weary lean upon Thy heart\\nFrom troubled souls Thou liftest care,\\nThy peace Thou dost impart.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Bmancipatot 37\\nTo pastures new Thou leadest day by day,\\nO Shepherd true, Thy flocks defend,\\nLest evil seize us in the way\\nAnd wolves the weaklings rend.\\nThy peerless word, sweet-voiced in every tongue,\\nInvites the sons of every clime;\\nThought-Leader Thou, Earth s great among,\\nIdeal of all time.\\nThe thoughts of men Thou leadest after Thee,\\nThy Spirit moves upon the deep\\nWhat cause doth spurn Thy majesty\\nShall in oblivion sleep.\\nThy form unseen, Thou livest evermore\\nWith men, the heavens and earth are met\\nDid Love Almighty e er before\\nSuch fellowship beget!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "38 Cbrtstue IDictot\\nHow shapes Thy hand the movements of mankind,\\nKingdoms like billows rise and fall;\\nHow patient guides Thy master mind\\nWhere sin disfigures all,\\nEvolving slow the vast, harmonious whole,\\nMember to member, part to part;\\nMankind the body, Love the soul,\\nThou the life-giving Heart!\\nLove-driven and sorrowing, gentle Prince of Peace,\\nThou sendest forth the awakening sword\\nHow bleeds Thy heart till war shall cease,\\nGrim servant of the Lord\\nThat with deep, ruthless plough the soil doth tear\\nTo fit it for Thy precious seed,\\nTill West with East the harvest share,\\nAnd both Thy bounty feed.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Gbousbt^XeaDer 39\\nAngels of peace fly swift at Thy command,\\nWar s desolations to make good,\\nAnd closer weave from land to land\\nNew ties of brotherhood.\\nThe seething ferment of the world s unrest\\nIs but the leaven hid by Thee,\\nTill from the turmoil, froth, and quest\\nThou lead men pure and free.\\nWorld-Healer, Good Physician, wise and calm,\\nThough fierce our fevered pulses burn,\\nOutpour for us Thy soothing balm\\nTill we Thy quiet learn.\\nThe Orient star that lit Thy lowly birth\\nE en to the Occident shall shine again,\\nTill Thou refresh the waiting earth,\\nO Light and Life of men!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "4o Cbrtetus IDfctor\\nA thrill of coming blessing and accord\\nWhispers to men the mystery\\nThe winds are heralding the Lord,\\nAll eyes are bent on Thee.\\nThou drawest, All-searching Lodestone, evermore\\nWith mighty sweep from pole to pole\\nIncreasing hosts from every shore,\\nThyself, Thy heart the goal.\\nBut not from Earth alone shalt Thou have praise\\nUnnumbered worlds shall hear Thy call,\\nAnd high the swelling triumph raise\\nTill Love has conquered all.\\nXXXVI\\nHail Victor, First-born from the dead!\\nOpen our eyes to see Thy radiant face\\nMake us to feel Thy presence, know Thy grace,\\nFrom glory unto glory led.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "TKfloclD^lbealet 41\\nThou whom the grave could not retain,\\nNor Roman guard, nor envious seal confine,\\nBreak Thou our fetters with a touch divine,\\nHelp us Thy liberty to gain.\\nThou Lord and Brother of mankind,\\nThe past, the present, and the times to be\\nWith growing expectation look to Thee,\\nThe world s Deliverer to find.\\nBring to our darkened minds new light,\\nDiffuse Thy quickening radiance far and near;\\nVanquish the might of sin, dispel our fear\\nAnd let Thy day o erwhelm our night.\\nWake our dull souls from drowsy sleep,\\nLet us not here be fully satisfied\\nHelp us to rise with Thee to worlds untried,\\nLead Thou the way and near us keep\\nXXXVII\\nWhat powers now vaguely felt with longing deep,\\nWhat tireless strength where now we sleep or faint,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "42 Cbri5tU5 Wctor\\nWhat daring courage where our hearts now fail,\\nWhat joy of life and freedom shall be ours!\\nHow shall our hands reach back in sympathy\\nTo those still hampered by the weight of flesh;\\nHow shall we run with eager, flying feet\\nTo meet our loved ones on that radiant shore\\nAnd love s full rapture know for evermore\\nXXXVIII\\nWatty my Belovedy wait.\\nSwiftly the changeful seasons fly\\nI am coming y my Love, though late.\\nThe hour is drawing nigh,\\nWaity my Belovedy waity\\nStray not too far through regions fair\\nI am coming y my Lovey though late.\\nAnd I must find thee there.\\nWaity my Belovedy waity\\n1 fear lest thou outgrow thy mate\\nAnd I should come too late y too late\\nWait, O Beloved, wait.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Bnastaste 43\\nXXXIX\\nWas it an answer to my cry,\\nOr but a zephyr floating by,\\nA whisper or a sigh\\nLove is not dead it seemed to say,\\nLove never will be far away j\\nL too await that day.\\nLove will not go beyond its own j\\nThe more of bliss L here have known,\\nThe dearer hast thou grown.\\nu Love is not dwarfed by upward flight,\\nNor dazzled by celestial light\\nNor lost in Heaven s delight.\\nNay, when thou com f st to seek me, Dear,\\nL thy first wondering cry will hear,\\nBeloved, have no fear\\n4 Nor height nor depth shall separate\\nThere is no coming home too late\\nBe patient, Love, and wait", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "44 Cbrtetus IDictor\\nXL\\nFrom some commanding height that rears its crest\\nAbove the mists and clouds of earth, down looking\\nShall we not through that pure and tranquil air,\\nSee all our half- forgotten journey spread\\nBelow us like a landscape at our feet;\\nThe joyous, bloom-clad hills, the sunny plains,\\nThe quiet hamlet nestling in the shade,\\nThe city murmuring low of strife and toil,\\nThe mountains proudly lifting up their heads\\nWhere fleecy clouds float softly up the steep\\nWhose sturdy front has many a storm defied;\\nThe perilous descent, the dark ravine,\\nAnd, black with gloom, the terrible abyss;\\nSwift-flowing rivers flashing in the sun,\\nThe lake with islands on its peaceful breast,\\nFoul, stagnant fens and pools, the dark morass,\\nAnd, bounding all, that great mysterious sea\\nWhose waters bore us to the shores of time\\nThen shall the various paths by which we came\\nWind with a meaning far more bright and clear\\nThan when we trod those unfamiliar ways.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Bnastaate 45\\nXLI\\nDid early hope\\nDream of a gentler slope,\\nTuneful with Spring s alluring roundelay,\\nAnd bright\\nWith cloudless light\\nPoured on thy joyful way\\nAh, courage keep\\nPress on and scale the steep\\nTill thou the last sharp, rugged crag shall climb\\nThere shalt thou gain a view far more sublime,\\nAnd fairer seem thy track\\nWhen looking back\\nXLII\\nShall we not see life s mystery made plain,\\nAs some fair pictured tapestry that seems\\nUpon its nether side, beneath the hand\\nOf him who weaves, naught but disordered threads\\nAnd colors in a wild confusion mixed\\nWhile on the upper surface shine the forms\\nOf beauty, and the colors rich and rare\\nThat had their birth deep in the master s mind,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "46 Cbrietue Dictor\\nThere glowing ere they saw the light of day\\nOr like a painted vase, whose noble shape\\nIs overspread with pigments crude and dull,\\nThat by their discord seem its form to mar,\\nUntil the artist gives it to the fire\\nWhose fierce, relentless breath upon it pours,\\nMaking the colors blossom in the flame,\\nRich and resplendent in their harmony\\nShall we not be like some overweary child\\nFrom whose limp fingers slips the tedious task,\\nAnd, while it slumbers, Mother s gentle hands\\nUndo the stitches; all the tangled threads\\nIn order lay, and when the child awakes\\nIts tears have changed to smiles, its troubles fled\\nXLIII\\nSleep child of my love, Mother watches thy slumber,\\nNo more shall his troubles her darling annoy j\\nThe cares that distressed thee, so many in number,\\nHer hand will undo them, sleep sweetly, my boy.\\nO child of my love, that my fingers might ever\\nThy troubles remove, and swift succor afford j", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Bnastagfs 47\\nOr wilt thou, my hero, the tangled cords sever\\nThat fain would thee bind, with one blow of thy\\nsword?\\nPeace, child of my love, Mother watches thee sleeping,\\nShe longs for thy waking, as night for the day\\nThy mother with singing her love-watch is keeping\\nWhile baby is smiling, in dreamland at play.\\nXLIV\\nHow tenderly doth mother-love embrace\\nAll creatures, yea, the very earth enfolding!\\nSee gentle Night with softly soothing touch\\nLulling her child to sweet forgetfulness\\nWhere, bowing low, the assiduous Galaxy,\\nThe All-Mother, broods the weary, slumberous\\nEarth,\\nFrom rim to rim of the horizon bent,\\nAll love, her flowing garments wove of stars!\\nXLV\\nWhat splendors on my soul will break\\nWhen I from death s chill night awake!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "48 flbr(6tu6 IDictot\\nHow will mine eyes endure the light\\nStreaming upon their dazed sight\\nWhose touch will rouse me from my sleep\\nWhat form will o er me vigil keep\\nAnd when I feel that presence near\\nShall I not be o ercome with fear\\nHow shall I dare to see that face\\nSo full of majesty and grace\\nOr shall I cross the ghostly stream\\nWithout a sleep, without a dream\\nUnknowing drift from shore to shore,\\nDim earth behind, sunrise before\\nUntroubled by the strident gale,\\nUnconscious of the straining sail,\\nAll unawares the voyage make\\nFrom life to life without a break\\nAh, waiting Love will meet us there,\\nAnd mid the glories of that land\\nWill gently lead us by the hand\\nUntil our eyes the light can bear!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Bnastaate 49\\nXLVI\\nSoul, in thy Father s home the skies are fair,\\nThere shalt thou breathe a pure, refreshing air,\\nShalt bathe thy wounds in limpid morning light,\\nRest, and forget the turmoil and the fight.\\nWhen thou art rested shalt thou then explore\\nA wonder-land of beauty, and adore\\nThe Hand that leads thee, as each new surprise\\nRises sublime on thy bewildered eyes.\\nHow insubstantial now earth s fading dream,\\nHow like reality these marvels seem\\nSo blind thou wast with strange perversity,\\nThat thou the shadows only then couldst see!\\nNo troubled night shall end the happy day;\\nNo longer Right before the Wrong give way;\\nThere love shall bear its fruit through endless time,\\nAnd life grow full and strong in that fair clime.\\nXLVII\\nWhat joy to know the great of centuries past,\\nHeroes and sages and the patriarchs old,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "so Gbrietus IDtctor\\nLeaders of men in every land and age,\\nNot bowed and hoary with unnumbered years,\\nBut from earth s greatness to full stature grown,\\nMajestic now in manhood s glorious prime;\\nTo sit at rest in that great company,\\nWith those we love, and drink deep draughts of\\nlore\\nAnd wisdom from the masters of all time!\\nXLVIII\\nNo more these warriors lead their fellow-men\\nTo bleed for glory on the battle-field,\\nNor devastate the earth to crown their pride\\nFor greater wars and larger conquests now,\\nWith late-born zeal to serve their God and kind,\\nThey marshal heavenly hosts to vanquish wrong\\nWhere er it lingers in the universe,\\nLife-healing blossom of a noxious seed,\\nStrange fruitage of earth s strife for mastery!\\nXLIX\\nAnd these who scoffed at Heaven and holy things,\\nMade light and mocked where angels look with awe,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Snastasfs 51\\nSeeing how short their sight, how vast their loss\\nPoor dazed night-birds blinking at the day\\nIn deep humiliation own their shame.\\nL\\nNo more these sages in their nightly watch\\nWith feeble glass shall scan the starry vast,\\nTo measure suns and count the glittering orbs;\\nNo longer mocked and baffled by defeat,\\nWith clearer vision they explore the sky\\nAnd read the secrets of the firmament.\\nLI\\nThese dauntless souls who, loyal to their Lord,\\nRefused to bow the knee at Error s shrine,\\nWho scorned release at cost of truth betrayed,\\nCounting one man with God a greater host\\nThan armed multitudes upholding wrong;\\nUnconquered by the rack, or flame s fierce breath,\\nThe tiger s cruel fangs, the lion s fury,\\nThought it but gain to die, so Truth might live;\\nMeekly the shame and agony endured,\\nAs seeing Him who is invisible.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "52 Cbctetu* Victor\\nLII\\nLovers of truth and man no more despair\\nOf right, or suffer cruel martyrdom\\nThe ebbing tide is out, and now the sea,\\nTurning in strength, sweeps all before its flood!\\nLIII\\nAnd these who in each soul, howe er defiled,\\nBeheld a brother and a child of God;\\nWho loved their fellows well and strove to ease\\nThe heavy burdens of their earthly lot;\\nTo waken dead hearts with the thought sublime\\nThat all are children of the Almighty One,\\nImmortal heirs of a great heritage,\\nThese shall behold the glorious brotherhood\\nFor which they longed and wrought, at last com-\\nplete,\\nThe universal family of God.\\nLIV\\nNo more with patient toil these scholars trace\\nFor men in dusty tomes the word of life,\\nAnd seek the truth in ancient palimpsest,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Snastaste 53\\nOften with scorn and hatred as reward.\\nNow speak they with the Living Word and learn\\nHow simple is the truth, how plain the way;\\nHimself the glorious Truth for which they sought,\\nHimself the Way, the Light, the Life of men.\\nLV\\nAnd these rapt lovers of the Heart of Things,\\nWho saw the grace of flowering field and vale,\\nThe mystic shade of forests flecked with light,\\nThe purple mist upon far distant hills,\\nThe rush of seas, the storm s wild majesty;\\nWho felt the throbbing of a rhythmic pulse\\nAnd in the face of Nature saw her soul\\nWho in her myriad voices heard one voice\\nThat told them of her ancient mysteries;\\nHeard too in dreamy murmur of the breeze,\\nIn bird song and the insect s drowsy note,\\nIn sweet complainings of the wandering brook,\\nMelodious strains of nature s symphony;\\nWho saw the blush of dawn, the noon-tide pomp,\\nThe stately splendor of declining day,\\nThe melancholy twilight and the spell\\nCast o er the sleeping earth by the pale moon,\\nFilling the charmed air with floating forms", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "54 Gbrtetus Victor\\nDrifting like fleecy clouds around the fair\\nMistress of amorous Endymion,\\nEnamored of the peerless Queen of Night;\\nWho, when the moonbeams slept, with awe beheld\\nThe midnight glory, the triumphal march\\nOf constellations through the star-lit waste;\\nWho strove in toil and want and cold neglect\\nTo show a heedless world with brush and pen\\nAnd chisel, fragments of their visions fair,\\nAnd to interpret to their fellow-men\\nThe deepest passions of the human heart,\\nThese now are blest with clearer light, and know\\nThe full fruition of their earthly dreams,\\nAnd loftier raptures of creative joy!\\nLVI\\nThese others who, though lowly, still were true,\\nIn meekness following where their feet were led,\\nSteadfast in duty, vast uncounted throng\\nThat never knew how shining were their deeds,\\nNor dreamed how fruitful was the seed they sowed,\\nNow sparkle, jewels in His treasury\\nWho doth with foolish things confound the wise\\nAnd with weak things the mighty bring to naught.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Snaetaste 55\\nLVII\\nAh, not in slothful ease shall we recline\\nAnd dream away our new existence sweet;\\nThe dream is past, and life, more life is ours!\\nWith ever new desire shall we ascend\\nThose paths that climb o er glorious heights to Him\\nWhose beckoning hand forever leads the way.\\nNo dreary days of care, no nights of pain,\\nNo swiftly flying years that drag us on\\nWith cruel haste to meet the dreaded end,\\nThe end is past and time shall be no more!\\nNo more our little boats we daily launch\\nTo creep in fear along our native shore,\\nBut out upon the boundless ocean sail,\\nFree to explore the wonders of the deep.\\nOr sent as messengers of Love Divine,\\nKnights-errant to protect the weak from harm,\\nTo aid the brave contending for the right\\nAnd from unequal odds wrest victory;\\nTo turn a sinning brother from his sin\\nAnd help him forward on his homeward way,\\nWhat sights of beauty shall our eyes behold\\nAs, in vast journeys through the unnumbered\\nworlds,\\nWe view the many mansions of the sky!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "56 Cbrf6tU0 Wctor\\nLVIII\\nIt may be God has some far-reaching plan\\nOf life, some vast and wonderful design\\nEmbracing all creation, more benign\\nThan aught that ever charmed the heart of man\\nAh, who can tell\\nThe seed that for a thousand years lay buried out\\nof sight,\\nTill, mid a later race of men, it burst upon the\\nlight,\\nMay hide within it energies hereafter to be told,\\nAttesting its Creator s might with marvels manifold.\\nThe vine that buds and withers at my door\\nMay bear its fragrant blossoms on a shore\\nWhere summer never fades.\\nThe insect flitting through a single day\\nMay murmur praises somewhere far away\\nIn ever verdant glades.\\nThe little builder of the aerial arch\\nWith flying banneret and silken dome\\nMay in some future home\\nAs the long ages march,\\nGrowing in skill and understanding, build\\nMore lasting temples with mute worship filled.\\nDumb creature s eyes", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9lotfa in iBjceleia 57\\nThat often look so wistfully at me\\nI, wondering, may hereafter see\\nBeneath celestial skies.