{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3501", "width": "1991", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2086", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2086", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2088", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "THE\\nCHRISTIAN YEAR.", "height": "3577", "width": "2003", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear\\nAttract us still, and passionate exercise\\nOf lofty thoughts, the way before us lies\\nDistinct with signs\u00e2\u0080\u0094 through which, in fixed career.\\nAs through a zodiac, moves the ritual year\\nOf England s Church stupendous mysteries\\nWhich whoso travels in her bosom, eyes\\nAs he approaches them, with solemn cheer.\\nEnough for us to cast a transient glance\\nThe circle through.\\nWordsworth.", "height": "3561", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE\\nCHRISTIAN YEAR:\\nTHOUGHTS IN VERSE\\njFor the Stutfrags airtr fgoistraga\\nTHROUGHOUT THE YEAR.\\nJ^\u00c2\u00a3t\\nC\\nIn quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.\\nIsaiah xxx. 15.\\nFirst American Edition.\\nPHILADELPHIA\\nCAREY. LEA BLANCHARD\\nMDCCCXXXIV.", "height": "3561", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "7\\ni,^\\n0*\\nEntered according to the act of congress, in the year 1834, by Carey, Lea\\nand Blanchard, in the clerk s office of the district court of the eastern\\ndistrict of Pennsylvania.\\n/ff\u00c2\u00a3\\nV.\\nPhiladelphia\\nPrinted by James Kay, Jun. Co.\\nRace above 4th Street.", "height": "3622", "width": "2016", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "TO\\nMY NEXT FRIEND\\nAND MORE THAN BROTHER,\\nTHE REV. WILLIAM CROSWELL,\\nRECTOR OF CHRIST CHURCH, BOSTON,\\nTHESE PIOUS BREATHINGS\\nOF\\nA KINDRED SPIRIT\\nARE MOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED,\\nG. W. D.\\nSt. Mary s Parsonage,\\nBurlington, May 27, 1834.", "height": "3577", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "The annual course of God s great mystery,\\nThe Word made flesh. On that with piercing eye\\nThe angels gaze. On that the Church invites\\nHer sons to linger. As thereon we muse,\\nOn each strange scene, or all together wove,\\nA wondrous tissue like the braided hues\\nWhich blessed the Patriarch s sight, with eye above\\nUplifted, faith the dear memorials views,\\nSigns of past mercy and enduring love.\\nBishop Mant.", "height": "3591", "width": "2022", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Xtttrotrttctfott\\nBY\\nTHE AMERICAN EDITOR\\nThe Editor s first acquaintance with the Chris-\\ntian Year was accidental. In a little volume of\\nConversations on the Sacraments and Services of the\\nChurch of England, written by a lady, those beauti-\\nful lines, at the opening of the piece entitled Holy\\nBaptism\\nWhere is it, mothers learn their love\\nIn every church a fountain springs\\nO er which the eternal Dove\\nHovers on softest wings\\nattracted his attention, and led him to order it\\nthrough his bookseller. This was in 1828, the year\\nafter its publication. The book, when received, was", "height": "3585", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "8 Introduction\\nread with unmingled delight; and no voluma of\\nuninspired poetry has ever given him such rich and\\ncontinued satisfaction. It has seemed to him, as\\nCharles the Emperor thought of Florence, a book too\\npleasant to be read but only on holidays and\\nhe has thought of nothing more expressive of its de-\\nlightful, tranquillizing spirit, than those lines of holy\\nGeorge Herbert,\\nSweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,\\nThe bridal of the earth and sky.\\nFrom the time of its first reading, the Editor has\\nnever ceased to recommend it to his personal friends;\\nand in the Banner of the Church, and in other\\nways, to call the public attention to its merits.\\nMany copies have been imported and there is now\\nan increasing circle of admiring and delighted read-\\ners, realizing for our Christian poet, what the greatest\\nof that name desired for himself,\\nFit audience, though few\\nthe magnanimi pochi, to whom Petrarch, kin-\\nWhen I sat last on this primrose bank, and looked down\\nthese meadows, I thought of them as Charles the emperor did of\\nthe city of Florence that they were too pleasant to be looked\\non, but only on holidays,\\nIsaac Walton, Complete Angler.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "By the American Editor, 9\\ndred in more respects than one with Milton, made\\nhis sublime appeal.\\nStrangely enough, though the Christian Year\\nhas passed through more than twenty-five editions in\\nEngland,* it found no avenue to the American press,\\nuntil brought, last summer, to the notice of the intel-\\nligent and liberal publishers under whose auspices it\\nnow appears. In contemplating an American edi-\\ntion, it was an obvious consideration, that, to a large\\nportion of the admirers of religious poetry, much of\\nthe charm of Keble s volume would be lost, by their\\nwant of familiarity with the arrangement of the\\nChristian or Ecclesiastical Year, which forms\\nits ground work the string on which his pearls are\\nhung. The Editor undertook to supply this defi-\\nciency and in doing so, he has aimed to perform a\\nservice far beyond the additional interest which\\nmay thus be given to these Thoughts in verse.\\nHe frankly avows the purpose of rendering the\\na\\nThe almost unexampled popularity of the e Christian\\nYear, and the Rectory of Valehead, both unquestionably\\nbreathing the pure spirit of the olden time, is no unfavourable\\nprognostic of better times to come. Bishop Jebb.\\nA late bookseller s list enumerates, in 8vo. six editions, in 18mo.\\nten, and in 32mo. nine.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10 Introduction\\npresent enterprise subservient to the higher object of\\nextending the knowledge and the influence of reli-\\ngion, as it is exhibited in the order, institutions and\\nservices of the Church. The arrangement of the\\nEcclesiastical Year, he has always regarded as one\\nof the happiest of possible contrivances for arresting\\nthe attention, and maintaining the interest of men,\\nin regard to the great facts of Christianity, while it\\nappeals most powerfully to the purest and strongest\\nsympathies of the human heart in their behalf. It\\nis an acknowledged principle of philosophy, that\\nwhatever is to make the strongest impression on men,\\nmust be made visible,* either to the bodily, or to the\\nmind s eye. How extensively this principle is\\napplied in practice to the promotion of secular inter-\\nests, by pictures, statues, processions, pageants, every\\none has seen. The blessed Saviour recognised its\\nvalue in the institution of his few simple, beautiful,\\nvisible sacraments. In the reasonable, scriptural and\\nmost becoming appointments of the Christian Year,\\nSegnius irritant animos demissa per aurem,\\nQuam qua? sunt oculis subjecta fidelibus, et qua?