\\nAnd every bird that greets the dawn,\\nOr seeks its food upon the dewy lawn,\\nOr wanders free and fearless in the height,\\nOr throws its melancholy plaint upon the night,\\nMay in some cloudless country who shall\\nsay\\nRejoice in larger life, and sing alway\\nHis praises, every creature chanting: All is well!\\nYea, every beast at whose terrific voice the forests\\ntremble\\nMay, when the forces of Almighty Love at last\\nassemble\\nWith his full diapason swell the harmony of praise.\\nAnd every creature that is in the heavens\\nAnd on the earth and under it and such\\nAs dwell within the sea, yea all therein,\\nI heard say: Blessing, honor, glory, power\\nBe unto Him that sitteth on the throne,\\nAnd to the Lamb, forever and forever/\\nMethinks the tide of life that flows from God\\nWill strew no useless wreckage on the strand,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "58 Cbri6tu5 Victor\\nNor leave a periwinkle perishing for food\\nIn any inlet where it once has poured its flood;\\nBut rolling on with mighty surges vast,\\nLife sprung from God, too vital to be lost\\nIn dark oblivion or to chaos tossed,\\nWill somehow bless all creatures at the last\\nThrough evolutions infinitely grand.\\nMan craves for mystery; here is one indeed\\nAs deep, as high, as boundless as his need;\\nGo ponder well before, with rule and line,\\nYou take the measure of the Love Divine\\nLIX\\nWhat forms now dimly seen, what symphonies\\nOf music unimaginably sweet,\\nIn that glad life shall be our heritage!\\nSinging for joy the little ones of earth,\\nWhere once they lived a moment and were gone,\\nLike flocking birds a countless multitude\\nInnumerable as the buds of spring\\nIn rosy clouds of cherub faces bright\\nLike mists of dawn aglow with coming day,\\nFill all the happy heavens with ecstasy;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Gloria in J tcelete 59\\nAs larks a-wing, though hidden in the sky,\\nPour forth their carols to the listening earth\\nAnd flood the air with waves of melody:\\nLX\\nDew drops twinkling in the sun\\nEre the day has scarce begun,\\nIn Thy golden light we shine,\\nEver happy, ever Thine j\\nIn Thy hand, so safe and sure,\\nHold Thy little jewels pure.\\nThou from sin hast kept us free,\\nLord, we raise our song to Thee\\nThou didst give us human birth,\\nAnd a moment on the earth,\\nThat we might Thine image bear,\\nChildren of Thy love and care.\\nThose whose love about us twined,\\nIn whose hearts we were enshrined,\\nWe will lead to realms above,\\nWe will comfort with our love J\\nWe will lead them home to Thee,\\nHome for all eternity.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "60 Cbrfatus Victor\\nLXI\\nSoftly a summer breeze begins to blow\\nThrough woodlands, faint with heat of sultry noon,\\nEach slumbering leaf awakening with a kiss;\\nA murmur of delight flows quickly on\\nThrough whispering boughs, as stronger grows the\\nwind,\\nAnd all the trees their swaying branches wave,\\nTill from the rocking forest, far and wide,\\nA swelling chorus rises to the sky.\\nSo when some patient one, through stress and\\nstorm,\\nEnters that harbor of eternal rest,\\nOr when some weary prodigal returns\\nFrom sin, to seek again his Father s house,\\nSome ancient giant wrong on earth goes down\\nBefore the overwhelming charge of right,\\nAnd the world moves a little nearer Heaven\\nWhen, by the mandate of Creative Power,\\nSome orb, new-born and flaming in its course,\\nSpeeds through the trackless heavens to do His\\nwill,\\nOr when the Lord of Hosts His spirit breathes\\nOn the fierce passions of rebellious men\\nAnd leads them willing captives to the throne", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9lorfa in JEzceleie 61\\nOf Love Omnipotent, then from that vast\\nAnd thronging multitude shall one sweet voice\\nUtter a note of praise and victory;\\nAnd other voices, joining in the song,\\nPass it from host to host, from world to world,\\nUntil with grandeur past all human thought,\\nThe anthem rises in exultant strains,\\nAnd the melodious tide of music flows\\nThrough glowing aisles and sparkling arches high,\\nA lofty oratorio of praise\\nLXII\\nWhat raptured chords like floating incense rise:\\nHark how each home-returning host replies!\\nNow they relate how they have served our race,\\nAnd trophies lay before the Throne of Grace;\\nNow from the Lord of Life new powers receive\\nAnd hasten forth new triumphs to achieve.\\nAround the Throne like seas they ebb and flow,\\nLove s willing messengers they come and go,\\nHim serving whose Almighty Name they bear,\\nEager with mortal men their joy to share.\\nNow with soft warblings, now with bird-like call,\\nSweet cherubs carol songs antiphonal.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "62 Gbristus Victor\\nI hear them sing, faint echoes reach my ear;\\nThose tones I know, the words I cannot hear!\\nLXIII\\nWhat joy for us, with evil once oppressed,\\nWith discord and the mystery of life\\nThat o er our earthy way dark shadows cast\\nAnd filled our hearts with restless questioning,\\nBathed on those heavenly heights in cloudless light\\nTo watch God s purpose ripen, and to see\\nThe strong and feeble come, the old and young,\\nThe high and low of earth by many ways!\\nLXIV\\nThese come in haste, as flies the eager dove\\nO er land and sea, swift to her distant home,\\nWhere safe from harm her nestlings lie in peace;\\nThey saw the light celestial from afar\\nAnd pause not till they reach their journey s goal;\\nChosen of God, elect to lead the way\\nBefore the countless hosts that follow them,\\nSlow struggling out of darkness into light.\\nLXV\\nThese grope in darkness with dull, blinded eyes\\nThat cannot see the day that waits for them,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "21 JFIooD of Souls 63\\nTill at the breaking of some heavenly dawn\\nWith greater glory than the midday sun,\\nFlashes the light eternal on their night,\\nThrough earthly films, like lightning in the gloom!\\nLXVI\\nThese, footsore and with travel worn, retrace\\nTheir wilful steps through rugged, thorny paths,\\nScourged by the cruel scorpion-whips of sin\\nStern justice of inexorable Love\\nUntil they loathe the hateful thing that barred\\nThe way and from their birthright shut them out;\\nAnd there repenting of their sin, turn back\\nIn shame to drag their weary feet toward home.\\nLXVII\\nBehold this vast, innumerable host\\nFrom fireside, field and war s dread carnage flow-\\ning\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nStript of the vain habiliments of earth,\\nWherein they trusted once for place and power;\\nLeast where ambition would have placed them\\nhighest,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "64 Cbrfstus \\\\Dfctor\\nStarvelings though glutted with the husks of sin,\\nStunted and shrivelling in their nakedness,\\nAbashed and overwhelmed amid the throng\\nOf radiant beings strong in life undying\\nAnd in the front, lo, those their sin did hurt,\\nTheir victims once, when on the earth they dwelt,\\nCome forth to welcome them and to forgive!\\nWhose wandering eyes in pity on them turn;\\nWhose whispered words of high encouragement\\nLong dormant manhood waken in their breasts;\\nWho haste to give them joy as fast they come,\\nBorne Heavenward on love s buoyant atmosphere;\\nDrawn by the Heart once pierced for them on\\nearth,\\nStill pierced by human sin, till sin shall cease\\nDrawn by the Love Divine they long did spurn,\\nNow kindling in their hearts its deathless passion\\nA mighty flood of souls from every land,\\nWhose billows break upon the heavenly strand\\nLXVIII\\nLove is the Lord of Life, whose rhythmic breath\\nAll nature animates, Sovereign of Death;\\nLike ocean billows proudly tossing high\\nTheir foam-flecked manes against a stormy sky", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "a jf lOOfc Ot SOlllS 65\\nThat, heaving, break, and falling at His feet,\\nPlash on the footstool of His mercy-seat\\nHe sees the generations toward Him roll\\nAnd knows the need of every human soul;\\nLights worlds untold with mighty solar fires\\nAnd satisfies alone man s deep desires.\\nLXIX\\nNo murky Styx, no poison river pours\\nIts deadly waters with pollution foul\\nUpon those blooming fields so bright and fair,\\nTo desecrate the purity of Heaven.\\nThe countless mingled waves of this vast stream,\\nThough borne in muddy torrents, or through black\\nAnd miry swampland, though on earth defiled\\nWith many a stain and dark impurity,\\nThough dyed with blood and mixed with bitter tears,\\nShall by the alchemy of that pure soil\\nThrough which they flow upon their Heavenward\\ncourse,\\nAnd by the sunlight s clarifying power\\nLife-giving sunlight of Almighty Love\\nSo like to crystal shine that when they break\\nUpon celestial shores they shall make glad\\nWith sounding praise the city of our God!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "66 Gbrf6tU0 IDictor\\nLXX\\nNo little rivulet is this, confined\\nBy narrow banks that fret its doubtful way;\\nAll souls drift on the waters of this flood\\nLong as the course of time, wide as the world,\\nDeep as the heart s profound desire, the great\\nHome-coming of the human family\\nLXXI\\nBlest city, fairer than a blissful dream,\\nHome of my love, my longing soul s desire,\\nIn whose fair golden courts my loved ones wait,\\nHomesick, afar, thy joys I faintly see!\\nFade not so soon from my enraptured sight;\\nGlow, crystal walls; with light ethereal glow!\\nSparkle with precious gems, O ramparts high!\\nYe mighty bulwarks and foundations, blaze\\nWith sapphire, emerald, and amethyst!\\nYe glorious gates of pearl, stand open wide\\nTo welcome home the children of your King!\\nAh! not till His last child has entered in\\nThe last, lone, weary soul from the dead earth\\nWill God our Father bid you, portals fair,\\nUpon your golden hinges, joyful swing;\\nTo sin and sorrow shut, to night and death!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "B jflooD of Soute 67\\nLXXII\\nAnd as I think upon that mystic flood,\\nVast and resistless in its onward sweep,\\nHid in the shadows of antiquity,\\nFlowing to ages yet unborn and dim,\\nStretching beyond the reach of mortal eye,\\nMy heart stands still in wonder at the sight,\\nAwed and subdued by its immensity!\\nLXXIII\\nO Christ, have our poor feeble minds conceived\\nA work too mighty for Thy saving power\\nHave our fond hopes too great a burden laid\\nUpon Thy heart Are universal peace\\nAnd concord sweet, evil destroyed, the right\\nVictorious, God everywhere enthroned\\nIn willing hearts, are these some vision fair,\\nThe fleeting glory of a night, to fade\\nWhen we awake to the reality\\nLord, do we touch the border of Thy robe\\nDo we behold the outline of Thy plan\\nIs this a foretaste of immortal bliss\\nOr are we by some flitting light deceived;\\nLured to perdition by a mocking dream", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "68 Cbristus Wctor\\nLXXIV\\nHave we not read that Thou one day will sit\\nUpon Thy glorious Throne to judge the world,\\nAll nations gathered in vast concourse there\\nThat Thou in dread assize wilt judgment pass\\nThat Thou the good and evil wilt divide,\\nAs from his sheep the shepherd parts his goats\\nThat Thou the good to heavenly joys wilt call\\nThat all the wicked Thou wilt there condemn\\nTo suffer never-ending punishment\\nAnd from Thy sight forever exiled be,\\nWith demons cursed in everlasting fire\\nLXXV\\nHow have these words of fear from age to age,\\nLike some deep-tolling signal bell of doom,\\nSounded hope s knell and ushered in despair,\\nBy priestly craft enslaved the souls of men,\\nSanctioned the torment of the rack and stake,\\nMade reason reel and totter from her throne,\\nCrushed bleeding hearts that mourned for loved\\nones lost\\nLost if Thy love go not beyond the grave,\\nAnd with the bridal garments of Thy church\\nMixed the habiliments of hopeless woe!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Beonfal pruning 69\\nLXXVI\\nWhen from the language of the Orient,\\nSo warm with symbol and hyperbole,\\nThy words to our cold, Western speech are brought,\\nHow oft do men their better meaning miss,\\nTo rigid dogma freeze thine imagery!\\nLXXVII\\nHow many souls indignant at this tale\\nOf Heaven s injustice, spurn the proffered bliss\\nAnd turn away in loathing from a God\\nCalled Love, called Light, clothed with almighty\\npower,\\nWho in the name of justice could inflict\\nUpon His children, sinful though they be,\\nTorment and cruel agony, such as they\\nOn their worst enemy would scorn to lay.\\nLXXVIII\\nMen in their hearts despise this Mighty One,\\nPowerless to guide the souls that He has made!\\nHow many brave, unselfish ones have grieved", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "70 Gbrtetus IDfctot\\nFor those they loved through sin and shame,\\nthough dead\\nIn unrepented sin, and without hope,\\nWith broken hearts, have longed to go to them,\\nCareless of Heaven, if they might share their\\nfate\\nSo noble and so strong is human love!\\nLXXIX\\nHow long, how long shall Terror sit enthroned,\\nWith iron heel to crush the hearts of men\\nAnd rule the world by fear, where Love should\\nreign\\nO Christ, forgive the wrong that we have done,\\nThe cruel words that we have made Thee speak.\\nLXXX\\nDidst Thou not rather say that ere the last\\nOf those that heard Thy words should taste of\\ndeath,\\nJerusalem the Holy, recreant to\\nHer Lord, the King of Kings, should meet her\\ndoom\\nIn such o er whelming sorrow that the sun", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Beonfal \u00c2\u00a9tuning 71\\nAnd moon should veil their faces at the sight,\\nThe pitying skies drop stars upon the earth\\nAs tears, in sympathy with Zion s woe,\\nAnd all the powers of heaven should shaken be,\\nIn consternation at her overthrow;\\nThat then the Chosen People of the Lord\\nShould see the ancient order pass away\\nAnd desolation stalk throughout their land;\\nThat Thou among all nations of the earth\\nWouldst then Thy kingdom found on Love to Man\\nAnd deeds of love should supersede the Law;\\nThat service to Thy brethren Thou wouldst take\\nAs service done unto Thyself; that they\\nWho on the weak and helpless took no pity\\nShould go henceforth, not to unending woe\\nElse wert Thou casting off who need Thee most\\nBut, self -cursed by their selfishness and sin,\\nSuffer seonial, purifying fires\\nWithin the soul, where er the soul may be,\\nAll else stript off, soul face to face with God,\\nSuffer a just, reforming chastisement,\\nGonial pruning, sharply cutting off\\nTheir dead and withered branches, till they bear\\nFruit for Thy garner, pleasing in Thy sight;\\nThat neath Thy rule this law unchanged should be;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "72 Gbrfstus IDictor\\nThat now and evermore at this tribunal\\nNations and men for judgment must appear\\nBy Thy criterion of Love to Man\\nLo, they who know not love know not yet God:\\nFor God is love, and this is life eternal:\\nGod and His Son to know, whom He hath sent,\\nNot knowing whom is death, eternal death.\\nThy judgments are eternal, timeless, lift\\nClean out of space, above all circumstance.\\nAh, what is space that it should hem Thee in\\nOr what is time that it should limit Thee\\nFor space is naught but a star-dusty scroll,\\nAnd fleeting time a brief and broken line\\nIn Thy grand epic of eternity!\\nLXXXI\\nThou Patient One, how must Thou grieve to see\\nThe slow, hard heart of man obscure Thy light\\nAs doth the moon, with narrow, darkling disc,\\nEclipse the sun s resplendent face at noon!\\nLXXXII\\nO gentle Shepherd, Thou didst tell of one\\nWho sought his wilful, straying sheep afar\\nUntil he found it in the wilderness.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "De Sougbt until 1be afounD 73\\nHe did not seek awhile till night came on\\nAnd the dark river lay across his path,\\nAnd there turn back and leave his sheep to die,\\nTorn by the wolves upon the mountain-side.\\nNot so short-lived and fickle was his love;\\nHe sought until he found, and laying then\\nHis sheep upon his shoulders, homeward turned\\nAnd to his flock and fold rejoicing came.\\nLord, in that Shepherd Thou Thyself didst show;\\nNo cry of pain unheeded smites Thine ear,\\nNo dusky river bounds Thy searching love;\\nThou art not Saviour on the earth and then\\nWhen Death is past, a stern, relentless Judge.\\nWe trust Thy never-ending love, the same\\nFrom ancient days till now, from now till Thou\\nAt last Thy flock complete to God shalt bring;\\nThy flock ingathered from a thousand hills\\nOf Earth, and from the shining plains of Heaven\\nYea, from the abode of terror and despair;\\nFrom east, from west, from height, from depth they\\ncome,\\nOne flock, one Shepherd, one rejoicing fold,\\nAll wanderers found, all foes by Thee subdued,\\nSubdued by love, not fear, All-Conquering One,\\nLord of the living and the dead!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "74 (Jbrtstua IDfctor\\nLXXXIII\\nO Christ,\\nIf God is Love and Light and if in Him\\nNo darkness is, then love and light should lead,\\nAnd following these shall I not find the truth\\nLXXXIV\\nThou didst call God our Father, whose great heart\\nBurning with love for the rash prodigal,\\nHis lost and wayward son, could not await\\nHis coming, but with eager haste ran forth,\\nAs from afar He saw him nearing home,\\nWeary of sin; and falling on his neck,\\nRejoiced that He had found His child again.\\nThou didst call God our Father, Thou didst show\\nThis Pole Star set to guide us in the night,\\nAnd any path that leads not toward that Star\\nLeads not to truth, but to some evil snare\\nOf man s device, or to some precipice!\\nLXXXV\\nOur Father! When the Son of God went forth\\nTo war upon the oppressions of the world,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9ut ffatbet 75\\nTo break the power of tyrants, and to storm\\nThe strongholds of a thousand ancient wrongs\\nEntrenched in hoary rite and privilege,\\nHe girt no flaming sword upon His thigh,\\nNor at each giant evil hurled defiance,\\nNor let His legions loose upon the foe.\\nAh no Apparelled in simplicity,\\nHe went as David ran with pebbles twain\\nFrom out the brook to slay the Philistine.\\nTwo simple words He planted deep as seed,\\nDeep in the fertile soil of human hearts,\\nThere long to germinate until the thought\\nGrew up among the nations worn with strife\\nGrew as the mighty banyan grows, from root\\nTo root, far-spreading, weary Earth to shield,\\nSun-beat and torn by tempest that if God\\nOur Father were, then brothers all mankind!\\nThis germ, so simple, so sublime, hath wrought\\nAs leaven in the world now one by one,\\nOppressions totter, smitten unto death.\\nAghast before its simple majesty\\nDespots in armed alliance watch askance\\nTheir dreaded foe, as conquering on it comes.\\nOur Father/ breathed upon a myriad lips\\nIn aspiration for a better day,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "76 Gbrfetus IDtctoc\\nShall mighty throes of revolution heave\\nAnd empires overturn and overturn.\\n11 Our Father wonder-working talisman\\nBefore whose charm the peoples are transformed;\\nHail, corner stone of human brotherhood!\\nHail, sacred charter of man s liberty,\\nThou pledge and prophecy of coming good,\\nForerunner of a world-democracy,\\nLed by the aristocracy of love,\\nWhose royal title-deed to rank is service!\\nHail, mercy s gentle angel earthward flown,\\nSweet almoner of Heavenly Charity,\\nAngel of Help, thy tender ministries\\nThe poor shall succor and the suffering heal\\nBlest thought of home, thy cheering fireside-glow\\nDoth melt the hardened heart and soothe the soul\\nLXXXVI\\nThough man forget from whence he came,\\nOr with neglect his birthright scorn,\\nHe cannot change his rank or name,\\nFor he a child of God was born\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth:\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9ut Jfatber 77\\nThough satisfied with low delight,\\nUnmindful of the heavenly day\\nThat streams in vain upon his sight\\nTo glorify his earthly way,\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth\\nThough he, with base ingratitude\\nLove s care and mercy should despise,\\nThat Love which raiment gives, and food,\\nAnd with earth s beauty feasts his eyes,\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth!\\nThough on the Lord he turn his back\\nAnd spurn the love that for him waits,\\nThough he Love s messenger attack\\nAnd drive with insult from his gates,\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth:\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth!\\nThough poor and needy be his lot,\\nAnd troubles thicken day by day,\\nThough by his fellow-men forgot,\\nWhile care and hardship crowd his way,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "78 Jbrf0tus iDlctor\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth:\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth!\\nThough peace and joy of life be gone,\\nThough brought by sin to mortal pain,\\nThe far-off goal shall yet be won,\\nThe truth unchanged will yet remain\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth:\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth\\nHe comes no suppliant begging bread,\\nNor craves he grace of nobler hands,\\nErect he holds his kingly head,\\nHeir of all ages and all lands;\\nOf royal lineage he, and princely birth:\\nHis Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth!\\nNaught, naught the mighty bond can break\\nThat binds the Father to His child,\\nNor Death nor Hell His purpose shake,\\nThough vast their storm and wreckage wild\\nMan is of royal lineage and birth:\\nHis father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth!\\nThe Lord of Life, who brought him forth,\\nUndaunted by the sin of man,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9ur jfatbet 79\\nIngratitude and folly s froth,\\nIn triumph will fulfil His plan;\\nWe are of royal lineage and birth,\\nSons of the Sovereign Lord of Heaven and Earth!\\nLXXXVII\\nHow art thou satisfied with husks and swine,\\nThou scion of a royal house divine\\nWhy dost thou linger in the wilderness,\\nSelf-exiled from thy home, in sore distress\\nDost thou not long for thine ancestral halls,\\nWhere love illuminates the glowing walls,\\nWhere treasure past thy wildest dream is stored\\nAnd lavish plenty piles the groaning board\\nDost thou not long to leave thy low estate\\nFor nobler joys that on thy coming wait;\\nTo smell the subtile perfume of the air\\nBlown from the gardens round that homestead fair;\\nTo hear aeolian whispers breathing low\\nCalling to mind loved sounds of long ago;\\nTo see that home unchanged from age to age,\\nGuarding secure thine ancient heritage\\nTo feel the bounding pulse of manhood leap\\nThrough all thy veins, so long in sin asleep,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "80 Gbrfstus IDictor\\nAnd have the robe of honor round thee thrown,\\nClothed with thy Father s glory as thine own\\nDost thou not long to feel the old embrace\\nAnd see love s pity in thy Father s face,\\nThe while these long-expectant gates resound\\nWith ringing welcome for the lost one found\\nShake off thy lethargy, immortal soul,\\nThy Father waits to bless and make thee whole\\nLXXXVIII\\nOnce did my father s strong and tender hand\\nNurse me through sickness back from death s dark\\nstrand,\\nBack from the chilly waters called my soul,\\nAnd by his care and watching made me whole.\\nSome day a Father s voice will call me home,\\nHome from this land of shadows bid me come,\\nBack from earth s fitful dream and death s alarm,\\nLed and protected by His mighty arm\\nWake me to life, glad strength no more to lack,\\nWith all my ailments cast behind my back!\\nLXXXIX\\nBut we have read of that dread sin that no\\nForgiveness hath in this world or the world", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "XSbc TKHratb of Hove 81\\nTo come. Has not this horror drawn a cloud\\nAcross the sun for many a saddened soul,\\nAnxious lest he at last should meet this doom\\nHow oft has reason staggered neath the load!\\nWhat gentle hearts in hopeless death have sunk,\\nHunted by this grim spectre to the grave!\\nHow many mock who fain would love the Lord\\nCould He forgive unto the uttermost,\\nWere His love greater than our greatest sin.\\nHow many generous minds would never bow\\nBefore a God who could refuse to grant\\nForgiveness to an humble suppliant!\\nXC\\nHave thou no part nor lot in such a thought\\nMy soul! believe it not, consent thou not\\nThus to malign the Saviour s spotless name.\\nUpon Almighty God cast no such slur\\nBorn of old error, of mistaken zeal,\\nOr of some impious conspiracy,\\nTo forge, with this dread thought, the fetters strong\\nThat for long ages bound the minds of men\\nImprisoned by a priestly tyranny!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "82 Gbrfstus Wctor\\nXCI\\nWhat phrase is this that holds us thus enthralled,\\nIn this world or the next This world, forsooth\\nAnd wherefore read we not in place of world,\\nA lifetime, generation, or a space;\\nA dispensation, era, period,\\nAn age Why should all these rejected be,\\nThat would comport with God s high character\\nAnd leave us hope for ages yet to come,\\nWhen that past time and this in which we live\\nHave gone, and in the long eternity\\n./Eons of aeons, cycles all unknown,\\nDuration vast, unwasting, yet to come\\nForgiveness might be found for every sin\\nHas Christ not told us that the letter kills\\nAnd that the spirit only giveth life\\nWhat earnest aspirations after God,\\nWhat high and holy thoughts, what pure desires\\nHas letter-worship strangled at the birth,\\nRelentless, pitiless, implacable!\\nXCII\\nHow have we stumbled at these fearful words\\nFrom Him who bade us love our enemies,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "ttbe TOlratb of %ove 83\\nThat like our Heavenly Father we might be;\\nWho on the unjust and the just alike\\nThe blessing of His rain bestows; who makes\\nHis great, life-giving sun to rise and shine\\nReviving both the evil and the good;\\nBade us forgive our brother though he sin\\nAgainst us many times oft multiplied,\\nAnd on the cross forgave His murderers!\\nXCIII\\nNay, Thou didst utter hot, indignant words,\\nThe terrors of Thy wrath, O Lamb of God,\\nGainst them who would the Holy Spirit quench\\nWherever it might move the hearts of men\\nWith comfort for their sorrow; or might give\\nFresh courage to Thy followers who faint\\nIn their long, valiant warfare upon sin\\nOr, through the gathering darkness might break\\nforth\\nIn flashes of new light from that clear day\\nThat streams forever round the Throne of God\\nWhether in time long past, when Thou didst walk\\nOn earth, or when with noiseless footsteps or\\nWith clash of battle s wild commotion, Thou\\nForever sowing seed for times to come,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "84 Cbrfstus Dictor\\nForever leading men to light and life\\nHast led the nations after Thee, along\\nThe solemn, storm-swept, sun-flecked colonnade\\nOf centuries that leads to our late age.\\nXCIV\\nHow fierce the righteous wrath of love Behold\\nThe father sternly force his wilful son\\nFrom suicidal crime; the mother stand\\nBetween her child and shame with flashing eyes\\nAnd eloquence of wrath; nay, the wild beast\\nLove s fury knows, when she defends her young!\\nxcv\\nNo sterner, fiercer words, O Christ, e er fell\\nOn mortal ear than when Thou didst arraign\\nThe foes of truth, who would the Spirit quench\\nAnd hinder those who sought its voice to hear.\\nThen Thou, like fiery rain, upon their heads\\nThe maledictions of Thy wrath didst pour;\\nThe fierce, relentless wrath of love, not hate,\\nWrath in defence of trusting ones shut out\\nHurl dst Thou on keepers of the door of truth\\nWho closed it on meek faces entering;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Gbe TflMtatb of %ove 85\\nWrath of upbraiding sorrow for the fate\\nOf faithless stewards courting dire distress,\\nGonial grief ere they from sin should turn\\nNeedless, would they but hear Thy voice and live.\\nXCVI\\nThough men blaspheme the God who speaks to\\nthem\\nBy all of nature s faithful ministries,\\nBy all the holy prophets of His word\\nThough men revile the blessed Son of Man,\\nYet may they be forgiven in this age:\\nBut when a man blasphemes the God within,\\nThat dove-like broods upon the dormant soul\\nO Paraclete, Companion, Comforter!\\nTo waken it to loftier, nobler life,\\nHow hardly, in this age or that to come\\nShall he forgiveness find for this dread sin!\\nXCVII\\nThe man who conscience stifles, who calls right\\nThat which he knows is wrong; who knows the\\ngood,\\nYet says to Evil, Thou shalt be my good,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "86 Cbrfetue Victor\\nThat man the intimacy of his God\\nHas violated, and with insult scorned\\nThe bosom Friend who pleads with him in vain;\\nWho still with silent footstep follows him\\nTo whisper in his ear at busy noon,\\nIn unexpected places call his name,\\nTo look upon him, from the star-lit sky\\nWith deep, clear-shining eyes that pierce his soul;\\nHis sleep to startle with strange, troubled dreams\\nThat will not fade, but echo through the day;\\nBesetting day by day, before, behind,\\nTo visit him with pain, remorse and woe\\nIn this life, in the life to come, unquenched\\nWhile sin remains to feed the flame; till he\\nSomewhere shall meet Him face to face, and there\\nDrawn by the love that would not let him go,\\nConquered by faithful love, love stern but true,\\nUnto his Father turns a penitent.\\nXCVIII\\nO Christ, defend us all in this our day,\\nFrom such dark sin let us not dare to call\\nThee servant of Beelzebub to quench\\nThe Spirit, though it choose some lowly voice,\\nSome unknown follower of the Living God", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Gbe TKIlratb ot TLove 87\\nTo prophesy new truth, so old, yet new\\nAnd from Thy royal treasury bring forth\\nThy precious jewels to enrich mankind;\\nTo show Thy grace more high, more deep, more\\nvast\\nThan man-made creeds and systems would allow.\\nXCIX\\nThou art Incarnate Love, and when that Love\\nHas purged with fierce, long-lasting penal fires\\nThe dross from the pure gold in these gross hearts,\\nGod will, through untold ages yet to come,\\nShow the exceeding riches of His grace\\nIn kindness toward us through Thy saving name.\\nIt is our sin God would destroy, not us;\\nAll we His children are, and unto Him\\nDo mercies and forgivenesses belong;\\nFor Love, our God, is a consuming fire,\\nConsuming human guilt, not living souls!\\nTo every cold or troubled heart\\nThe treasures of Thy love impart;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "88 Cbri6tU0 Victor\\nThy pity for each human woe,\\nLead us our brother-love to show;\\nBeneath Thy rule, O Prince of Peace,\\nMay strife and sin and sorrow cease.\\nHasten the coming of the time\\nWhen love shall lead in every clime;\\nThat long-expected, longed-for day\\nWhen all shall own Thy gentle sway,\\nThy kingdom spread from sea to sea,\\nThy praises fill eternity\\nCI\\nDidst Thou not also say: I am the Door\\nAgain Thou saidst: If any man shall knock,\\nIt shall be opened unto him. And didst\\nThou mean that for this little span of life\\nThou wouldst receive the weary to Thy home,\\nAnd those who seek for rest and peace with Thee,\\nBut that when death is past, and those blind eyes\\nThat could not see on earth Thy loveliness,\\nOr, dazzled by some fleeting joy, refused\\nThy hospitality, ah, didst Thou mean", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Gbe Door 89\\nThat when they turned again to seek Thy love\\n(Perhaps in some far distant time and world),\\nRepenting of their sin and wasted years,\\nAnd humbly knocked for entrance to Thy home,\\nThen Thou wouldst shut the door upon their cry\\nAnd let them wander in their misery,\\nCursing Thy name throughout unending time\\nLord, Thou didst set no bounds! Thou didst not\\nsay,\\nTill death, else wouldst Thou be the vanquished\\none\\nAnd Death would triumph over Thee, Nay, Lord,\\nForgive the thought; Thou art Thyself the Door\\nNo fortress gate whose slow, reluctant hinge\\nBegrudges entrance to lost refugees;\\nThis door admits us to our Father s house,\\nTo each faint knock wide open is it thrown,\\nAnd, from within, forth streams the light of home.\\nFor whosoever unto Thee doth come\\nThou wilt, O Christ, in no wise cast him out,\\nNor time nor place can quench Thy boundless\\nlove,\\nBut with those arms that were extended wide\\nUpon the bitter cross for all mankind\\nThou wilt embrace and draw him to Thy heart.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "go Gbrtetus Wctor\\nCII\\nBut canst Thou draw men thus How slow our\\nhearts\\nTo trust Thy patient love, Thy boundless grace,\\nThat with unwearied patience waits for all!\\nWhen Thou didst see the dreaded cross loom up\\nAnd throw its shadow on Thy lonely path,\\nThou, the far distant future then beholding,\\nMadest a promise great and wonderful,\\nPregnant with blessing vast for humankind,\\nThat if Thou shouldst be lifted up above\\nThe earth in mortal agony, Thou wouldst\\nDraw all men unto Thee. Thy word we trust.\\nHow great that word, how comforting the thought!\\nGive us strong faith till Thou Thy word fulfil!\\ncm\\nI did not ask for life. By God s decree\\nHelpless I came athwart the light of day.\\nMy lot already cast, my wish ignored,\\nI had no voice to say if I would be.\\nWould He who forced my being on me leave\\nMy unknown future, my eternal fate", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "ttbe Eternal paeafon of 5ofc 91\\nIn these weak hands Would He bid me decide\\nMy course, and at some parting of the ways\\nMake final choice, with feeble sight and will,\\nWhich way I go Has He who hides from me\\nThe morrow till it come, left me to plan\\nMy journey through unending time, while yet\\nI, purblind, grope for light in this crude state\\nEnough for me to follow day by day\\nWith trustful heart in the plain path of duty,\\nSure that the end is safe in God s strong hand.\\nMan may obey his Maker, or defy\\nAwhile the One that bore and nourished him,\\nBut not a hairbreadth will Almighty Love\\nConcede to aught that would its end confuse.\\nSin unto each full recompense will bring\\nOf misery and pain, Tartarean fires\\nDeep burning in the soul, to drive him back\\nInto the homeward path. How oft, how far\\nWe stray, how long sin s torments we endure,\\nThat lies with us. The end man cannot change,\\nFor, saith the Lord: I am the First and Last\\nI the beginning am, and I the end,\\nThe Alpha and the Omega.