\\nIpse sibi tradit spectator.\\nHorace.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "By the American Editor. 11\\nthe Church, following the example of the divine ap-\\npointments under the law, has applied this obvious\\nprinciple to the commemoration of the great facts of\\nChristianity. In the festivals of the Nativity, the\\nCrucifixion, the Resurrection, the Ascension, the\\ndivine Saviour seems, year by year, to be visibly set\\nforth in his mighty and merciful acts, performed for\\nour redemption while in the minor festivals, the\\nblessed weekly feast of Sunday, and the solemn days\\nof preparation and of commemoration, the glorious\\nand endearing theme is constantly kept up before\\nour eyes and hearts and the rolling year, in a\\nsense far higher than the poet s,* is full of Him.\\nThe effect of this practice, where it has been adopted,\\nhas been well seen in the increase of the knowledge\\nof salvation, and in the familiarity, to which even\\nchildren attain, with the first principles of the doc-\\ntrine of Christ. In the additional interest which\\nthis little volume will create in these, the most im-\\nportant of all subjects, the Editor expects to find his\\nsufficient reward.\\nThe Author of these pieces, it has come incident-\\nThomson s Hymn to the Seasons.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 Introduction\\nally to the knowledge of the Editor, while he holds\\nthe most honourable office of Professor of Poetry in\\nthe University of Oxford, is the exemplary and faith-\\nful pastor of a humble country congregation, and\\ndevotes himself unsparingly to the spiritual welfare\\nof a rustic flock, in which there is scarcely a single\\nfamily of rank or education. It is in such a school,\\nthat the sweetest and most Christian poet of modern\\ndays, is fitly taught. So it was that Bemerton, and\\nLittle Gidden, and Hodnet, became nurseries of\\nstrains that shall never die. God be thanked, that\\nalong the tract of ages he still scatters spirits like\\nHooker s, and Herbert s, and Walton s, and Ken s,\\nand Ferrar s, and Jeremy Taylor s, and Heber s, and\\nKeble s, to show how nearly the human may by\\ngrace attain to the angelic nature, to enchant our\\nspirits here by the prolusion of those seraphic strains\\nwhich in heaven are the continual occupation and\\nenjoyment of the saints, singing on earth, as\\nIsaak Walton said of Herbert, such hymns and\\nanthems as the angels, and he, and Mr. Ferrar now\\nsing in heaven.\\nIn conclusion, the Christian Year, apart from\\nits high poetical merit, is recommended most earn-", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "By the American Editor. 13\\nestlyfor its pure, affectionate, and elevating charac-\\nter, as a family book. The taste which can appre-\\nciate its excellencies, is a Christian taste. The\\nmeditation of its eminently spiritual strains will tend\\nto spiritualize the heart. And the Christian home,\\nwhere it is made a household book, will find it fruit-\\nful, above almost every book of human origin, in\\nhomebred charities and innocent delights. Then\\ncame the long quiet evening, writes one who can\\nwell estimate the various merits of a volume which\\nshe has done much to draw into general use,\\nwhen some of us gathered, as closely as possible,\\nround the bright fire, and listened, while one and\\nanother dear voice read some passage from Keble s\\nChristian Year. Soothing, beautiful poetry well\\ncalculated to lift the heart above the cares of this\\ntroublesome world, and to light the path with the\\nsunshine of heaven.\\nG. W. D.\\nSt. Mary s Parsonage,\\nBurlington, July 1, 1834.\\nScenes in our Parish, by a Country Parson s Daughter.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Throughout the volume the notes of the American Editor\\nare enclosed in brackets.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "^tttftor s 9ftto*rtteement\\nNext to a sound rule of faith, there is nothing of so\\nmuch consequence as a sober standard of feeling in\\nmatters of practical religion and it is the peculiar\\nhappiness of the Church of England, to possess, in\\nher authorized formularies, an ample and secure\\nprovision for both. But in times of much leisure\\nand unbounded curiosity, when excitement of every\\nkind is sought after with a morbid eagerness, this part\\nof the merit of our Liturgy is likely in some measure\\nto be lost, on many even of its sincere admirers\\nthe very tempers, which most require such discipline,\\nsetting themselves, in general, most decidedly\\nagainst it.\\nThe object of the present publication will be at-\\ntained, if any person find assistance from it in bring-\\ning his own thoughts and feelings into more entire\\nunison with those recommended and exemplified in", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "16 Author s Advertisement.\\nthe Prayer Book. The work does not furnish a com-\\nplete series of compositions being, in many parts,\\nrather adapted with more or less propriety to the suc-\\ncessive portions of the Liturgy, than originally sug-\\ngested by them. Something has been added at the\\nend concerning the several Occasional Services\\nwhich constitute, from their personal and domestic\\nnature, the most perfect instance of that soothing\\ntendency in the Prayer Book, which it is the chief\\npurpose of these pages to exhibit.\\nMay 30, 1827.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "J^ortttug*\\nHis compassions fail not. Tney are new every morning.\\nf .nvn p\\nLament, iii. 22, 23.