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "92 Cbrf0tu6 IDtctor\\nCIV\\nAlas,\\nSin may deceive and we afar may stray,\\nOur evil hearts our Maker may defy,\\nAnd Retribution, with her face of steel\\nAnd form of terror girt with consternation,\\nOur steps may follow with majestic mien,\\nPoint out our rugged way with fiery sword,\\nRelentless, scourge us on to keen remorse,\\nAnd terrible may be our agony\\nUntil with bleeding feet we reach the goal.\\nThen with a clearer vision shall we see\\nStern Retribution, her long warfare over,\\nLoosen her corselet, doff her visor grim,\\nLay from her dreadful form the clanking mail\\nAnd show her face, the radiant face of Love!\\nFor love at last must triumph over all,\\nNor sin nor death from God s firm hand may\\nsnatch\\nHis offspring, for whose sake He made the worlds.\\nCV\\nWould God our Father wake us from our sleep\\nThe deep and dreamless sleep of nothingness", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "tlbe JSternal ipassion of 5oD 93\\nTo offer us a slender, mocking chance\\nWould He have called His children into life,\\nVast throng of souls, unnumbered and unknown,\\nThrough untold ages, in far sundered lands\\nWhere they in darkness sat, nor knew His name,\\nThink you that He would call them forth for this\\nIs His free gift our glorious heritage\\nThe sport of chance and coupled with a snare\\nIs Chance co-partner with the Lord of Hosts\\nShall circumstance of birth, or time, or place,\\nDefeat His will and spoil our destiny\\nCVI\\nWould God our Father scatter living souls\\nLike seeds that flutter in the aimless blast\\nThat recks not where they fall, in fertile soil\\nTo live, or on the arid sands to die\\nLost seeds may feed the hungry fowl, but God\\nWill glut no ravenous Moloch with the seed\\nOf His immortal being, nor cast forth\\nHis offspring, careless where they drift or fall.\\nShould our Almighty Parent treat us so,\\nHow Evil, insolent with growing power,\\nWould lift his taunting voice and God deride!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "94 Gbrtetus Wctor\\nHow blighting Chaos his lost sway would claim!\\nHow Order back to wild confusion fly!\\nO Love, thou blushest at the unworthy thought\\nO Justice, what a libel on thy name!\\nDarkness, what a triumph over Day!\\nShall not the Judge of all the earth do right\\nCVII\\nWhither upon this strange and changeful sea\\nNow calm, now joyful, sparkling in the sun\\nAs if a million diamonds rained from heaven,\\nNow dark with gathering clouds, now swept by\\nstorm\\nDrifts my frail bark, beset with doubts and fears\\n1 cannot clearly see, the night comes on,\\nThe hoarse gale winds its bellowing trumpets wild,\\nAnd like a shroud the dread mist wraps me in.\\nI fear the night, I hear the breakers grind\\nUpon the cruel, threatening rocks. But still\\nTo guide me on my way, to quell my fear,\\nFrom the far shores, with oft-repeated tones,\\nI hear a steady signal blowing loud\\nThrough the thick night, above the tempest s roar,\\nWith clarion voice proclaiming: God is Love.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Zbc Sternal passion of 3oD 95\\nIn vain the angry winds that voice defy,\\nIn vain their tumult would His signal drown,\\nIn vain the murky fog would smother it;\\nThrough all the storm, through all the doubt and\\ngloom,\\nI hear the broken echoes answer: Love!\\nCVIII\\nIf any single soul shall drift in woe,\\nBy fear, tempestuous and eternal, driven,\\nLost on a shoreless sea in endless storm,\\nOr hopeless sink, engulfed in the abyss\\nNo floating spar, no hand outstretched to save\\nFrom the unpitying water s awful swirl\\nPlunged headlong down to everlasting night,\\nIn darkness quenched, a living soul destroyed,\\nWill not God s thought for it have been in vain,\\nHis ancient promises be unfulfilled,\\nThe triumph of the Cross be incomplete,\\nAnd victory be mingled with defeat\\nCIX\\nAh never sank a sinning soul so low,\\nBut God s paternal hand could deeper go\\nHis perishing child to save.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "96 Cbti6tu0 Dfctor\\nThough shipwrecked by sins overwhelming weight,\\nGod s hand has rescued from as hard a fate\\nSome other castaway.\\nHow shall I set a limit to His grace,\\nHow dare I cloud the glory of His face\\nAbide His time have faith through weary days\\nThat at the last each soul shall sing His praise\\nWho moulds the hearts of men.\\nCX\\nOft have I heard, upon the night-wind borne,\\nA mellow- throated robin piping low\\nAs if, lone herald of the distant morn,\\nHis little heart with rapture were aglow.\\nSome secret influence of the coming day\\nHad waked him from his leaf-embowered sleep,\\nTill in the rushing torrent of his lay\\nOutpoured the joy no night could silent keep.\\nhappy warbler, whose glad matins raise\\nSuch tuneful worship to thine Unknown Friend,\\n1 too would laud His name and sing His praise\\nAnd magnify His mercy without end.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Gbe Eternal paseion of \u00c2\u00a9o 97\\nFor I have seen the breaking of a light\\nMore fair than ever rose to greet thine eyes,\\nWhose coming shall forever banish night\\nAnd fill with joy the waiting earth and skies.\\nI see afar the glowing wheels of light,\\nI hear the fleeing spirits of the night;\\nWould that my voice might flow as clear and\\nstrong,\\nAs hope-inspiring as the robin-song!\\nCXI\\nIf man can tame the fierce and ruthless beast\\nFilled with wild passion and the lust for blood;\\nIf in that shaggy breast man can implant\\nA germ of love for one who gives him food,\\nCannot the Lord in man s rebellious heart\\nKindle a spark, in some forgotten cell\\nOf His own temple, ruined and unused,\\nThat smouldering long, perchance unfelt, unseen,\\nWith stench of smoke, or faint uncertain glow\\nShall burst at last to flame in the dark night,\\nFanned into life by some strong wind of Heaven,\\nAnd blazing, signal from its far-off hill\\nAn answer to His beacon-light of love", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "98 Cbri6tu0 IDictoc\\nCXII\\nIf man can find a way to reach the dark\\nImprisoned mind, when every sense is dead\\n(Deaf ears and sightless eyes, nor any speech)\\nAnd light and comfort to the prisoner bring,\\nCannot the Lord the dormant soul arouse,\\nThough buried in a dungeon black as night;\\nCannot a ray of His pure light steal in\\nTo wake the sleeper and dispel the gloom\\nCXIII\\nIf when the tree is withered, parched, and dead,\\nRefreshing rains can wake in the deep root\\nNew life that shoots from darkness to the day,\\nWith verdure glad and bright with blossoms fair,\\nCannot the Lord, with all His gracious showers\\nOf living waters, reach dead, sterile souls\\nLong heedless of His love, and make them feel\\nThe breathing of His Spirit like the Spring,\\nAnd bud and bloom, with precious fruit, to grace\\nCelestial gardens of the King of Kings\\nCXIV\\nO Thou whose name is Love, dost Thou not long\\nTo draw each child of Thine unto Thyself", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "Gbe Eternal passion ot (5oD 99\\nAll souls are Thine, Thou holdest each essential;\\nArt Thou then God and canst not claim Thine own!\\nThou madest day and night, sunshine and storm;\\nThou madest Good and hast created Evil;\\nThou comprehendest and controllest all.\\nCannot Thy perfect wisdom find a way\\nHard hearts to reach and stubborn wills to lead\\nCannot Omnipotence the way make plain,\\nJustice and Might and Wisdom serving Love\\nFor these, though lordly, be but servitors\\nThat Love Divine upon His sapphire throne,\\nEach in his own concentric region vast,\\nWith triple zones of glory girdle round.\\nCXV\\nO Thou that from eternity\\nUpon Thy wounded heart hast borne\\nEach pang and cry of misery\\nWherewith our human hearts are torn,\\nThy love upon the grievous cross\\nDoth glow, the beacon-light of time,\\nForever sharing pain and loss\\nWith every man in every clime.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "ioo Cbti0tU6 IDictor\\nHow vast y how vast Thy sacrifice.\\nAs ages come and ages go,\\nStill waiting, till it shall suffice\\nTo draw the last cold heart and slow.\\nCXVI\\nWhy should we doubt Thy power Shall the un-\\nseen\\nAnd silent current that pervades the earth\\nDraw the frail needle trembling in the storm\\nWhere shipwreck threatens on tumultuous seas,\\nOr exiles wander, lost in forest gloom,\\nShall this mysterious influence surely draw\\nThe needle to the pole until it point\\nSteadfast and true, and shall we doubt Thy power\\nTo attract the heart of man unto Thyself\\nCXVII\\nShall the majestic sun that rules the heavens\\nHold in his grasp the planets as they roll\\nIn solemn order through the realms of light;\\nSend forth his mighty forces and turn back\\nThe flaming comet in his headlong flight,\\nBack from the awful depths of space unknown", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Zbc Eternal passion of (3oD ioi\\nThe blazing fugitive recall and make\\nThis wonder of the skies obedient come\\nShall suns and systems scattered far and wide\\nThroughout lone regions measureless to thought,\\nWorlds new-born, nebulous, in vapor swathed,\\nFierce molten globes with fiery cyclones torn,\\nRock-ribbed and sea-girt planets whirling by,\\nDead worlds, dark phantoms of the firmament,\\nIn ceaseless march and wheel and countermarch\\nThrough the thick-woven orbit-maze of space\\nStupendous rhythm that marks the eternal year\\nWith seed and blossom, fruitage and decay\\nWhile each its pathway keeps, its course fulfils,\\nNor clashing worlds in dread collision shake\\nThe universe with terror and dismay\\nShall these harmonious orbs roll on in peace,\\nObedient to the all-persuasive power\\nOf far Alcyone, great central sun,\\nLeading these hosts forever on and on\\nWe know not whither and we know not how;\\nAnd shall not He who rules the universe\\nThroned in calm unmarred by discord dire\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWho out of chaos and primeval night,\\nWhen all the morning stars together sang,\\nSummoned these shining spheres to illume the void,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "102 Gbrf5tus IDictor\\nWith torches lighting His triumphal way,\\nAnd all the sons of God for joy did shout\\nPaeans of praise shall not this Mighty One\\nOrder the ways of His own family,\\nAnd from sin s chaos lead the sons of men\\nOr shall we doubt that Thou, Incarnate Love,\\nSon of the Highest, Sent of God, canst draw\\nUnto Thyself all souls, though lost in sin,\\nIn far-off regions lost to all but Thee\\nCXVIII\\nBut must we ever follow, never lead\\nAre we not free May we not choose our way\\nShall this o ermastering force compel consent\\nIs loss of liberty the price of bliss!\\nCXIX\\nSpirit of freedom,, thou dost love the sea,\\nTrackless and storm-tost ocean wild and free,\\nFaint symbol of thine own eternity.\\nThe seagulls wheel and soar and fearless roam,\\nThe stormy petrel dashes through the foam\\nThe mighty billows heave, the tempests roar,\\nThe proud waves break along the sounding shore\\nAnd chant the song of freedom evermore I", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Spirit of jf reeDom 103\\nCXX\\nThou dost delight in every mountain-side\\nFar from the strife and eager toil of men,\\nWhere like Thy spirit blows the unfettered wind,\\nWhere in sweet freedom roam the deer untamed,\\nWhere high above the darkling forest s gloom\\nThe eagle soars, rejoicing on his way.\\nAuthor and God of freedom, Thou dost love\\nThe mountains range on range, with glory crowned,\\nKissed by the setting sun as fades the day,\\nWhose peaks climb heavenward toward Thy dwell-\\ning-place.\\nThere Freedom s voice resounds from crag to crag,\\nThere plunging torrents her glad anthem raise,\\nThere avalanches shout her deathless name.\\nThou lov st the cataract s majestic curve\\nWhose waters rush impetuous thundering down\\nTo misty depths with hovering Iris crowned,\\nWhere from the abyss vast alleluias roll\\nAnd mighty voices stir the listening soul!\\nCXXI\\nWhence hast thou thy courage, brown thrush,\\nbrown thrush", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "104 Gbrtetus IDictor\\nWhence hast those wild bugle-tones; heard st\\nthou the rush\\nOf troopers to battle for rights of the free\\nWho taught thee that song of liberty\\nWas t the breath of the forest, melodious bird,\\nWhere mysterious murmurs and whispers are heard;\\nWhere the track of the storm-king is loud with his\\nblast,\\nAnd the wood-giants bow till his trumpets have\\npassed\\nWhence hast thou thy joyance, brown thrush,\\nbrown thrush,\\nThy flute-note s delight at the twilight hush,\\nPiping thy mate a sweet serenade\\nAs she broods her nest in the leafy shade\\nI would thou couldst teach me, brown thrush,\\nbrown thrush\\nTo cast off the care that my spirit would crush\\nThou seemest unconscious that aught is amiss\\nIn this troubled world, so perfect thy bliss\\nWould some hand might bestow on me vision to\\nsee", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Spirit of jFreefcom 105\\nHow this wonderful earth and sky look, thrush, to\\nthee,\\nAnd what gifts that I know not, wee minstrel, are\\nthine;\\nSing again, O bird-brother, thy carol divine\\nWith thy cry of defiance, brown thrush, brown\\nthrush,\\nThy paean, thy warbling, how limpid and lush,\\nMy heart with thine ecstacy thou dost inspire;\\nWhence hast thou, whence hast thou such\\npassionate fire\\nCXXII\\nAuthor and God of freedom, Thou dost plant\\nIn every breast a longing to be free.\\nThou to the patriot s arm dost courage give\\nTo battle with oppression and to strike\\nThe tryant down; to break the captive s chain.\\nThou dost inspire the love of liberty\\nWhich brooks no priestly bondage of the soul\\nThat dares forbid the mind of man to explore\\nThy vast domain unfettered; tyranny\\nThat in a cage would prison wing d thought,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "106 Cbrfstus Wctor\\nOr clip her wings lest she should fly too far.\\nThou lov st the eager thought and life of men\\nInstinct with strength of their high parentage.\\nNor wouldst thou have us bow in abject fear\\nAnd faint, reluctant homage to Thee pay,\\nWrung from us by o erpowering majesty.\\nWouldst Thou not have us sons of God, free-born,\\nFree like Thyself, as we Thine image bear\\nDost Thou not call us to high enterprise,\\nTo master earth and sea and scale the heavens,\\nTo broader conquest, nobler victories,\\nTo greater triumphs of self-government,\\nTo share Thy wondrous thoughts and walk with\\nThee\\nCXXIII\\nBy love of freedom led,\\nOur Pilgrim Fathers fled\\nOver the sea.\\nHere long they toiled and prayed,\\nHere deep foundations laid,\\nHere they a stronghold made\\nFor Liberty.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Spirit of jfreeDom 107\\nFor Liberty they fought,\\nAnd with their life-blood bought\\nOur native land\\nWhere now in peace we dwell,\\nLow grassy mounds still tell\\nWhere many a hero fell\\nWith sword in hand.\\nLed by that noble band,\\nMillions from every land\\nHave hither come.\\nFor some exalted end\\nDoth God His children send,\\nAnd here all nations blend\\nIn our fair home.\\nStrong Saxon, Freedom s heir,\\nForemost to do and dare,\\nLeader of men\\nBrave Teuton, Norseman bold\\nFrom fastnesses of cold\\nWhence stormed the Viking old,\\nGrim dragon den;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "108 (Jbrfstus Wctot\\nWarm-hearted Celt and Hun\\nOf swarthy hue, blithe son\\nOf Italy;\\nLone Hebrew, exile-worn,\\nCast out with stripes and scorn,\\nAll seek this blessed bourne\\nOf Liberty!\\nFrom Orient s dark domain,\\nArmenia s tears and pain,\\nWith one accord\\nRejoicing pilgrims go\\nAnd, streaming westward, flow\\nWhere hope s high beacons glow,\\nLed of the Lord.\\nFrom Ethiopia s gloom\\nTo slavery s hopeless doom\\nThe Negro came;\\nBut lo, a mighty voice,\\nMid blood and battle noise,\\nBade even the slave rejoice\\nIn Freedom s name.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Spirit of jfree om 109\\nThe Red Man, in despair,\\nFled to his mountain lair\\nAnd forest wild\\nAnon sweet Liberty\\nInvites him to her knee\\nAnd bids him, too, be free,\\nHer native child\\nHow oft, by tyrants driven,\\nHave these in battle striven\\nFor kingly pride!\\nNow cools their hostile blood,\\nNow for the common good,\\nIn freedom s brotherhood,\\nStand they allied.\\nNourished by Freedom, here\\nShall a new race appear,\\nFrom many, one;\\nBeneath her ample shield,\\nUpon this wide-spread field,\\nShall ancient strifes be healed,\\nNew life begun.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "no Cbrfatus IDictor\\nHere will the Lord make plain\\nThings men have sought in vain\\nSince time s first morn;\\nCalled forth by Freedom s might,\\nHere first shall see the light\\nVast powers for man and right,\\nAs yet unborn.\\nHo, freemen, watch ye well,\\nLet no base traitor sell\\nFreedom for gold\\nGift of the Lord of Love,\\nSent from the heavens above,\\nStrong eagle, gentle dove,\\nAt one behold\\nCXXIV\\nBe not too sure\\nYour freedom will endure,\\nUnless ye watch and guard your treasure well.