\\nHUES of the rich unfolding morn,\\nThat, ere the glorious sun be born,\\nBy some soft touch invisible\\nAround his path are taught to swell\\nThou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,\\nThat dancest forth at opening day,\\nAnd brushing by with joyous wing,\\nWakenest each little leaf to sing\\nYe fragrant clouds of dewy steam,\\nBy which deep grove and tangled stream\\nPay, for soft rains in season given,\\nTheir tribute to the genial heaven\\nThe Editor is accountable, throughout the volume, for the use of the\\nItalic letter. He has adopted that mode of designating such lines as possess,\\nin his judgment, peculiar beauty. All such, however, he does not pretend\\nto have marked. That would have been to make the Italic quite too pre-\\ndominant. He has marked the most striking.\\nA", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "18 Morning,\\nWhy waste your treasures of delight\\nUpon our thankless, joyless sight\\nWho, day by day to sin awake,\\nSeldom of heaven and you partake\\nOh timely happy, timely wise,\\nHearts that with rising morn arise\\nEyes that the beam celestial view,\\nWhich evermore makes all things new\\nNew every morning is the love\\nOur wakening and uprising prove\\nThrough sleep and darkness safely brought,\\nRestored to life, and power, and thought.\\nNew mercies, each returning day,\\nHover around us while we pray\\nNew perils past, new sins forgiven,\\nNew thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.\\nIf on our daily course our mind\\nBe set to hallow all we find,\\nNew treasures still, of countless price,\\nGod will provide for sacrifice.\\nOld friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,\\nAs more of heaven in each we see\\nSome softening gleam of love and prayer\\nShall dawn on every cross and care.\\nRevelations xxi. 5.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Morning. 19\\nAs for some dear familiar strain\\nUntir d we ask, and ask again,\\nEver, in its melodious store,\\nFinding a spell unheard before\\nSuch is the bliss of souls serene,\\nWhen they have sworn, and steadfast mean,\\nCounting the cost, in all to espy\\nTheir God, in all themselves deny.\\nO could we learn that sacrifice,\\nWhat lights would all around us rise\\nHow would our hearts with wisdom talk\\nAlong life s dullest dreariest walk\\nWe need not bid, for cloister d cell,\\nOur neighbour and our work farewell,\\nNor strive to wind ourselves too high\\nFor sinful man beneath the sky\\nThe trivial round, the common task,\\nWould furnish all we ought to ask\\nRoom to deny ourselves a road\\nTo bring us, daily, nearer God.*\\nO for a closer walk with God,\\nA calm and heavenly frame\\nA light to shine upon the road\\nThat leads me to the Lamb.\\nCoioper.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 Morning.\\nSeek we no more content with these,\\nLet present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,\\nAs Heaven shall bid them, come and go\\nThe secret this of Rest below.\\nOnly, Lord, in thy dear love\\nFit us for perfect rest above\\nAnd help us, this and every day,\\nTo live more nearly as we pray.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "SStentng.\\nAbide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent.\\nSt. Luke xxiv. 29.\\nTIS gone, that bright and orbed blaze,\\nFast fading from our wistful gaze\\nYon mantling cloud has hid from sigh\\nThe last faint pulse of quivering light.\\nIn darkness and in weariness\\nThe traveller on his way must press,\\nNo gleam to watch on tree or tower,\\nWhiling away the lonesome hour.\\nSun of my soul Thou Saviour dear,\\nIt is not night if Thou be near\\nOh may no earth-born cloud arise\\nTo hide thee from thy servant s eyes.\\nWhen round thy wondrous works below\\nMy searching rapturous glance I throw,\\nTracing out Wisdom, Power and Love,\\nIn earth or sky, in stream or grove;\\na2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 Evening.\\nOr by the light thy words disclose\\nWatch Time s full river as it flows,\\nScanning thy gracious Providence,\\nWhere not too deep for mortal sense\\nWhen with dear friends sweet talk I hold?\\nAnd all the flowers of life unfold;\\nLet not my heart within me burn,\\nExcept in all I Thee discern.\\nWhen the soft dews of kindly sleep\\nMy wearied eyelids gently steep,\\nBe my last thought, how sweet to rest\\nFor ever on my Saviour s breast.\\nAbide with me from morn till eve,\\nFor without Thee I cannot live\\nAbide with me when night is nigh,\\nFor without thee I dare not die.\\nThou Framer of the light and dark,\\nSteer through the tempest thine own ark\\nAmid the howling wintry sea\\nWe are in port if we have Thee.t\\nLes plaisirs sont les fleurs que notre divine Maitre,\\nDans les ronces du monde, autour de nous fait naitre,\\nChacun a sa saison.\\nf Then they willingly received Him into the ship; and immediately the\\nship was at the land whither they went. St. John vi. 21.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Evening. 23\\nThe Rulers of this Christian land,\\nTwixt Thee and us ordained to stand,\\nGuide Thou their course, Lord, aright,\\nLet all do all as in thy sight.\\nOh by thine own sad burthen, borne\\nSo meekly up the hill of scorn,\\nTeach Thou thy Priests their daily cross\\nTo bear as thine, nor count it loss\\nIf some poor wandering child of thine\\nHave spurn d, to-day, the voice divine,\\nNow, Lord, the gracious work begin\\nLet him no more lie down in sin.\\nWatch by the sick enrich the poor\\nWith blessings from thy boundless store\\nBe every mourner s sleep to-night,\\nLike infant s slumbers, pure and light.\\nCome near and bless us when we wake,\\nEre through the world our way we take\\nTill in the ocean of thy love\\nWe lose ourselves in heaven above.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "^tfoeut Stttrtrag*\\nNow it is high time to awake out of sleep for now is our salvation nearer\\nthan when we believed. Romans xiii. 11. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[Almighty God, give us grace that we may castaway the works\\nof darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the\\ntime of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to\\nvisit us in great humility that, in the last day, when he shall\\ncome again in his glorious Majesty to judge both the quick and\\ndead, we may rise to the life immortal, through him who liveth\\nand reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, now and ever.\\nJlmenA]\\nThe beginning of that season which commemorates the Advent or com-\\ning of our blessed Lord. It has immediate reference to his first coming in the\\nflesh, and so is designed to prepare us for the due celebration of the festival of\\nthe nativity, commonly called Christmas Day. It has ultimate reference to\\nhis second coming in glory, and so is designed to aid us in preparation for the\\nday of final Judgment. The Advent Sundays, of which this is the first, are\\nthe four next preceding Christmas. Theirs* Sunday in Advent is always\\nthe Sunday nearest to the festival of St. Andrew, whether before or after. If\\nthat Sunday fall on the last day of November, then St. Andrew s Day and\\nAdvent Sunday coincide. See note on St. Andrew s Day.\\nf Throughout the Christian Year, the collect for the day, in the\\nbook of Common Prayer, will be inserted.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Advent Sunday. 25\\nAWAKE again the Gospel-trump is blown\\nFrom year to year it swells with louder tone,\\nFrom year to year the signs of wrath\\nAre gathering round the Judge s path,\\nStrange words fulfill d, and mighty works achiev d,\\nAnd truth in all the world both hated and believ d.\\nAwake why linger in the gorgeous town,\\nSworn liegemen of the Cross and thorny crown\\nUp from your beds of sloth for shame,\\nSpeed to the eastern mount like flame,\\nNor wonder, should ye find your king in tears,\\nEven with the loud Hosanna ringing in his ears.\\nAlas no need to rouse them long ago\\nThey are gone forth to swell Messiah s show:\\nWith glittering robes and garlands sweet\\nThey strew the ground beneath his feet\\nAll but your hearts are there O doom d to prove\\nThe arrows wing d in Heaven for Faith that will not\\nlove\\nMeanwhile He paces through th adoring crowd,\\nCalm as the march of some majestic cloud,\\nAnd a very great multitude spread their garments in the way others\\ncut down branches from the trees and strewed them in the way. And the\\nmultitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, Hosanna to the Son of\\nDavid. Here was faith in Jesus as the Messiah. The sad catastrophe of\\nthe crucifixion too soon proved that it was not the faith which worketh by\\nlove.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 Advent Sunday.\\nThat o er wild scenes of ocean-war\\nHolds its still course in heaven afar\\nEven so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on,*\\nThou keepest silent watch from thy triumphal throne\\nEven so, the world is thronging round to gaze\\nOn the dread vision of the latter days,\\nConstraint to own Thee, but in heart\\nPrepar d to take Barabbas part\\nHosanna now, to-morrow Crucify,\\nThe changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry.\\nYet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue\\nThy sad eye rests upon thy faithful few,\\nChildren and childlike souls are there.\\nBlind Bartimeus humble prayer,\\nAnd Lazarus waken d from his four days sleep,\\nEnduring life again, that Passover to keep.\\nAnd fast beside the olive-border d way\\nStands the bless d home, where Jesus deign d to stay,\\nThe peaceful home, to Zeal sincere\\nAnd heavenly Contemplation dear,\\nWhere Martha lov d to wait with reverence meet,\\nAnd wiser Mary linger d at thy sacred feet.\\nStill through decaying ages as they glide,\\nThou lov st thy chosen remnant to divide\\nSo the apostles, at the election of Matthias, addressing Jesus, Thou,\\nLord, who knowest the heart.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Advent Sunday, 27\\nSprinkled along the waste of years\\nFull many a soft green isle appears\\nPause where we may upon the desert road,\\nSome shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.\\nWhen withering blasts of error swept the sky,*\\nAnd Love s last flower seem d fain to droop and die,\\nHow sweet, how lone the ray benignt\\nOn shelter d nooks of Palestine\\nArianism in the fourth century.\\nf The letters of Jerome are full of rural pictures of exceeding beauty.\\nHe evidently wrote con amore, with a painter s eye, and a poet s feeling.\\nHaving passed, he says, so much of my life in agitation, my poor bark\\nnow tossed with storms, now shattered against rocks, I betake myself to the\\nretirement of the country, as to a safe and peaceful port. Here, plain bread,\\nroots raised by my own hands, and milk, the peasant s luxury, supply me\\ncheap but wholesome food. So living, we neither suffer hindrance, in our de-\\nvotions from drowsiness, nor in our studies from satiety. Is it summer, our\\ntrees tempt us with their sheltering shade. Is it autumn, the genial tem-\\nperature of the air delights us, while the fallen leaves afford a soft and quiet\\ncouch. Is it spring, flowers enamel the ground, and the tuneful birds lend\\nto our hymns their sweet accompaniment. And even when winter comes,\\nwith storms and sleet, we have wood so cheap that we need neither sleep\\nnor watch unwarmed. But there was a charm for Jerome, in his retire-\\nment, greater even than this. To the eye of a painter and the fancy of a\\npoet, he added, what is far more fertile in enjoyment, the heart of a Chris-\\ntian; and in his rustic seclusion this had abundant gratification. Here,\\nsays he, clownish though we are, we are all Christians. Psalms alone\\nbreak the pervading stillness. The ploughman is singing hallelujahs while\\nhe turns his furrow. The reaper solaces his toil with hymns. The vine-\\nyard-dresser, as he prunes his vines, chants something from the strains of\\nDavid. These are our songs, and such the notes with which our love is\\nvocal. I find in the Annals of Modern Missions a beautiful coincidence\\nwith the sentiment of Jerome. It is now very different from what it used\\nto be, said a native assistant to the Moravian missionaries in Greenland.\\nEvery where you hear the people singing psalms.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 Advent Sunday,\\nThen to his early home did Love repair,*\\nAnd cheer d his sickening heart with his own native air.\\nYears roll away again the tide of crime\\nHas swept thy footsteps from the favour d clime.\\nWhere shall the holy Cross find rest\\nOn a crown d monarch s! mailed breast:\\nLike some bright angel o er the darkling scene,\\nThrough court and camp he holds his heavenward\\ncourse serene.J\\nA fouler vision yet an age of light,\\nLight without love, glares on the aching sight\\nO who can tell how calm and sweet,\\nMeek Walton shows thy green retreat,\\nWhen wearied with the tale thy times disclose,\\nThe eye first finds thee out in thy secure repose\\nThus bad and good their several warnings give\\nOf His approach, whom none may see and live\\nSee St. Jerome s Works, i. 123, edit. Erasm.\\nf St. Louis in the thirteenth century.