\\nIf ye but close your eyes,\\nLulled by luxurious Siren singing\\nInto a fatal slumber and forgetting;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Spirit ot jfree om m\\nIn eager haste for wealth and place\\nHeedless of woes to come and foul disgrace,\\nBlind to your country s home-bred foes that hide,\\nLurking in ambush at your very side\\nWhile ye are sleeping or are busy getting,\\nSome giant may arise,\\nSome emissary of the powers of Hell,\\nA petty partisan at first,\\nSeized with ambition s quenchless thirst,\\nAnd in an evil hour\\nGrasp at imperial power\\ncxxv\\nOr dazzled by the wild extravagance\\nOf nature s rich exuberance,\\nStorehouse of the Creator s vast reserve\\nLaid up our generations long to serve;\\nIts wealth of grain beyond all measure,\\nIts mines untold that gleam with treasure,\\nFood for the nations in distress,\\nStrength to defend the cause of right,\\nAll that the heart of man could bless\\nMade glorious by freedom s light\\nOn mountain-side and plain and lordly river\\nBeware, lest ye forget the bounteous Giver", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "n2 dbrtetus iDlctot\\nAnd worship Mammon, bending low the knee;\\nYour high ideals on his altar laid\\nNor blush for shame, nor in his service falter;\\nThings of the spirit cast into the shade,\\nObjects of sense a weightier matter made,\\nForgetting Truth s eternal majesty;\\nSo shall ye fall from your once high estate,\\nThe humbled victims of avenging fate,\\nFreedom disconsolate, the nations disappointed,\\nDemocracy a myth, Hope mourning her anointed,\\nTyrants rejoicing with unfeigned delight,\\nGod s face averted from the hateful sight,\\nAnd over all the legend Ichabod\\nYe cannot worship Mammon and serve God.\\nCXXVI\\nFor despots on their thrones,\\nBuilded of dead men s bones\\nCement with orphans tears,\\nGilded by force and stealth\\nWith the people s hard-earned wealth,\\nHaunted by dungeon groans,\\nCurses and ghastly fears,\\nMay form a mighty league", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Spirit of jfteeOom 113\\nBy storm or dark intrigue\\nTo strike a stunning blow\\nAnd Freedom overthrow;\\nUntil before their gloating eyes,\\nBound hand and foot, their hated rival lies\\nCXXVII\\nOr swarming Asian hordes,\\nLed by their fierce war-lords\\nLong schooled by the example of their Western\\nbrothers,\\nWhen strong enough, to seize the lands of others;\\nLashed into fury by the depredations\\nOf cormorant fleets and predatory nations\\nFlocking from far around the Dragon; bent\\nOn plunder snatched in his dismemberment;\\nWell taught, alas, in ruthless arts of death\\nBy followers of the Man of Nazareth\\nAwakened from their long millennial slumbers,\\nMay like a huge, on-rushing tidal wave,\\nCrush and destroy us neath o erwhelming num-\\nbers!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "n4 dbrfstus Wictot\\nCXXVIII\\nIn the titanic struggle yet to be\\nWhen right and light and human liberty\\nWith powers of greed and tyranny engage\\nIn mortal combat, final war to wage\\nA world-wide struggle coming on apace\\nIn many a waking land and longing race,\\nMy country, do thou make a valiant fight\\nAnd for the people s cause put forth thy might,\\nAnd may the Lord of Hosts who made thee free\\nMake thee, great guardian of liberty,\\nTo lead the nations, marching in the van,\\nThe fearless champion of the rights of man\\nArm thee with light, and with immortal fire\\nThine altars keep aflame, thy heart inspire,\\nLest commonweal be counted little worth\\nAnd Freedom, throttled, perish from the earth\\nCXXIX\\nO sacred Freedom, man has loved thee long\\nAnd long for thee his precious blood has shed;\\nIn this thy new-found home forever dwell;\\nThyself an angel show, full-panoplied", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Spirit of JFreeDom 5\\nOppression to destroy, old wrongs to right,\\nThe weak to guard and hopes untold fulfill\\nHopes of brave martyrs and of patriots gone\\nWho died rejoicing that thou couldst not die;\\nHopes for the time to come, that brighter day\\nWhen thou shalt blessing bear to every land\\nTill men no more their fellows shall oppress,\\nTill everywhere the people rule supreme.\\nFrom struggling Cuba trampled in her blood\\nFrom Greece where lo, Leonidas awakes,\\nStartled from sleep by the intolerable cry\\nOf Crete beleaguered by the Iscariot nations\\nEuropa, shameless, harloting with Islam\\nWakes once again to face o erwhelming odds\\nAnd stir the sluggish pulses of the world\\nFrom lone Armenia s massacre infernal,\\nSiberia s hopeless mines and dungeons drear,\\nFrom far off ocean-girdled Philippines,\\nGround twixt the upper and the nether stone,\\nFrom sturdy Transvaal, battling for her life,\\nBlood of old Huguenot and Netherlander,\\nO Freedom, hear thy martyrs cry to thee!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "n6 Gbrtetus IDictor\\nThe flying rumor of thy coming power\\nAffrights the tyrant hearing thy great name,\\nAnd glimmering hope lights many a wistful eye\\nForsake not thou the weak, nor pass them by!\\ncxxx\\nWhat means this woman s tears, these children s\\ncries\\nWhat prostrate form before them bleeding lies\\nT is freedom s martyr, who his blood has shed\\nFor liberty to earn his children bread\\nWhat means this murmuring sound that fills the air,\\nVoices of anger, discontent, despair,\\nMisguided, crude, despised, misunderstood,\\nIf not the waking sense of brotherhood\\nAnd is there then no better way than this\\nMust brotherhood be risked in war s abyss", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Gbe \u00c2\u00a9oal of Xibertfi 117\\nAh comrades, let blind strife give way to peace;\\nAssail not Freedom, let this madness cease!\\nForce will not break the spirit of the free,\\nYe cannot kill immortal Liberty;\\nThe fires that sweep across the burning plain\\nFresh verdure bring, as grows the grass again.\\nO Brother Christ, Yoke-Fellow of mankind,\\nHelp us in Thy great love our way to find,\\nHelp us in every creature dear to Thee,\\nHowe er despised, a brother-man to see.\\nIf we but held Thy Golden Rule supreme\\nFor men and nations, soon wouldst Thou redeem\\nFrom maddening strife and toil our harried race,\\nStilled by Thy soothing, reconciling face.\\nUpon the world s great longing then would rise\\nSuch light as never broke in eastern skies;\\nAs if mankind from long and troubled sleep\\nWoke to love s power undreamed, vast, ocean-deep.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "n8 Cbti5tU0 Wctor\\nGreed from his pitiless jaws would loose the world\\nAnd red Ambition s pirate flags be furled,\\nThe lily and the rose make glad the waste\\nAnd men at last life s true elixir taste!\\nCXXXI\\nYe winds of heaven, your wings are faint\\nWith bearing cries of the oppressed\\nThe ages weary of the plaint,\\nAh, who will hear and give them rest\\nO Mother Earth, dost thou not feel\\nThe tears that rain-like on thee fall\\nHast thou no balm these hearts to heal,\\nCanst thou not hear them vainly call\\nO Skies, in pity stoop awhile,\\nHow smile ye so on such despair\\nThy joy, O Sun, may not beguile\\nThe quarry in the tiger s lair\\nForgotten of their fellow-men\\nThey find no helper in their need\\nTheir life a waste, their home a den,\\nVictims of tyranny and greed,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "Gbe 3oat of XfbertB 119\\nThey languish weary and forlorn\\nIn penury and sore distress;\\nThey curse the day that they were born,\\nSuch fears appall, such woes oppress.\\nThe wailing infant hushed and dead,\\nThe mother s heart with anguish numb,\\nThe father s vengeful cry for bread,\\nAppeal to Heaven, but Heaven is dumb.\\nAnd thinkest thou that God is dead\\nWho Israel out of Egypt led,\\nWho brought our fathers o er the sea\\nAnd gave this land to Liberty,\\nWho out of bondage called the slave\\nThinkest thou these He cannot save\\nThe Lord with measured steps and slow\\nDoth onward through the ages go.\\nListen! His footsteps now I hear;\\nBruised hearts, your Helper draweth near.\\nCXXXII\\nA dreamer heard a warning voice declare:\\nFrom bondage and from servile toil set free,\\nMan shall be free indeed; the plastic globe", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "120 Cbrfstus IDictot\\nWhich he inhabits shall become his slave\\nAnd serve him well with forces yet unknown.\\nEarth s countless cataracts and ocean s tide\\nHis yoke shall bear, his labors shall perform,\\nAnd from their tireless pulses shall stream forth\\nThe lightnings, harnessed to obey his will.\\nThen unseen forces with resistless might\\nThe groaning mill shall turn on every plain;\\nLike shuttles through the land his chariots urge;\\nWild Winter, howling, from his hearthstone drive;\\nCities illume and from each blazing hill\\nFlash their auroras on the wondering night;\\nPierce earth s deep entrails through with searching\\nray\\nAnd show the unimagined treasure there.\\nBorne on the ethereal tide, lo, mirrored faces\\nShall, speaking, smile or scowl their dark defiance.\\nAnd voices weird shall whisper through the air\\nFrom land to land, swift flying messengers,\\nFinding this earth too small, too circumscribed,\\nReach out afar, beyond her narrow zones\\nAnd nothing daunted, hail the passing planets!\\nBut not for peace alone shall men be free;\\nDread enginery of war shall they devise", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Gbe (Boal of %ibettv 121\\nBefore whose hideous and unpitying storm\\nOf terror Jove s red thunderbolts would pale\\nAnd Neptune s ineffectual trident falter.\\nForth from his flaming throat the monitor\\nTen leagues hurls five and twenty hundredweight\\nOf steel, hurtling with gr^wsome cries and fierce\\nValkyria-song through the torn, screaming air\\nAmain, pregnant with Death s dire progeny.\\nBut while this bellowing monster of the deep\\nShakes Ocean, frighting all his finny tribes,\\nLo, that strange narwhal traversing the main,\\nDisporting now athwart the foaming crest,\\nNow forging silent neath the rolling billow,\\nRelentless follows his unheeding prey,\\nTill rushing with ferocious snout he rends\\nThe bowels of his mighty adversary\\nAnd, helpless in the ocean solitude,\\nDown, down the abyss ten thousand, gasping,\\nswirl\\nAnd in ten thousand homes a bitter cry!\\n(Art Thou so kindly, Death, thou need st our aid\\nOr see that floating crater lead the van,\\nHell-gorged volcano spewing dynamite\\nInto the mine-sown harbor, ploughing deep\\nA pathway cleared for the invading fleets", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "122 Cbri0tu6 Victor\\nTartarean furies pressing close behind\\nTo rain destruction on the beleaguered town.\\nO, thought of terror! In a man s right hand,\\nHeld in the feeble fingers of a man,\\nSee that slight pencil of electric waves\\nFlow noiseless through the night more swift than\\nlightning,\\nHunting those huge leviathans of war\\nOf truer steel than rang on Vulcan s anvil\\nAnd with enormous armor belted round,\\nFor devastation built, with thunders voiced\\nDread messenger of death, infernal ferret\\nThrough massy bulwark and through ponderous\\nhull\\nDeep burrowing to the guarded magazine,\\nDefenceless from this finger of grim fate,\\nTill armament and men are swallowed up\\nWith vast reverberation of the deep\\nAnd armies then afield shall silent stand\\nImmovable, transfixed, in rigid ranks\\nArrested mid-career; uplifted feet,\\nOutstretched arms Death s fearful pantomime!\\nOr mowed in sudden swaths as with a scythe,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "XTbe (Boal of XtbertE 123\\nSlain by electric currents on them turned\\nFrom silent, lightning-breathed artillery;\\nOr from earth-shaking dynamos evoked,\\nDownward shall stream by mystic forces driven,\\nDeep tremors through Earth s cavernous abyss,\\nVast, viewless shafts with desolation barbed,\\nRending with earthquake the antipodes!\\nAnd men with joy shall cleave the buoyant air\\nBy strange pneumatic enginery propelled\\nSelf-fed on life-blood of the atmosphere s\\nExhaustless veins, to fluid power compressing\\nTitanic energies of storm and gale;\\nLike swallows on the wing at close of day\\nIn mazy flight and feeding as they fly\\nWith many a curve and wheel for pure delight;\\nOr speed with flash of winged thought away\\nMocking the winds and beckoning them to follow,\\nAs the swift arrow seeks the distant goal,\\nOr honey-freighted bee the murmuring hive.\\nYea, with vast love of speed inherited\\nFrom Him at whose command: Let there be\\nLight/\\nFor His creative joy from night sprang forth", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "124 Cbrtstus Victor\\nArcturus, Centaur, Sirius, Pleiades\\nQuadriga fiery-maned, whom only He\\nIn rein could hold, fierce plunging through the\\nvoid,\\nSure guided as with flashing heel they spurn\\nThe narrow confines of the firmament\\nShall man, impelled by innate force divine,\\nGrasp at sidereal velocity;\\nStrange mark of likeness this twixt son and Sire!\\nMen shall be drunk with the new wine of freedom\\nNations contending for supremacy\\nWith squadrons flying in mid air shall fight,\\nAt fortresses and armored navies laugh,\\nScoff at Gibraltar s frowning battlements\\nRain from the clouds on cities deadly hail,\\nInfernal bombs, with soporific damp\\nAnd foul infection s fatal microbes crammed,\\nSurcharged to burst and flood the sleeping town\\nWith fumes and vapors, as Death s awful breath\\nCrept on the cohorts of Sennacherib;\\nAerial fleets, armadas tempest-flown\\nRush earth-ward, striking terror unawares,\\nAs drops the halcyon, poised above the sea,\\nTo grapple with his prey beneath the wave!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Hbe 3oal of ILibertB 125\\nThen ancient barriers shall naught avail,\\nDefenceless from the harpies of the sky;\\nNor any nation hold its borders safe\\nFrom swift invasion by the winged foe,\\nDread vampire bandits of the trackless air\\nWho upon lonely dwellings from afar\\nLighting, shall terrify the midnight hour.\\nNone then may imposts lay nor customs levy\\nUpon the unfettered commerce of the world.\\nAnd men shall strive in ever deadlier strife,\\nTrample on law and scorn authority,\\nNor brook restraint in aught of God or man,\\nOrder despise and government defy\\nTill futile war itself must cry for peace\\nOr universal anarchy confront!\\nCXXXIII\\nHear the Creator to His children say:\\nFear ye no dreamer s evil prophecy.\\nLo, I am God and even the wrath of man\\nShall give me praise and the remainder I\\nWill when I please restrain, saith Love Almighty;\\nYea, all the earth the meek shall yet inherit.\\nEvil is doomed, love only shall endure.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "126 Cbtietua XDictot\\nWhen strife exhausted is and license spent\\nAnd ye are satisfied that these are vain,\\nThen shall ye learn of me the law of love\\nAnd I alone will lead and make you free!\\nOf old I bade you conquer Earth, commanding\\nYou to possess it, knitting land to land\\nTill the whole world together shall be welded\\nBy love s eternal fires in Heaven first lit,\\nBound in a universal brotherhood\\nWherein the mighty shall defend the weak,\\nThe strong unto the feeble minister,\\nAnd men and nations shall take up the cause\\nOf even the lowliest of the sons of men,\\nNor any longer live for self alone,\\nNor prey upon a neighbor s welfare, no,\\nNor stoop to gain advantage with dishonor\\nBut humankind in love divine shall grow\\nUnto the stature of the Perfect Man,\\nInto the likeness of the Son of God\\nAnd Self at last with Him be crucified! M\\n(How faint, how faint the vision flits afar!)\\nThen shall ye know how thin the shadowy veil\\nThat I have hung twixt Earth and Heaven; how\\nboth\\nMatter and spirit I subservient make", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "Gbe \u00c2\u00a9oal of XibettE 127\\nUnto my ends, till matter own the spirit\\nMaster and ye do send your thought afar\\nTo do your will, even mountains to remove;\\nAnd do refresh the waste of barren lives,\\nAnd do confound intrenched iniquity\\nWith spiritual forces like a tide\\nRolling from hearts that heave with love s great\\nbillows\\nCrested with marvels vast, new prodigies\\nWrought by love s mystical telepathy,\\nDeep, nascent, psychic energies unknown,\\nHigh powers which ye, my children, shall inherit\\nLed in the footsteps of the Son of Man\\nWhen time is ripe that I should call them forth.\\nMore potent these than armaments and war\\nWhat time my chosen moved with strong desire\\nSwaying as grain before the Spirit s breath\\nFocus their hearts upon each common foe\\nQuailing astounded at the Spirit s might.\\nSo winds of summer, sweet with meadow-bloom,\\nRefresh the poison fen and stagnant pool\\nAnd sweep their pestilential breath away.\\nThen answering thought my guiding thought shall\\nfollow\\nAnd I will show you greater things to come", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "128 Gbriatus Victor\\nFor ye shall rule with me and shall command\\nObedient, subtile forces that control\\nThe mighty movements of the universe,\\nAnd I will satisfy your longing souls\\nAnd princes ye shall be, the sons of God.\\nFor I will give you larger freedom far\\nThan mortal heart has ever dared conceive\\nIn all its wildest dreams of liberty!\\nCXXXIV\\nLov st thou the voice of ocean s breaking wave.\\nThe spirit of the mountains, wild and free j\\nHast thou a patriot s heart thy land to save,\\nAnd knowest thou no loftier liberty Q\\nDost thou not long to break the galling chain\\nThat binds thee to a slave s dull, narrow life\\nDost thou not long to be a child again,\\nFree from life s bondage and unceasing strife\\nIf thou wouldst manhood s dream of freedom know,\\nAnd feel thyself indeed creation s heir,\\nSeek thou His liberty who loves thee so\\nThat He thy burdens on His heart doth bear.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Gbe 5oal of XifcertE 129\\nSeek thou the freedom of the Son of God,\\nWho came thy princely birthright to reveal j\\nWho bore the stroke of thine oppressor s rod j\\nWho died thy glorious liberty to seal\\nHis freedman, thou law s bondage may si ignore\\nAnd to thyself a law supreme shall be j\\nThy fetters then forgetting to deplore,\\nWhate er thy lot, thou shall indeed be free\\ncxxxv\\nOur hearts cry out for freedom, we would be\\nUnshackled, Mighty Parent, as Thou art;\\nBut is the fearful price of freedom risk\\nOf utter loss and ruin, and must that\\nDark shadow ever haunt her footsteps fair\\nWith awful shapes of terror and despair\\nCXXXVI\\nWhat then is freedom s limit, where its end\\nThis precious boon by Heaven bestowed on men,\\nThis priceless right to every creature dear\\nWhat in the last analysis but this\\nEach power and faculty divinely given", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "i3o Gbrfstus HMctor\\nIn fullest scope to use and to enjoy,\\nWithin the metes and bounds that God has set!\\nHas He full license given to erring men\\nWould He bestow upon us unchecked power\\nOurselves to ruin, His own work to spoil,\\nHimself to mock, His purpose to defeat\\nHere is our limit, here our freedom ends\\nMan may climb high but cannot God dethrone.\\nGod is still Sovereign and His rule supreme.\\nCXXXVII\\nAbove the clouds the soaring eagle mounts\\nHigh o er his lofty home, but there must halt,\\nThough stout of heart he vainly, vainly beats\\nWith baffled wing the thin and yielding air!\\nCXXXVIII\\nWe who for boundless freedom strive are chained\\nWith iron fetters to this flying sphere,\\nThat rushes headlong, heedless of our cries.\\nFeeble we come from darkness into light\\nAnd swift to darkness flit away again;\\nWe come when called, we go when summoned\\nhence", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "MSrave Ibeart of tihan 131\\nFree though we seem, yet are we firmly bound.\\nHunger and penury, disease and death,\\nThe wayward elements, the heat, the cold,\\nThe storms and tempests of our earthly lot\\nMark out the limits of our liberty.\\nFreedom is hedged with adamantine walls\\nWe cannot climb, and cannot overthrow;\\nUpon them pass and re-pass sentinels\\nDivinely set to keep inviolate\\nThe holy ground of God s prerogative!\\nCXXXIX\\nWild storms across the ocean rage uncurbed\\nTill on the rockbound coast they rush amain\\nWhere ancient, weather-beaten crags, unmoved\\nBy all the tumult of the thundering sea,\\nDisdainful hurl the invading legions back\\nAnd mock the fury of the winds and waves.\\nCXL\\nIn spite of all the ills of life,\\nThe grinding toil, the rasping strife,\\nWhat mighty works of hand and pen\\nHave been achieved by mortal men\\nIn spite of all, in spite of all!\\n9", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "i32 Gbrtetua IDictot\\nThrough long millenniums slowly past\\nHis pyramids unshaken last y\\nStill witnessing mid shifting sands\\nThe triumph of those withered hands\\nIn spite of all, in spite of all!\\nThough crumbling ruin disappear\\nThe immortal epic still I hear,\\nThat, when this aged world was young\\nIn spite of all for me was sung,\\nIn spite of all, in spite of all!\\nThough bound to earth with iron chains\\nThe soul her prison-house disdains,\\nEssaying with audacious wing\\nVast searchings for some deathless thing,\\nIn spite of all, in spite of all/\\nCXLI\\nFrom the vexed shore I watched the storming main\\nThe trembling earth recoiled and shook again\\nAs from the blows of some gigantic hand\\nThat hurled the billows high upon the sand.\\nRejoicing thought I: Mighty though thou art,\\nLess mighty thou, O Sea, than man s brave heart.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "MSrave Ibeatt of jflftan 133\\n11 Thou canst not heave thy raging waves so high\\nBut some proud keel thy fury will defy;\\nThou hast no depths so gloomy or profound\\nMan with his daring plummet may not sound,\\nAnd while thy tempests and tornadoes roar\\nHe whispers through the deep, from shore to\\nshore!\\nCXLII\\nNo petty bounds has God around us drawn\\nNor will He close us in a narrow space;\\nUndaunted and unsatisfied, the soul\\nOf man cries out for other, larger worlds.\\nNot any world, nor all the worlds can sate\\nThat quenchless thirst God only can appease,\\nThat breath divine into his nostrils breathed\\nWhen the Almighty Parent gave him life.\\nCXLIII\\nI stood beneath the blazing dome of night;\\nMy spirit shrank within me at the sight\\nI was as nothing, yea, the earth was lost\\nIn the still presence of that mighty host.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "134 Gbristus Wctor\\nYet heard I from the heavens a whisper fall\\nRejoice, O man, thy Father made them all;\\nA child of God, thyself a god shalt be,\\nHeir of the riches of infinity! M\\nCXLIV\\nFree through our Father s kingdom shall we roam,\\nWith treasure stored, against our coming home;\\nExplore the labyrinth of worlds on high,\\nWhose distant glory lights the midnight sky;\\nAnd He will lead us o er the glittering plain\\nAnd show the wonders of His vast domain\\nShow us the works that He for us had wrought\\nWhen we were living only in His thought.\\nThere will He show us fields for nobler strife\\nAnd room for larger, ever larger life.\\nSo measureless His wealth, so great His might\\nThat He could give us each an orb of light,\\nA glorious world to rule, our own to call,\\nAnd He would have enough to spare for all!\\nYet from the throne of His almighty power\\nHe stoops to paint the tiny wayside flower;\\nIn pity sees the little wounded bird\\nWhose death-cry by no other ear is heard", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "Circle ot %ovc 135\\nAnd on the trusting child-heart, meek and pure,\\nHis greater kingdom founds, forever to endure.\\nCXLV\\nThink not that love is feeble or supine,\\nOr yields to wrong, or would at ease recline;\\nLove is no sickly dotard bent with years,\\nNo blushing maiden melting into tears.\\nLove is a mighty passion and a flame\\nNo force can overpower, no conquest tame;\\nLove is all-strong to knit us man to man\\nAh, when will Earth consent to Heaven s plan\\nUnlike aught else in earth or sea or sky,\\nLove must itself impart or wilt and die;\\nLove grows by giving and is not content\\nUnless for its beloved it is spent.\\nLove is an angel whose awakening light\\nCan rouse the darkest soul, sunk deep in night;\\nSent to refresh mankind so long oppressed,\\nLove shall yet light the world, for love is best.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "136 dbristua XOictot\\nCXLVI\\nLofty the patriot s love of Fatherland,\\nAs on the battle-field with open arms\\nHe rushes on the foe in fierce embrace,\\nAnd gathering to his heart a sheaf of spears,\\nExulting cries: Make way for liberty!\\nCXLVII\\nStrong are the bonds of friendship firm and tried,\\nSoul answering soul in sweet communion true.\\nSee friend for friend upon the scaffold mount,\\nBefore the unsuspecting headsman kneel\\nAnd, life for life resigning with a smile,\\nPay for his friend the last dread penalty\\nCXLVIII\\nRoyal the lover of his fellow-men\\nWhose heart with pity springs the weak to aid.\\nThough furious breakers wildly plunge and roar\\nThe life-boat bears him to the shipwrecked crew,\\nLashed to the frozen rigging in despair;\\nA succor to the helpless left alone\\nWhen from the stricken town the people fly", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "Circle of %ove 137\\nThe pestilence, as leaves before the storm;\\nMoving among the wounded and the dead\\nWhere pity s angels raise the Red Cross banner;\\nSelf-exiled on the leper s lonely isle,\\nContent with them to dwell, with them to die,\\nIf he may help them bear their hopeless lot;\\nA brother to the captive in his cell\\nSick and in prison and disconsolate\\nUnknowing visits and consoles his Lord!\\nCXLIX\\nAh, love and love alone at last will solve\\nAll the vast, threatening questions that distract\\nMankind; that fellow-men in strife array,\\nAnd the whole world with fierce contention rend.\\nStill keep your idle millions under arms\\nFed on the borrowed substance of the poor\\nStill watch each other with keen jealousy,\\nStill slaughter thousands on the field of war,\\nOr strive with statesman s craft to arbitrate;\\nThread the sly mazes of diplomacy,\\nTry communistic cures for every ill,\\nAnd when all fails at last for lack of love,\\nTry love the mightiest of them all and win", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "138 Cbristue UNctoc\\nCL\\nTender affections at the hearthstone dwell,\\nForegleams of heavenly bliss that hallow home.\\nO gentle sister, thy sweet ministry\\nSoftens like angel s touch the couch of pain\\nWhat purer love has earth to show than thine\\nWondrous the marvel and the spell of love\\nThat clothes the earth with new and tender light\\nShed from the halo round the loved one s brow\\nAnd for the lover makes creation new!\\nO wedded love, how like the echoes fly\\nFrom heart to heart, unceasing to and fro,\\nThe pain, the joy, the rapture evermore,\\nWhat magic this, of twain to make but one!\\nCLI\\nStronger than death, or life, or death in life\\nThe mother true recks not of ease or pain\\nSo she may comfort and defend her child;\\nSure refuge this, when other there is none.\\nO little arms that softly round her twine,\\nCling with your tendrils to this sacred tree\\nThat with perennial beauty ever blooms\\nWe need no further go Heaven s peace to find.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "Circle of %ove 139\\nO father, living over early days\\nIn boyish pastimes with thy first-born son,\\nThou knowest whether love be strong or no.\\nO infant, smiling in thy father s arms,\\nLone rescued waif from the wild storm of death\\nEngulfing mother, children, all save thee,\\nSoft on his stricken heart a blessing lie\\nNight-blooming cereus in his midnight gloom\\nAt early dawn of thy dear life. What more\\nOf comfort for the past s dark mystery\\nCould Heaven bestow to keep him from despair\\nCLII\\nThe babe forlorn and motherless\\nShe laid upon her heart love-starved and lone\\nHer soul went forth in each caress,\\nHer wealth of love outpoured in every tone.\\nWhen smiled the Spring with blithesome lays\\nIn flowery paths she led the little feet,\\nAnd in the dark and stormy days\\nHer fond, protecting arms made refuge sweet.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "140 Gbrfstus Victor\\nCLIII\\nSuch noble gleams of love our life adorn\\nSo full of sordid care and hard routine\\nLike precious jewels in an iron crown.\\nBehold the torch s flame, the patriot fires\\nThat burn where myriad martyred heroes fell,\\nLighting the path of Truth and Liberty\\nBehold the golden net of friendship wove\\nFrom heart to heart, to earth s remotest bound;\\nBehold the mother-love exhaustless flowing\\nWhere murmurous toilers with laborious drone,\\nMid their sole summer s bloom, ere soon they die\\nGarner rich stores to nourish young unborn\\nIn wild beast lair, in hole of creeping thing,\\nIn tuneful nest whose joy o erflows the wood,\\nIn countless homes of men, or high or low,\\nOutpoured for helpless babes since time began;\\nAll pure and holy love of man or maid,\\nOf father for his son, of prodigal\\nFor his lost home, of kith for kin, of man\\nFor fellow-man behold beneath the sun\\nYea, of blest spirits, of celestial hosts\\nThat fill the heavens with love s sweet melody!\\nBut what are these and all those untold powers", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Circle of TLove 141\\nOf sacred love, save sparks from that great flame\\nThat unconsumed, burns like a central sun\\nWith light too strong for our dull mortal sight\\nWhat but light ripples on that boundless sea\\nWhose waters wrap the globe in their embrace\\nAnd wash the shores of every distant isle;\\nWhat but faint pulses of the mighty stream\\nThat flows forever from the heart of God\\nAll worlds to bathe, all souls to animate!\\nCLIV\\nAh Lord, I fain would sing Thy praise\\nBut feeble is my voice\\nYet when I dwell upon Thy love,\\nHow can I but rejoice\\nI want no flickering candle flame\\nTo light my doubtful way;\\nI want Thy love, the mighty sun\\nWhose glory fills the day.\\nOf all the splendors round Thy throne\\nI see but scattered rays\\nYet these, imperfect though my sight,\\nHave gladdened all my days.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "142 flbristue IDictor\\nWhen on Thy breast my head I lay\\nIn Thy strong love secure,\\nI care not how the tempests rave,\\nThey cannot long endure\\nWhen my cold winter feels the glow\\nOf Thy resplendent beams,\\nImmortal spring within me wakes\\nAnd sunlight on me streams!\\nCLV\\nDo well thy part\\nWith hand and heart,\\nNor let dull care\\nThy spirit wear;\\nAnd when thou feel st how poor and weak thou art,\\nLean thou thy head on God s almighty heart.\\nThe fight is long,\\nThe foe is strong;\\nThy strength is small\\nAnd fears appall;\\nFret not thyself to know how soon the strife will\\nend,\\nFor thou may st safely leave it all to God thy\\nFriend.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "f e Dad mo faster 143\\nCLVI\\nBut are not mind and matter under law\\nAnd is there not in sin a law that drags\\nUs step by step to lower, darker depths\\nUntil we perish in the foul abyss\\nCLVII\\nHe rules by law, His law is over all\\nWho first appointed day and night, Who set\\nThe varied seasons in procession fair\\nThe hope of spring, the summer s life and joy,\\nThe fruit of autumn and the winter s cold\\nWho gave a restless longing to the tide\\nThat follows the bright moon from shore to shore,\\nLed by the witching spell of her fair face.\\nCLVIII\\nWell I recall the night\\nOf that rare summer day\\nA tender rosy light\\nCaressed the rippling bay j", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "144 Gbristus Dfctor\\nThe sunset glory fell\\nAthwart heaven s arches high,\\nTill like a vast sea-shell\\nTransfigured rose the sky,\\nDown from the opal height\\nA pearl shone on the deep\\nHung on the breast of Night\\nTo grace her balmy sleep.\\nThe moonbeams on the sea\\nA flood of glory came\\nFrom the fair moon to me\\nWhere er I turned the same\\nWhy should the Queen of Night\\nReach out her silver wand\\nAnd lay a path of light\\nTo me upon the sand 9\\nWould she her secret show 9\\nAm I her chosen one\\nWhy follow where I go?\\nAm 1 heaven s favored son", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "1be f as mo disaster 145\\nFool, on whatever distant strand\\nThe moon this night a man shall meet.\\nTo him she points her mystic wand\\nAnd lays a pathway to his feet.\\nThere f s light and love in Heaven s rich store\\nFor every man, on every shore\\nCLIX\\nThe cyclone and tornado that we fear\\nAre but the eddies of the constant winds,\\nThose currents vast, those great aerial tides\\nThat flow by God s command from zone to zone,\\nLaden with blessing for the thirsty land.\\nBy His great power all forces interchange,\\nOne universal force of many forms,\\nEven of one substance all the elements\\nThat build the solid earth and all thereon,\\nEmblem and effluence of His unity.\\nBy His deep thought the electric current runs\\nTo move a million wheels at man s behest,\\nFrom motion unto heat, from heat to light\\nFierce heat of tropic suns ere man appeared\\nLight born of light of long primeval days,\\nDeep hidden till man s need should call it forth", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "i46 Gbrfstue IDtctoc\\nFrom sunless caverns, black with ancient gloom.\\nAt His command the elements, in haste,\\nEach with its own affinity, combine\\nIn countless forms of order and of grace:\\nThe smooth-cut crystal and the spiral shell\\nBird plumage and the blushing flower of spring,\\nThe tinted autumn leaf, the snowy wreath,\\nHe to each atom gives relentless law\\nCLX\\nGod rules by law, but law can never bind\\nHis sovereign power, or to His will set bounds\\nWho made the worlds and called us from the dust.\\nHe has no master, law is not His lord,\\n9 Tis but the record of His way, the path\\nMade by His footsteps through the universe.\\nUntrammelled and alone His way He takes\\nAnd who shall say His path He may not choose\\nWhile Nature with her wondrous processes\\nAnd inarticulate speech in myriad tongues\\nUnutterable longings strives in vain\\nHer homage to her august Ruler to proclaim.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "1be 1bas Wo asnetct 147\\nCLXI\\nHe whose slow movements look to our dull eyes\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhich cannot see beyond this transient phase\\nIn the vast cycles of Creative Thought\\nLike changeless laws, inexorably fixed,\\nSole Legislator is, the Primal Cause\\nOf all the stately order of the world\\nSole Legislator and Executive.\\nCLXII\\nHe who created heavenly orbs to roll\\nIn paths, marked out by His almighty hand,\\nThat will not let them swerve from age to age\\nWho moves the hearts of men to will and do\\nWhile mind, unknowing, follows His deep law\\nBy law He rules, but of it all the soul,\\nThe reason, motive, aim and end is love;\\nFor man s eternal good His laws were made\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo save one soul He would annul them all!