\\nEven Gibbon was constrained to say of him, that he united the vir-\\ntues of a king, a hero and a man that his martial spirit was tempered with\\nthe love of private and public justice and that Louis was the father of his\\npeople, the friend of his neighbours, and the terror of infidels.\\nHonest Izaak. See his Complete Angler, which has been well\\ncalled an exquisitely pleasing performance and his incomparable lives of\\nDonne, Wotton, Hooker, Herbert and Sanderson. They very properly form\\nvol xi. of the Parish Library, published by the Protestant Episcopal\\nPress, New York.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Advent Sunday. 29\\nFaith s ear, with awful still delight,\\nCounts them like minute bells at night,\\nKeeping the heart awake till dawn of morn,\\nWhile to her funeral pile this aged world is borne.*\\nBut what are heaven s alarms to hearts that cower\\nIn wilful slumber, deepening every hour,\\nThat draw their curtains closer round,\\nThe nearer swells the trumpet s sound\\nLord, ere our trembling lamps sink down and die,\\nTouch us with chastening hand, and make us feel Thee\\nnigh.t\\nThe world is grown old, and her pleasures are past\\nThe world is grown old, and her form cannot last\\nThe world is grown old, and trembles for fear,\\nFor sorrows abound, and judgment is near.\\nBishop Heber.\\nYet once again thy sign shall be upon the heavens displayed,\\nAnd earth and its inhabitants be terribly afraid,\\nFor not in weakness clad thou com st our woes, our sins to bear,\\nBut girt with all thy Father s might, his vengeance to declare.\\nThe terrors of that awful day, Oh who can understand\\nOr who abide when thou in wrath shalt lift thy holy hand\\nThe earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, the sun in heaven grow pale\\nBut thou hast sworn, and wilt not change, thy faithful shall not fail.\\nThen grant us, Saviour, so to pass our time in trembling here,\\nThat when upon the clouds of heaven thy glory shall appear,\\nUplifting high our joyful heads, in triumph we may rise,\\nAnd enter, with thine angel train, thy palace in the skies\\nG. W. D.\\nB", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "SecoutJ Sttntrag in MKbmt\\nTHE SIGNS OF THE TIMES.\\nAnd when these things begin to come to pass, then look up and lift up\\nyour heads, for your redemption draweth nigh. St. Luke xxi. 28. [Gospel\\nfor the day.]\\n[Blessed Lord, who hast caused all holy Scriptures to be writ-\\nten for our learning grant that we may in such wise hear them,\\nread, mark, learn and inwardly digest them, that by patience,\\nand comfort of thy holy Word, we may embrace, and ever hold\\nfast the blessed hope of everlasting life, which thou hast given\\nus in our Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen.\\nNOT till the freezing blast is still,\\nTill freely leaps the sparkling rill,\\nAnd gales sweep soft from summer skies,\\n\u00c2\u00ab/2s o er a sleeping infant s eyes\\nA mother s kiss ere calls like these\\nNo sunny gleam awakes the trees,\\nNor dare the tender now rets show\\nTheir bosoms to th uncertain glow.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday in Advent. 31\\nWhy then, in sad and wintry time,\\nHer heavens all dark with doubt and crime,\\nWhy lifts the Church her drooping head,\\nAs though her evil hour were fled\\nIs she less wise than leaves of spring,\\nOr birds that cower with folded wing 1\\nWhat sees she in this lowering sky\\nTo tempt her meditative eye\\nShe has a charm, a word of fire,\\nA pledge of love that cannot tire\\nBy tempests, earthquakes, and by wars,\\nBy rushing waves and falling stars,\\nBy every sign her Lord foretold,\\nShe sees the world is waxing old,*\\nAnd through that last and direst storm\\nDescries by faith her Saviour s form.\\nNot surer does each tender gem,\\nSet in the fig-tree s polish d stem,\\nForeshew the summer season bland,\\nThan these dread signs thy mighty hand\\nBut oh frail hearts, and spirits dark\\nThe season s flight unwarn d we mark,\\nBut miss the Judge behind the door,t\\nFor all the light of sacred lore\\nThe world hath lost his youth, and the times begin to wax old. 2 Es-\\ndras xiv. 10.\\nf See St. James v. 9.\\nX Notwithstanding all the light of Scripture.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 Second Sunday in Advent.\\nYet is He there beneath our eaves\\nEach sound his wakeful ear receives\\nHush, idle words, and thoughts of ill,\\nYour Lord is listening peace, be still.*\\nChrist watches by a Christian s hearth,\\nBe silent, vain deluding mirth,\\nTill in thine alter d voice be known\\nSomewhat of resignation s tone.\\nBut chiefly ye should lift your gaze\\nAbove the world s uncertain haze,\\nAnd look with calm unwavering eye\\nOn the bright fields beyond the sky,\\nYe, who your Lord s commission bear,\\nHis way of mercy to prepare\\nAngelst He calls you be your strife\\nTo lead on earth an Angel s life.\\nThink not of rest though dreams be sweet,\\nStart up, and ply your heavenward feet.\\nIs not God s oath upon your head,\\nNe er to sink back on slothful bed,\\nNever again your loins untie,\\nNor let your torches waste and die,\\nTill, when the shadows thickest fall,\\nYe hear your Master s midnight call\\nIta fabulantur, ut qui sciant Dominum audire. Tertull. Jlpalog. p. 36,\\nedit. Rigalt.\\nt Angels, from the Greek term, meaning messengers or apostles.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "STfitrtr Suttircg tn ^ttftent-\\nTHE TRAVELLERS.\\nWhat went ye into the wilderness to see a reed shaken with the wind\\nBut what went ye out for to see a prophet Yea, I say unto you, and\\nmore than a prophet. St. Matt. xi. 7, 8. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[O Lord Jesus Christ, who, at thy first coming, didst send thy\\nmessenger to prepare thy way before thee grant that the minis-\\nters and stewards of thy mysteries may likewise so prepare and\\nmake ready thy way, by turning the hearts of the disobedient to\\nthe wisdom of the just, that, at thy second coming to judge the\\nworld, we may be found an acceptable people in thy sight, who\\nlivest and reignest with the Father and the Holy Spirit, ever\\none God, world without end. Amen.~\\\\\\nWHAT went ye out to see\\nO er the rude sandy lea,\\nWhere stately Jordan flows by many a palm,\\nOr where Gennesaret s wave\\nDelights the flowers to lave,\\nThat o er her western slope breathe airs of balm\\nb 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 Third Sunday in Advent,\\nAll through the summer night,\\nThose blossoms red and bright*\\nSpread their soft breasts, unheeding, to the breeze,\\nLike hermits watching still\\nAround the sacred hill,\\nWhere erst our Saviour watch d upon his knees.\\nThe Paschal moon above\\nSeems like a saint to rove,\\nLeft shining in the world with Christ alone\\nBelow, the lake s still face\\nSleeps sweetly in the embrace\\nOf mountains terrass d high with mossy stone.\\nHere may we sit and dream\\nOver the heavenly theme,\\nTill to our soul the former days return\\nTill on the grassy bed,t\\nWhere thousands once He fed,\\nThe world s incarnate Maker we discern.\\nO cross no more the main,\\nWandering so wild and vain,\\nTo count the reeds that tremble in the wind,\\nOn listless dalliance bound,\\nLike children gazing round,\\nWho on God s works no seal of Godhead find\\nRhododendrons with which the western bank of the lake is said to\\nbe clothed down to the water s edge,\\nf Now there was much grass in this place. St. John vi. 10.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday in Advent, 35\\nBask not in courtly bower,\\nOr sun-bright hall of power,\\nPass Babel quick, and seek the holy land\\nFrom robes of Tyrian die\\nTurn with undazzled eye\\nTo Bethlehem s glade, or Carmel s haunted strand.\\nOr choose thee out a cell\\nIn Kedron s storied dell,\\nBeside the springs of Love, that never die,\\nAmong the olives kneel\\nThe chill night-blast to feel,\\nAnd watch the Moon that saw thy Master s agony.*\\nThen rise at dawn of day,\\nAnd wind thy thoughtful way,\\nWhere rested once the Temple s stately shade,\\nWith due feet tracing round\\nThe city s northern bound,\\nTo th other holy garden, where the Lord was laid.f\\nWho thus alternate see\\nHis death and victory,\\nRising and falling as on angel wings,\\nThe passover, when our Saviour suffered, was always at the fulS\\nmoon.\\nt My heart untravelled still returns to thee.\\nOolismiWs Traveller.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 Third Sunday in Advent.\\nThey, while they seem to roam,\\nDraw daily nearer home,\\nTheir heart untravell d still adores the King of kings.*\\nOr, if at home they stay,\\nYet are they, day by day,\\nIn spirit journeying through the glorious land,\\nNot for light Fancy s reed,\\nNor Honour s purple meed,\\nNor gifted Prophet s lore, nor Science wondrous wand.\\nBut more than Prophet, more\\nThan Angels can adore\\nWith face unveil d, is He they go to seek\\nBlessed be God, whose grace\\nShows him in every place\\nTo homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek.\\nIt is worthy of notice that gardens have been the scenes of the three\\nmost stupendous events that have occurred on earth the temptation and\\nfall of man, the agony of the Son of God, and his resurrection from the\\ngrave.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "jFourtfi Sttutrag in gft ent*\\nDIMNESS.\\nThe eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that hear\\nshall hearken. Isaiah xxxii. 3. [First lesson in the evening service.]\\n[O Lord, raise up, we pray thee, thy power, and come among\\nus, and with great might succour us; that whereas, through our\\nsins and wickedness, we are sore let and hindered in running\\nthe race that is set before us, thy bountiful grace and mercy\\nmay speedily help and deliver us, through the satisfaction of thy\\nSon, our Lord to whom, with Thee and the Holy Ghost, be hon-\\nour and glory, world without end. Amen.]\\nOF the bright things in earth and air\\nHow little can the heart embrace\\nSoft shades and gleaming lights are there\\nI know it well, but cannot trace.\\nThe lines which follow are from the pen of the beloved friend to whom\\nthis volume is inscribed. Its pages will afford other evidence of the justice\\nwith which his name has been associated with the honoured name of Keble,\\nas a kindred spirit. Were he aware of the designed association, his gentle\\nand retiring nature would, I know, forbid it. But one who, for nine years,\\nwas with him almost daily, and shared his secret thoughts, must claim to", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 Fourth Sunday in Advent.\\nMine eye unworthy seems to read\\nOne page of Nature s beauteous book\\nknow him better than he knows himself and he does not fearthat Keble will\\nnot welcome the companionship.\\nRejoice in the Lord alway; and again, I say, Rejoice. The Lord is at\\nhand. Epistle for the last Sunday in Advent.\\nNow gird your patient loins again,\\nYour wasting torches trim\\nThe chief of all the sons of men,\\nWho will not welcome him?\\nRejoice, the hour is near At length\\nThe Journeyer on his way\\nComes in the greatness of his strength,\\nTo keep his holy day.\\nWith cheerful hymns and garlands sweet\\nAlong his wintry road,\\nConduct him to his green retreat,\\nHis sheltered safe abode\\nFill all his court with sacred songs,\\nAnd from the temple wall\\nWave verdure o er the joyful throngs\\nThat crowd his festival.\\nAnd still more greenly in the mind\\nStore up the hopes sublime\\nWhich then were born for all mankind,\\nSo blessed was the time\\nAnd underneath these hallowed eaves,\\nA Saviour will be born\\nIn every heart that him receives\\nOn his triumphal morn.\\nRev. William Croswell,,]", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday in Advent. 39\\nIt lies before me, fair outspread\\nI only cast a wishful look.\\nI cannot paint to Memory s eye\\nThe scene, the glance, I dearest love\\nUnchang d themselves, in me they die,\\nOr faint, or false, their shadows prove.\\nIn vain, with dull and tuneless ear,\\nI linger by soft Music s cell,\\nAnd in my heart of hearts would hear\\nWhat to her own she deigns to tell.\\nTis misty all, both sight and sound\\nI only know tis fair and sweet\\nTis wandering on enchanted ground\\nWith dizzy brow and tottering feet.\\nBut patience there may come a time\\nWhen these dull ears shall scan aright\\nStrains, that outring Earth s drowsy chime,\\nAs Heaven outshines the taper s light.\\nThese eyes, that dazzled now and weak\\nAt glancing motes in sunshine wink,\\nShall see the King s* full glory break,\\nNor from the blissful vision shrink\\nThine eyes shall see the King in his beauty they shall behold the land\\nthat is very far off. Isaiah xxxiii. 17.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 Fourth Sunday in Advent,\\nIn fearless love and hope uncloy d\\nFor ever on that ocean bright\\nEmpower d to gaze and undestroy d,\\nDeeper and deeper plunge in light.