\\nCLXIII\\nHe who each atom guards so jealously\\nThat in great Nature s ever changing forms", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "148 Cbti0tU5 Victor\\nNo particle is lost, no waste is made\\nOf her stupendous energy, who hears\\nThe hungry raven s cry for food, who sees\\nEach little sparrow as it falls, who clothes\\nThe lilies of the field in regal hues;\\nWill surely never let a precious soul\\nBreath of His breath, life of His life drift off\\nInto eternal night beyond His reach,\\nIn self- wrought ruin wrecked, an utter loss;\\nWill not permit the will of man to thwart\\nHis will supreme, nor let another sit\\nUpon His throne, and the dark powers of Hell\\nAnd anarchy usurp His government.\\nCLXIV\\n*T is but a spectral phantom of the night;\\nThere is no room for two, God filleth all.\\nEvil is not God s rival, *t is his slave\\nWho yet shall serve Him, though he now rebel.\\nFear not, Almighty Love is at the helm\\nCLXV\\nWe may be fellow-laborers with God,\\nBut t is of grace He lets us work with Him,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "(5oD is a Spttit 149\\nThat of His joy a foretaste we may know.\\nSlight need has He that any human hand\\nShould steady, with presumptuous touch, the Ark\\nThe golden Ark that bears man s destiny\\nUpon its journey toward His Holy Place\\nWhither, in serried ranks, the generations march\\nCLXVI\\nGod is a Spirit; they that worship Him\\nMust worship Him in spirit and in truth.\\nNor dwelleth He in temples made with hands;\\nGod is a Spirit; He enfolds the world\\nIn His embrace as flows the atmosphere\\nAround the earth, submerging all thereon\\nIn viewless waves. In Him we live and move\\nAs in the all-pervading air. In Him\\nWe have our being and He is not far\\nFrom every one of us; more intimate,\\nMore necessary than the air we breathe.\\nAnd of one blood all nations hath He made,\\nWhose times, whose habitations and whose bounds\\nHe hath before determined and appointed\\nMankind the offspring of Almighty God!\\nNor is He only here in our small world", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "i5o (Jbrfstus Dtctor\\nIf we on eagle wings of thought ascend\\nThe ethereal heights of heaven, awe-stricken, lost\\nAmid the mighty maze, lo, God is there\\nAnd like the subtile ether bathes all worlds,\\nOverflowing boundless interstellar voids.\\nIf fleeing Him we make our bed in Hell,\\nThere too is God; even there through all the gloom\\nHis sunrise breaks to herald coming day!\\nWe have no measure for Him, time is naught\\nAnd space too small, our thought He doth elude;\\nWhen we would give Him highest praise and call\\nHim Light and Love, we stumble in our night,\\nLisping faint echoes only of His name.\\nCLXVII\\nOf Him and to and through Him all things are;\\nHe fills the earth, the sea, the air with forms\\nIn number infinite, a countless host;\\nHe from His treasury with generous hand\\nHis boundless riches scatters far and wide;\\nHe peoples ocean deeps and forest wilds\\nThe solitude and busy haunts of men\\nWith teeming life in vast profusion poured\\nFrom His exhaustless fount in swelling floods", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "TRivcv of %ite 151\\nFrom year to year, great Source and Goal of Life\\nEndless diversity, each life a thought\\nOf God, unique, incarnate thought divine.\\nHow precious are Thy thoughts to me, O God\\nHow great the sum of them If I should count,\\nBehold, they are more in number than the sand!\\nVast evolution of revolving worlds,\\nEndless procession of the centuries,\\nThe rise and fall of races and of empires,\\nAll men, all things, all movements, all events\\nShow forth the varied phases of His thought\\nAt one in the vast sweep of His design\\nAll tributary to the stream that flows\\nFrom age to age His purpose to fulfil.\\nTo us that stream meanders, sluggish, slow,\\nWith many an eddying pool and backward turn\\nTo His clear sight, through His unwasting years,\\nTo swell the waters of Unfathomed Love,\\nA mighty river rushes to the sea,\\nSprung from the depths of His majestic unity!\\nCLXVIII\\nT is but His hand that doth encompass us.\\nHid in the hollow of that fostering palm,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "152 Cbriatue IDictot\\nLike precious pearls the glowing planets lie,\\nAnd with them burning suns as diamonds flash.\\nThese from His hand let slip roll forth to shine\\nIn starry halo circling round His head,\\nAnd like a garment wove of light down-sweeping\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRich fiery gems inwrought with regal splendor\\nVeiling with light the Light Ineffable,\\nForth from His feet they flow, a mystic stream\\nEach glistening drop a sun, each wave a system\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSpray-dust of worlds tost by the mighty current,\\nRiver of Life, resistless and sublime,\\nVoices of many waters uttering praise\\nCLXIX\\nO Love Supreme, wilt Thou not speak\\nIn tones that we can under stand\\nAnd lead us by Thy guiding hand 7\\nUnaided, Thee we vainly seek.\\nCLXX\\nRend Thou the heavens and hasten down,\\nBring light where lowers Fate s darksome frown,", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "IDetle in \u00c2\u00a9ut fflesb 153\\nShow man the heights from whence he came,\\nConfuse his evil thoughts with shame.\\nUnveil Thy face in dazzling splendor hid,\\nO Thou whom all the happy heavens adore,\\nCome dwell the sufferers of earth amid,\\nCome heal the hearts of men with travail sore.\\nAlmighty One, draw nearer to our race\\nAnd by some new disclosure of Thy grace\\nReveal to troubled man Thine unknown face!\\nCLXXI\\nHe for us men, to share our toil and pain\\nAnd grief and lead us to immortal joy,\\nDwelt in our flesh that we might see His face;\\nAnd that dread face on which no mortal man\\nCould look and live, before whose searching light\\nThe earth and heaven fled and there was found\\nNo place for them, that face, veiled in our flesh,\\nVeiled as the sun s fierce splendor in the moon,\\nThe moonlight in the placid ocean s gleam,\\nSo full of grace and help and brotherhood,\\nShall draw us to Himself until all men\\nIn every clime, shall seek and find their Lord.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "i54 Cbrt0tu6 IDfctot\\nCLXXII\\nHow strong art Thou, great Son of God\\nCanst Thou bid sin s wild tumult cease\\nCanst Thou destroy oppression s rod\\nAnd lead the nations forth in peace\\nGreat Son of God, art Thou so strong\\nThat we may safely cling to Thee\\nAssured, though troubles round us throng,\\nThy triumph we at last shall see\\nGreat Son of God, art Thou so strong\\nThou over all wilt Victor be,\\nLeading behind Thee Death and Wrong,\\nSpoils of Thy mighty victory\\nCanst Thou with life s dark evils cope\\nDost Thou our fears and sorrows know\\nCanst Thou fulfil immortal hope\\nOr must we to some other go\\nTo whom, to whom then shall we turn\\nWhose hand shall point our homeward way", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "1Bow Strong art Gbou 155\\nWhat other friendly beacons burn\\nWith light to guide us to the day\\nThou who the wrath of man didst bear\\nAnd meekly his reviling took;\\nWho would his pain and sorrow share\\nWhen cruel he his Friend forsook,\\nTell me what wondrous recompense Thy love will\\ngive\\nTo one who would not suffer Thee with him to\\nlive!\\nCLXXIII\\nO Desire of every nation,\\nCanst Thou lead me to the goal\\nHast Thou truth s clear revelation\\nHast Thou quiet for my soul\\nFor Thy rest my heart is yearning,\\nMake my peace and joy complete;\\nMeekly of my Teacher learning,\\nSee me waiting at Thy feet.\\nMighty Saviour, Elder Brother,\\nDraw me nearer, nearer Thee;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "156 Gbtfstus Dictot\\nBe my Guide, I have no other,\\nLead to perfect liberty.\\nGive me of Thy heavenly treasure,\\nLet me Thy great glory see,\\nHeir of triumph without measure,\\nShow Thy way to victory!\\nCLXXIV\\nIs it a mighty, rushing wind\\nWhose hurried breath I feel\\nDo echoes of the thunder deep\\nRoll nearer, peal on peal\\nThe Spirit of Almighty God\\nI thought, swept quickly by;\\nGreat Messenger of Love to man\\nWith blessings from on high.\\nThe serried hosts of Heaven are hushed\\nIn awe, with one accord\\nThey all expectant wait to hear\\nThe answer of their Lord,\\nThat with a greater joy makes glad\\nThe realms of heavenly bliss", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Barftness at tbe Cross 157\\nAnd lights with gracious hope s bright dawn\\nEarth s sorrow, sin s abyss!\\nCLXXV\\nAnd then upon my ear there fell a Voice\\nSo full of sympathy it seemed to bear\\nThe woes of all the ages in its heart.\\nAbout the Voice of Majesty there clung\\nAnd blossomed tones of infinite desire,\\nSweeter than if all voices that I love\\nIn one loved song their tendrils intertwined,\\nYet strong to bear the weight of sin, of grief\\nYea, the stupendous burden of the world.\\nBreathless I heard, and hung upon that Voice\\nAs clings the trembling vine upon the oak\\nThat wrestles with the whirlwind and the night.\\nCLXXVI\\nCrucified in shame and anguish,\\nLeft in mortal pain to languish,\\nBroken-hearted and alone;\\nPowers of evil overtook me,\\nGod Himself, I thought, forsook me,\\nDarkness gathered round His throne.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "158 Cbti0tu6 Ufctor\\nThen, like billows o er me breaking,\\nWhile the earth with fear was shaking,\\nAll the sorrows of the world\\nFilled my heart to overflowing;\\nAnd the tempest, fiercely blowing,\\nOn my head its fury hurled.\\n11 In the darkness round me fluttered\\nFrightful forms that wildly uttered\\nCries that smote me with dismay;\\nCries from all the world, bewailing\\nEvery woe mankind assailing,\\nRose from out the vast array.\\nCries of scorn my love denying,\\nCries of hate my love defying,\\nCries of terror, loss and pain\\nMan his brother man tormenting,\\nCrafty malice unrelenting,\\nCaptives galled with slavery s chain.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "Darkness at tbe Gross 159\\nIgnorance and degradation,\\nDarkness veiling every nation,\\nWith a hideous night-wove shroud\\nGrovelling shapes of superstition\\nHostile to my heavenly mission,\\nHissing imprecations loud.\\nMight o er right and truth prevailing,\\nBrutal force the weak assailing,\\nWho for mercy beg in vain\\nBase assassins darkly creeping\\nOn unconscious victims, sleeping\\nNevermore to wake again.\\n1 Widowed hearts in anguish crying\\nFor their lost ones, dead or dying\\nWhere no human help can save;\\nEmpty arms their darlings missing,\\nMothers their dead infants kissing\\nEre they give them to the grave.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "160 Cbrfstua IDlctor\\nOutcast, desolate, neglected,\\nFatherless and unprotected,\\nHomeless children vainly plead;\\nNone my little ones to cherish,\\nSold in dens of shame to perish,\\nRuined by inhuman greed.\\n1 Vampire Greed, insatiate, strangling,\\nIn its loathsome wings entangling,\\nSlowly smothering, young and old;\\nOn the poor and helpless battening,\\nOn the blood of infants fattening.\\nSlain to sate its lust for gold.\\nNations bought and sold like cattle,\\nHorrors of the siege and battle\\nCounted naught, so Greed may live\\nManhood crushed and Freedom harried,\\nVirtue to Oppression married,\\nForced her hand for gold to give.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "3)arftnes0 at tbe Qvoee 161\\n1 War, the wide world desolating,\\nHome and honor desecrating,\\nFierce ambition s tyranny;\\nWomen s tears in terror flowing,\\nHelpless babes no mercy knowing,\\nMassacre and infamy.\\nRuthless hands with slaughter reeking,\\nRavished Night aghast and shrieking,\\nLurid flames athwart the sky;\\nNeath the sword my people sinking,\\nLoathing Earth their life-blood drinking,\\nLoud and long their bitter cry!\\nPlague and Famine, grimly stalking,\\nHand in hand together walking\\nLike twin spectres through the lands;\\nStricken men like dead leaves falling,\\nLoud for bread, for succor calling,\\nReaching out weak, helpless hands.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "162 Gbristus IDtctot\\nSotted men, by man s temptation\\nLured to lower degradation\\nTill they grovel in the mire;\\nBy the still s dread serpent bitten,\\nWith infernal frenzy smitten,\\nEvery vein aflame with fire\\nSin, a silver voice alluring,\\nNew delights and joys assuring,\\nGay with gladsome revelry;\\nWith her harlot-smile essaying\\nMan to conquer, while betraying\\nWith beguiling devilry.\\nSin, a stealthy serpent hiding,\\nIn low ambush lurking, gliding\\nOn the unsuspecting prey;\\nIn whose tightening folds entangled,\\nVitals crushed and carcass mangled,\\nCourage, hope and life give way.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "2 arftness at tbe Gross 163\\nSin, a sore disease attacking,\\nWith slow mutilation racking\\nMan s divinely moulded shape;\\nLimb by limb its poison blighting,\\nMan its dread advances righting,\\nDazed and hopeless of escape.\\nSin, a ravening monster prowling,\\nFor new victims ever howling,\\nWhat foul demon gave it birth\\nSin, a whelming flood o erflowing\\nEvery bulwark, wildly strewing\\nWreck and ruin through the earth!\\nSin s mad folly unrepented,\\nMen by sin and woe demented,\\nReason driven from her throne;\\nAll the world sin-sick and dying,\\nMan his Maker s will defying\\nWho shall man with God atone", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "164 Cbristus Dlctot\\nSent to carry consolation\\nTo mine own down-trodden nation\\nWhom in tender love I sought\\nPromised long and long expected,\\nSpit upon, despised, rejected,\\nAll my travail set at nought\\nCrowned a king with ribald mocking,\\nDragged through crowds like vultures flocking,\\nDoomed with sinners to be slain;\\nLove s supremest revelation,\\nLove s full reconciliation,\\nSpurned by Gentiles with disdain.\\nDeeper than the thorn s incision\\nSank the mocking crowd s derision\\nAnd the scoffer s fiery dart;\\nFiercer than the rough nails crushing\\nThrough my flesh, upon me rushing\\nCruel hatred pierced my heart.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "XLbon mi matfons Sbalt flnbetit 165\\nFor the world my blood was flowing,\\nLove to all the ages showing,\\nFor the world and nothing less\\nShould my love be thus defeated,\\nShould my work be ne er completed,\\nShould my sorrows fail to bless\\nCrushed by sin, for sinners bleeding t\\nHopeless love for sinners pleading\\nMet man s last great enemy;\\nTorn by grief, o ercome by wonder,\\nBy my passion rent asunder,\\nBroke my heart in agony.\\nWhy, my God, hast Thou forsaken\\nAnd Thy succor from me taken\\nWhy in darkness hid Thy face\\nThen from glory swift descending\\nAnd in pity o er me bending,\\nLove Almighty sought me there;\\nClasped me close, death-stricken, shrinking,\\nAll my senses fainting, sinking\\nIn the stupor of despair;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "166 Cbrtetus Victor\\nAnd at once I was victorious,\\nStrengthened by a vision glorious;\\nVision of triumphant grace!\\nThou all nations shalt inherit,\\nSpake the Comforter, the Spirit,\\nAnd Thou shalt not die in vain.\\nPrecious seed Thy blood shall nourish,\\nTill o er all the earth shall flourish\\nHarvests ripe with golden grain.\\nWhen Thy travail shall be over,\\nThou, man s changeless Friend and Lover,\\nShalt be fully satisfied.\\nNevermore shall aught defeat Thee,\\nGod in glory soon shall greet Thee,\\nThee His Son, so sorely tried!\\nThen, ah, then my sorrows ended,\\nAs to God my cry ascended:\\nIt is finished, and I died.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "Gbou mi matfotts Sbalt ITnberit 167\\nAnd a pang of consternation\\nAnd a trembling seized creation,\\nPalpitating deep and wide!\\nAnd Sin fled in trepidation,\\nAs Death sheathed his sword and cried\\nI surrender, Galilean;\\nThough I smote Thee sore, Thy paean\\nSoon with joy shall fill the skies.\\nThou art Master, more than mortal.\\nThough, betrayed, to me they sold Thee,\\nI, defeated, shall behold Thee\\nThrough my stronghold s broken portal\\nLord of Life and Death arise!\\nFrom afar, with malediction,\\nSin beheld my crucifixion,\\nRead therein impending doom,\\nFled with muttered imprecations,\\nSowing discord through the nations,\\nBreeding terror, blight and gloom.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "i68 Cbrtetus Victor\\n1 Cup of sorrows fiercely blended,\\nIn my Father s hand extended,\\nDeep in mortal anguish sunken,\\nI the bitter dregs have drunken\\nMan to lead to God his Home;\\nDay of shame, with terror crowded,\\nDay of dread, in darkness shrouded,\\nThere obedient love and meekness\\nFound, through seeming loss and weakness\\nFound for man love s hidden treasure,\\nLove s deep mystery did measure;\\nLove s full stream no limits knowing,\\nFrom my cross forever flowing,\\nPrayer of all the ages granting,\\nDeathless seed of promise planting,\\nI the world have overcome!", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "XLbou mi Watfons Sbalt ifnberit 169\\n1 Long the conflict will be raging,\\nPowers of Heaven and Earth engaging,\\nBut the end is fixed and sure;\\nPowers of evil in alliance,\\nHurl at me their fierce defiance,\\nBut my kingdom shall endure.\\nI upon my heart have taken\\nAll the world with conflict shaken,\\nHurt by sin, by grief oppressed;\\nYe who heavy burdens carry,\\nCome, I love you, do not tarry,\\nCome and I will give you rest.\\n1 All the hosts that never knew me,\\nE en the foes that mocked and slew me,\\nI will draw all men to me;\\nMen and spirits in commotion,\\nLike the tide-swept, moon-led ocean,\\nDrawn by love to Calvary.