\\nThough scarcely now their laggard glance\\nReach to an arrow s flight, that day\\nThey shall behold, and not in trance,\\nThe region very far away.\\nIf Memory sometimes at our spell\\nRefuse to speak, or speak amiss,\\nWe shall not need her where we dwell\\nEver in sight of all our bliss.\\nMeanwhile, if over sea or sky\\nSome tender lights unnotic d fleet,\\nOr on lov d features dawn and die,\\nUnread, to us, their lesson sweet;\\nYet are there saddening sights around,\\nWhich Heaven, in mercy, spares us too,\\nAnd we see far in holy ground,\\nIf duly purg d our mental view.\\nThe distant landscape draws not nigh\\nFor all our gazing; but the soul,\\nThat upward looks, may still descry\\nNearer, each day, the brightening goal.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday in Advent. 41\\nAnd thou, too curious ear, that fain\\nWouldst thread the maze of Harmony,\\nContent thee with one simple strain,\\nThe lowlier, sure, the worthier thee\\nTill thou art duly trained, and taught\\nThe concord sweet of Love divine\\nThen, with that inward Music fraught,\\nFor ever rise, and sing, and shine.\\n[December 25.]\\nAnd suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host,\\npraising God. St. Luke ii. 13. [Second Morning Lesson.]\\n[Almighty God, who hast given us thy only begotten Son to\\ntake our nature upon him, and as at this time to be born of a\\npure virgin; grant that we, being regenerate and made thy\\nchildren by adoption and grace, may daily be renewed by thy\\nHoly Spirit, through the same our Lord Jesus Christ, who\\nliveth and reigneth with thee and the same Spirit, ever one God,\\nworld without end. Amen.]\\nWHAT sudden blaze of song\\nSpreads o er th expanse of Heav n?\\nThe name given to this festival in the Prayer Book, sufficiently de-\\nC", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 Christmas Bay,\\nIn waves of light it thrills along,\\nTh angelic signal given\\nGlory to God! from yonder central fire\\nFlows out the echoing lay beyond the starry quire\\nLike circles widening round\\nUpon a clear blue river,\\nOrb after orb, the wondrous sound\\nIs echoed on for ever\\nGlory to God on high, on earth be peace,\\nAnd love towards men of love* salvation and release.\\nYet stay, before thou dare\\nTo join that festal throng;\\nListen and mark what gentle air\\nFirst stirr d the tide of song;\\nTis not, the Saviour born in David s home,\\nTo whom for power and health obedient worlds\\nshould come\\nTis not the Christ the Lord:\\nWith fix d adoring look\\nThe choir of Angels caught the word,\\nNor yet their silence broke\\nBut when they heard the sign, where Christ should be,\\nIn sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony.\\nscribes its objects, The nativity of our Lord, or the birth-day of Christ,\\ncommonly called Christmas Day.\\nI have ventured to adopt the reading of the Vulgate, as being generally\\nknown through Pergolesi s beautiful composition, Gloria in excelsis Deo,\\net in terra pax Jiominibus bonce voluntatis.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Christmas Day. 43\\nWrapp d in his swaddling bands,\\nAnd in his manger laid,\\nThe hope and glory of all lands\\nIs come to the world s aid\\nNo peaceful home upon his cradle smil d,\\nGuests rudely went and came, where slept the royal child.\\nBut where thou dwellest, Lord,\\nNo other thought should be,\\nOnce duly welcom d and ador d,\\nHow should I part with Thee\\nBethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace\\nThe single heart to be thy sure abiding-place.\\nThee, on the bosom laid\\nOf a pure virgin mind,\\nIn quiet ever, and in shade,\\nShepherd and sage may find\\nThey, who have bow d untaught to Nature s sway,\\nAnd they, who follow Truth along her star-parfd way.\\nThe pastoral spirits first*\\nApproach Thee, Babe divine,\\nA beautiful allusion to the incidents described in that sweet pastoral\\nhymn,\\nWhile shepherds watched their flocks by night,\\nAll seated on the ground, c.\\nThere is much better poetry in the world than this but it may be well\\ndoubted Whether there are two other lines that will thrill as many hearts, or\\nbrighten as many eyes.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 Christmas Day.\\nFor they in lowly thoughts are nurs d,\\nMeet for thy lowly shrine\\nSooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell,\\nAngels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to thy cell.\\nStill, as the day comes round\\nFor Thee to be reveal d,\\nBy wakeful shepherds Thou art found,\\nAbiding in the field.\\nAll through the wintry heaven and chill night air,*\\nIn music and in light thou dawnest on their prayer.\\nThe determination of this holy festival to the day on which the Chris-\\ntian world agrees to celebrate it, must be allowed to be an arbitrary decision.\\nBut its occurrence in the winter, certainly gives rise to peculiar and delight-\\nful associations and usages. The poets have not failed to improve this cir-\\ncumstance. So in that glorious hymn of Milton, on the morning of Christ s\\nnativity,\\nIt was the winter wild,\\nWhile the heaven-born child\\nAll meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies,\\nNature in awe to him\\nHas doffed her gaudy trim,\\nWith her great Master so to sympathize\\nIt was no season then for her\\nTo wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour.\\nThe same circumstance is beautifully spiritualized in the following lines\\non Christmas Eve, having reference to the becoming practice of dressing\\nthe churches at that season with evergreens, the fir tree, and the pine,\\nand the box tree together. The author of them has more unwritten\\npoetry in him than any man I know.\\nThe thickly woven boughs they wreathe\\nThrough every hallowed fane", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Christmas Day. 45\\nO faint not ye for fear\\nWhat though your wandering sheep,\\nReckless of what they see and hear,\\nLie lost in wilful sleep\\nHigh Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy\\nStill greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy.\\nThink on th eternal home,\\nThe Saviour left for you\\nThink on the Lord most holy, come\\nTo dwell with hearts untrue\\nSo shall ye tread untir d his pastoral ways,\\nAnd in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.\\nA soft reviving odour breathe\\nOf summer s gentle reign\\nAnd rich the ray of mild green light\\nWhich, like an emerald s glow,\\nComes struggling through the latticed height\\nUpon the crowds below.