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "i7o Gbvtetus Victor\\nI to Hades have descended\\nAnd the imprisoned souls befriended,\\nBearing hope of liberty;\\nThere my right as Victor claiming,\\nWrath and sin and terror taming\\nHades moved shall flee to me.\\nEvery fetter shall be broken\\nIn my cross behold the token\\nAnd the pledge of liberty;\\nI will banish all oppression\\nTill, throughout my vast possession\\nEvery creature shall be free.\\nSin its victims shall surrender,\\nI will be their strong defender,\\nI my healing will impart\\nCruel death no more shall sever,\\nSorrow s reign shall cease forever,\\nI will comfort every heart.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "Cbou ail Rations Sbalt flnberit 171\\n11 Death, once like a despot seated,\\nI have challenged and defeated,\\nOverturned the tyrants throne;\\nAnd the shadow has been lifted,\\nClouds of night with glory rifted,\\nIn thick darkness light is sown.\\nLo, the light of hope is breaking,\\nMyriads from their slumber waking,\\nIt shall cheer all souls at last;\\nHope unfailing, never ending,\\nLight into the darkness sending,\\nTill the troubled night is past.\\nThen my peace forever flowing,\\nLike the south wind softly blowing,\\nCalling forth the joy of spring;\\nTo all hearts with conflict weary,\\nWorn with care and labors dreary,\\nEverlasting rest shall bring.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "i72 dbrfstus UMctor\\nM Offspring of celestial fountains\\nIn the everlasting mountains,\\nTruth shall flow, a gladdening stream;\\nWith its flood of living waters\\nTo refresh earth s sons and daughters\\nAnd from Error s rule redeem.\\nThen transcendent in her beauty,\\nFaithful long to love and duty,\\nI shall clasp my Church, my Bride!\\nThen the lone and disappointed,\\nSought for by the Lord s Anointed,\\nShall at last be satisfied.\\nThen unto my Father bringing\\nAll His children, glad and singing,\\nThey His glorious face shall see;\\nIn love-marshalled hosts before Him\\nAll the nations shall adore Him,\\nStrong in life and liberty.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "ttbou ail tlatlona Sbalt Unbent 173\\nLet this vision ever cheer thee,\\nTell the nations, let them hear thee,\\nEvery soul to me is dear;\\nTell to all mankind the story\\nWouldst thou haste the coming glory,\\nBear good tidings far and near.\\nBear my word to every creature;\\nI will be thy Guide and Teacher,\\nKeeping ever at thy side;\\nLet no doubt thy faith diminish,\\nI my work will surely finish,\\nBid thy heart my time abide.\\nSee the waiting hosts that need thee,\\nCome, Beloved, I will lead thee,\\nLove is conquering the world\\nGive thyself, thyself unheeding,\\nFor thy brother toiling, bleeding\\nWhere my banner is unfurled.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "174 Cbrtstus Victor\\nHave thou courage, do not falter,\\nGod his purpose will not alter,\\nLet thy heart be undismayed\\nDeath from his pale horse unseated,\\nHell destroyed and sin defeated,\\nLove triumphant, joy completed,\\nGod by all shall be obeyed\\nCLXXVII\\nLike organ tones that with majestic roll\\nAnd deep reverberation stir the soul,\\nThe listener s weary heart with rapture fill,\\nUntil with heavenly peace its pulses thrill;\\nThat lift the thoughts above the sordid strife\\nAnd call to loftier, fairer, holier life,\\nThat voice through all my being surged and swelled\\nAnd restless doubt and fear forever quelled.\\nThe very air was tremulous with joy,\\nNo anxious thoughts could vex, no cares annoy;\\nAnd when the last sweet strains had died away\\nThe heavens and earth were bright with coming\\nday.\\nDeep in my heart responsive echoes rang,\\nAnd glad with grateful praises, softly sang.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "asv Soul 2 otb /IBagnits tbe XorD 175\\nCLXXVIII\\nLord of my waiting soul, Thou Saviour dear,\\nWhy should I longer doubt, what shall I fear\\nCome dwell with me, forever be my guest,\\nThat I may share Thy toil and know Thy rest.\\nThou showest me a foregleam of the day,\\nTo cheer my drooping heart and light my way.\\nEven though the path I cannot plainly see,\\nThrough the drear wilderness I follow Thee.\\nThou every erring step wilt guide aright\\nTill night is gone and I behold the light!\\nCLXXIX\\nAnd then a sound of triumph I could hear\\nRing through the air around me far and near,\\nAs if from Earth s vast multitudes a cry\\nOf joy arose and rent the echoing sky;\\nInnumerable voices from above\\nHailing the victory of Almighty Love;\\nVoices of loved and lost ones gone before,\\nOf countless hosts that walk the earth no more,\\nOf spirits shining with celestial light,\\nAngels of God, archangels clothed with might;", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "17^ Cbrfgtus Victor\\nChanting the praises of their risen Lord,\\nWorthy by Heaven and Earth to be adored\\nCLXXX\\nSlain by the Son of God All-glorious\\nOver our ancient foes victorious,\\nEvil shall die and man at last be free,\\nCrowned with the joy of his high destiny.\\nThen shall the mighty outspread arms of Love,\\nDown-reaching from our Father s home above,\\nEmbrace a universe redeemed from sin\\nAnd gather all His long-lost children in.\\nTo unimagined heights of glory led,\\nTo unknown powers attaining, like our Head,\\nLike Him mankind at one with God shall be,\\nGod all in all, oh wondrous unity!\\nForever then shall darkness flee away\\nBefore the glories of triumphant day;\\nStorm shall be past and every discord cease\\nAnd man shall walk with God in endless peace.", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "EPILOGUE\\nAh, why prolong\\nMy futile song\\nAmid the maze\\nOf Heaven s high praise\\nWhy vainly strive to hymn\\nWhere fail e en cherubim;\\nOr further seek to show-\\nThings mortal may not know\\nYet nearer move, O perfect day;\\nExtend, O Christ, Thy blessed sway;\\nAnd when these faltering lips are dust\\nSome sweeter singer shall, I trust,\\nWith eyes aglow, facing the Morning Star,\\nAwe-thrilled at sight of the Day spring s triumph-\\ncar,\\nStress of Thy weary travail near its close,\\nMight of Thy love disarming all Thy foes,\\ni77", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "178\\nGbrfstus ItMctor\\nThe din of battle stilled, the ages ripe\\nThrough struggles vast, approaching Thy fair type,\\nShall with strange music never heard before,\\nSweeter than bird-song, deeper than ocean s roar,\\nWith heart aflame, swept by seraphic fire,\\nWith hands that flying thrill the ecstatic wire,\\nIn loftier, raptured measures praising Thee,\\nHerald Thy universal victory", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "^^^^^^^ra^^^F(rH fe* *fblf3!\\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES\\nI. Loud storms the tempest, heaven is black with\\nrage I\\nII. What is this that sits beside me .2\\nIII. O grisly phantom of a man 3\\nIV. Why shrink away from this grim skeleton 6\\nV. With tension strong this framework of a man 6\\nVI. See where the swelling muscles next were placed 7\\nVII. Through every part\\nA labyrinthic network winds, like some 7\\nVIII. The whole with art divine\\nIs rounded to the matchless form of man 8\\nIX. Ah, who can tell the marvels of the eye 8\\nX. Hark how the song of birds,\\nThe merry laughter or the cry of pain 9\\nXL Here sounds the voice, that peerless instrument 9\\nXII. High over all, the brain, thought s mighty vassal 10\\nXIII. Before such lavish beauty of design 10\\nXIV. New wonders crowding thick on every side 11\\nXV. They judge not rightly who, the husk earth-\\nstained .12\\nXVI. What man soe er I chance to see .12\\nXVII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Hold back thy hand 15\\nXVIII. Suppose a kindly word of mine .18\\nXIX. See where the sun, in fiery splendor sinking 19\\n179", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "180 UnDej of jffrst %inee\\nSTROPHE\\nXX. How dream-like and unstable is the form\\nXXI. T is certain thou must die, and even now\\nXXII. Why dost thou drive me so, insatiate one?\\nXXIII. The savage bending o er a pool\\nXXIV. A tomb was built of massive stones\\nXXV. Hid in the chrysalis, this grovelling worm\\nXXVI. I sought a lake among the peaceful hills\\nXXVII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Within the egg y with deftly folded wing\\nXXVIII. Do you remember, Love, the day\\nXXIX. Along the beach dead shells lie strewn, cast\\noff\\nXXX. As once I strolled beside the sun-lit sea\\nXXXI. Low hung the sky, and gray and chill\\nXXXII. Lo, the great earth itself with gradual\\nchange\\nXXXIII. O Mother Earth, who dost our spirits\\nclothe\\nXXXIV. See, in that rock-hewn garden sepulchre\\nXXXV. Emancipator of the slaves of fear\\nXXXVI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Hail Victor, First-born from the dead\\nXXXVII. What powers now vaguely felt with longing\\ndeep\\nXXXVIIL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Wait, my Beloved, wait\\nXXXIX. Was it an answer to my cry\\nXL. From some commanding heighi\\nits crest\\nXLI. Did early hope\\nXLII. Shall we not see life s mystery made plain\\nXLIII. Sleep, child of my love, Mother watches thy\\nslumber\\nXLIV. How tenderly doth mother-love embrace\\nXLV. What splendors on my soul will break\\nXLVI. Soul, in thy Father s home the skies are fair\\nXLVII. What joy to know the great of centuries past\\nXLVIII. No more these warriors lead their fellow-\\n50", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "ITnDej ot Sfitet %ince 181\\nSTROPHE PAGE\\nXLIX. And these who scoffed at Heaven and holy\\nthings 50\\nL. No more these sages in their nightly watch 51\\nLI. These dauntless souls who, loyal to their\\nLord 51\\nLII. Lovers of truth and man no more despair 52\\nLIII. And these who in each soul, howe er defiled 52\\nLIV. No more with patient toil these scholars\\ntrace 52\\nLV. And these rapt lovers of the Heart of Things 53\\nLVI. These others who, though lowly, still were\\ntrue 54\\nLVII. Ah, not in slothful ease shall we recline 55\\nLVIII. It may be God has some far-reaching plan 56\\nLIX. What forms now dimly seen, what sym-\\nphonies 58\\nLX. Dewdrops twinkling in the sun -59\\nLXI. Softly a summer breeze begins to blow 60\\nLXII. What raptured chords like floating incense\\nrise 61\\nLXIII. What joy for us, with evil once oppressed 62\\nLXIV. These come in haste, as flies the eager dove 62\\nLXV. These grope in darkness with dull, blinded\\neyes 62\\nLXV I. These, footsore and with travel worn, retrace 63\\nLXVII. Behold this vast, innumerable host 63\\nLXVIII. Love is the Lord of Life, whose rhythmic\\nbreath 64\\nLXIX. No murky Styx, no poison river pours 65\\nLXX. No little rivulet is this, confined .66\\nLXXI. Blest city, fairer than a blissful dream 66\\nLXXII. And as I think upon that mystic flood 67\\nLXXIII. O Christ, have our poor feeble minds con-\\nceived 67\\nLXXIV. Have we not read that Thou one day will\\nsit 68", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "182 ITn ea; of jfirat %ine*\\nSTROPHE PAGE\\nLXXV. How have these words of fear from age to\\nage 68\\nLXXVI. When from the language of the Orient 69\\nLXXVII. How many souls indignant at this tale 69\\nLXXVIII. Men in their hearts despise this Mighty\\nOne 69\\nLXXIX. How long, how long shall Terror sit\\nenthroned 70\\nLXXX. Didst Thou not rather say that ere the last 70\\nLXXXI. Thou Patient One, how must Thou grieve\\nto see 72\\nLXXXII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 O gentle Shepherd, Thou didst tell of one 72\\nLXXXIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 O Christ,\\nIf God is Love and Light and if in Him 74\\nLXXXIV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Thou didst call God our Father, whose\\ngreat heart 74\\nLXXX V.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Our Father When the Son of God went\\nforth 74\\nLXXXVI. Though man forget from whence he came 76\\nLXXXVII. How art thou satisfied with husks and\\nswine 79\\nLXXXVIII. Once did my father s strong and tender\\nhand 80\\nLXXXIX. But we have read of that dread sin that no 80\\nXC. Have thou no part nor lot in such a\\nthought 81\\nXCI. What phrase is this that holds us thus\\nenthralled 82\\nXCI I. How have we stumbled at these fearful\\nwords 82\\nXCIIL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Nay, Thou didst utter hot, indignant\\nwords 83\\nXCIV. How fierce the righteous wrath of love\\nBehold 84\\nXCV. No sterner, fiercer words, O Christ, e er\\nfell 84", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "UnDes ot jfirst %ince 183\\nSTROPHE PAGE\\nXCVI. Though men blaspheme the God who speaks\\nto them 85\\nXCVII. The man who conscience stifles, who calls\\nright 85\\nXCVIIL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 O Christ, defend us all in this our day 86\\nXCIX. Thou art Incarnate Love, and when that\\nLove 87\\nC. To every cold or troubled heart .87\\nCI. Didst Thou not also say I am the Door 88\\nCII. But canst Thou draw men thus How slow\\nour hearts 90\\nCHI. I did not ask for life. By God s decree 90\\nCIV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Alas,\\nSin may deceive and we afar may stray 92\\nCV. Would God our Father wake us from our\\nsleep 92\\nCVI. Would God our Father scatter living souls 93\\nCVII. Whither upon this strange and changeful sea 94\\nCVIII. If any single soul shall drift in woe 95\\nCIX. Ah, never sank a sinning soul so low 95\\nCX. Oft have I heard, upon the night- wind borne 96\\nCXI. If man can tame the fierce and ruthless beast 97\\nCXII. If man can find a way to reach the dark 98\\nCXIII. If when the tree is withered, parched, and\\ndead 98\\nCXIV. O Thou whose name is Love, dost Thou not\\nlong 98\\nCXV. O Thou that from eternity 99\\nCXVL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Why should we doubt Thy power? Shall\\nthe unseen 100\\nCXVII. Shall the majestic sun that rules the heavens 100\\nCXVIII. But must we ever follow, never lead 102\\nCXIX. Spirit of freedom, thou dost love the sea 102\\nCXX. Thou dost delight in every mountain-side 103\\nCXXI. Whence hast thou thy courage, brown\\nthrush, brown thrush 103", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "184 UnDej of jfiret %ince\\nSTROPHE PAGE\\nCXXII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Author and God of freedom, Thou dost\\nplant 105\\nCXXIIL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 By love of freedom led 106\\nCXXIV. Be not too sure no\\nCXXV. Or dazzled by the wild extravagance in\\nCXXVI. For despots on their thrones .112\\nCXXVII. Or swarming Asian hordes 113\\nCXXVIII. In the titanic struggle yet to be .114\\nCXXIX. O sacred Freedom, man has loved thee\\nlong 114\\nCXXX. What means this murmuring sound that\\nfills the air .116\\nCXXXI. Ye winds of heaven, your wings are faint, 118\\nCXXXII. A dreamer heard a warning voice declare, 1 19\\nCXXXIII. Hear the Creator to His children say 125\\nCXXXIV. Lov st thou the voice of ocean s breaking\\nwave 128\\nCXXXV. Our hearts cry out for freedom, we\\nwould be 129\\nCXXXVI. What then is freedom s limit, where its\\nend 129\\nCXXX VII. Above the clouds the soaring eagle mounts, 130\\nCXXXVIII. We who for boundless freedom strive are\\nchained 130\\nCXXXIX. Wild storms across the ocean rage un-\\ncurbed 131\\nCXL. In spite of all the ills of life .131\\nCXLI. From the vexed shore I watched the\\nstorming main .132\\nCXLII. No petty bounds has God around us\\ndrawn 133\\nCXLIII. I stood beneath the blazing dome of\\nnight 133\\nCXLIV. Free through our Father s kingdom shall\\nwe roam 134", "height": "3381", "width": "2405", "jp2-path": "christusvictorst01dodg_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "ITnDej of jftret Xtnes 185\\nCXLV. Think not that love is feeble or supine 135\\nCXLVI. Lofty the patriot s love of Fatherland 136\\nCXLVII. Strong are the bonds of friendship firm and\\ntried 136\\nCXLVIII. Royal the lover of his fellow-men 136\\nCXLIX. Ah, love and love alone at last will solve 137\\nCL. Tender affections at the hearthstone dwell, 138\\nCLI. Stronger than death, or life, or death in\\nlife 138\\nCLII. The babe forlorn and motherless 139\\nCLI II. Such noble gleams of love our life adorn 140\\nCLIV. Ah, Lord, I fain would sing Thy praise 141\\nCLV. Do well thy part 142\\nCLVI. But are not mind and matter under law 143\\nCLVII. He rules by law, His law is over all 143\\nCLVIII Well I recall the night 143\\nCLIX. The cyclone and tornado that we fear 145\\nCLX.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -God rules by law, but law can never bind 146\\nCLXI. He whose slow movements look to our dull\\neyes 147\\nCLXII. He who created heavenly orbs to roll 147\\nCLXIII. He who each atom guards so jealously 147\\nCLXIV. T is but a spectral phantom of the night 148\\nCLXV. We may be fellow-laborers with God 148\\nCLXVI. God is a Spirit they that worship Him 149\\nCLXVII. Of Him and to and through Him all things\\nare .150\\nCLXVIII. T is but His hand that doth encompass\\nus 151\\nCLXIX. O Love Supreme, wilt Thou not speak 152\\nCLXX. Rend Thou the heavens and hasten down 152\\nCLXXI. He for us men, to share our toil and pain 153\\nCLXXII. How strong art Thou, great Son of God 154\\nCLXXIII. O Desire of every nation 155\\nCLXXIV. Is it a mighty, rushing wind 156\\nCLXXV. 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