\\nO let the streams of solemn thought\\nWhich in those temples rise\\nFrom deeper sources spring than aught\\nDependent on the skies\\nThen, though the summer s pride departs\\nAnd winter s withering chill\\nRests on the cheerless woods, our hearts\\nShall be unchanging still.\\nRev. William Crosvocll.\\nc2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Si; Steven s Bag*\\n[December 26.]\\nHe, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly into heaven, and\\nsaw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God. Acts\\nvii. 55. [Scripture appointed as the epistle for the day.]\\n[Grant, O Lord, that in all our sufferings here upon earth, for\\nthe testimony of thy truth, we may steadfastly look up to heaven,\\nand by faith behold the glory that shall be revealed and being\\nfilled with the Holy Ghost, may learn to love and bless our per-\\nsecutors, by the example of thy first martyr Saint Stephen, who\\nprayed for his murderers to thee, O blessed Jesus, who standest\\nat the right hand of God, to succour all those who suffer for thee,\\nour only Mediator and Advocate. Amen.}\\nAS rays around the source of light\\nStream upward ere he glow in sight,\\nAnd watching by his future flight\\nSet the clear heavens on fire\\nStephen, a man full of faith and of the Holy Ghost, was one of the\\nseven deacons first ordained, and had the distinguished honour of being the\\nfirst martyr to the Christian faith. He was stoned to death.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "St. Stephen s Day. 47\\nSo on the King of Martyrs wait\\nThree chosen bands, in royal state,*\\nAnd all earth owns, of good and great,\\nIs gather d in that choir.\\nOne presses on, and welcomes death\\nOne calmly yields his willing breath,\\nNor slow, nor hurrying, but in faith\\nContent to die or live\\nAnd some, the darlings of their Lord,\\nPlay smiling with the flame and sword,\\nAnd, ere they speak, to his sure word\\nUnconscious witness give.\\nForemost and nearest to his throne,\\nBy perfect robes of triumph known,\\nAnd likest him in look and tone,\\nThe holy Stephen kneels,\\nWith steadfast gaze, as when the sky\\nFlew open to his fainting eye,\\nWhich, like a fading lamp, flash d high,\\nSeeing what death conceals.\\nWheatley on the Common Prayer, c. v. sect. iv. 2. As there are three\\nkinds of martyrdom, the first both in will and deed, which is the highest\\nthe second in will but not in deed the third in deed but not in will so the\\nChurch commemorates these martyrs in the same order: St. Stephen first,\\nwho suffered death both in will and deed St. John the Evangelist next, who\\nsuffered martyrdom in will but not in deed j the Holy Innocents last, who\\nsuffered in deed but not in will.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 St. Stephen s Day.\\nWell might you guess what vision bright\\nWas present to his raptur d sight,\\nEven as reflected streams of light\\nTheir solar source betray\\nThe glory which our God surrounds,*\\nThe Son of Man, th atoning wounds\\nHe sees them all and earth s dull bounds\\nAre melting fast away.\\nHe sees them all no other view\\nCould stamp the Saviour s likeness true,\\nOr with his love so deep embrue\\nMan s sullen heart and gross\\nJesu, do Thou my soul receive :t\\nJesu, do Thou my foes forgive\\nHe who would learn that prayer, must live\\nUnder the holy Cross.\\nHe, though he seem on earth to move,\\nMust glide in air like gentle dove,\\nFrom yon unclouded depths above\\nMust draw his purer breath\\nBut he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly to\\nheaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of\\nGod.\\nAnd they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, Lord\\nJesus, receive my spirit. And he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice,\\nLord, lay not this sin to their charge. And when he had said this he fell\\nasleep.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "St. Stephen s Day. 49\\nTill men behold his angel face*\\nAll radiant with celestial grace, t\\nMartyr all o er, and meet to trace\\nThe lines of Jesus death.\\nWith awful dread his murderers shook\\nAs, radiant and serene,\\nThe lustre of his dying look\\nWas like an angel s seen j\\nOr Moses face of paly light,\\nWhen down the mount he trod,\\nAll glowing from the glorious sight\\nAnd presence of his God.\\nTo us, with all his constancy,\\nBe his rapt vision given,\\nTo look above by faith, and see\\nRevealments bright of heaven,\\nAnd power to speak our triumphs out\\nAs our last hour draws near,\\nWhile neither clouds of fear nor doubt\\nBefore our view appear.\\nRev. William Croswell. 1\\n4 J\\nf And all that were in the council, looking steadfastly on him, saw his face\\nas it had been the face of an angel. Acts vi. 15.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "[December 27.]\\nPeter, seeing him, saith to Jesus, Lord, and what shall this man do Jesus\\nsaith unto him, If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee follow\\nthou me. St. John xii. 21, 22. Gospel for the day.]\\n[Merciful Lord, we beseech thee to cast thy bright beams of\\nlight upon thy Church, that it being instructed by the doctrine\\nof thy blessed Apostle and Evangelist Saint John, may so walk\\nin the light of thy truth, that it may at length attain to everlast-\\ning life, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.\\nLORD, and what shall this man do?\\nAsk st thou, Christian, for thy friend?\\nIf his love for Christ be true,\\nChrist hath told thee of his end\\nThis is the festival of John, the Evangelist and Apostle, the son of\\nZebedee, and brother of James the Greater. He was especially distinguished\\nduring the lifetime of Jesus, as the beloved disciple. Besides the gospel\\nwhich bears his name, he wrote three epistles and the apocalypse. He\\nlived to be nearly an hundred years old and, alone, of all the apostles, died\\na natural death. When he was too infirm through age to make a longer dis-\\ncourse, his constant exhortation to the Christians at Ephesus, where he lived,\\nwas, Little children, love one another", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "St. John s Day. 51\\nThis is he whom God approves,\\nThis is he whom Jesus loves.\\nAsk not of him more than this,\\nLeave it nrhis Saviour s breast,\\nWhether, early call d to bliss,\\nHe in youth shall find his rest,\\nOr armed in his station Avait\\nTill his Lord be at the gate\\nWhether in his lonely course\\n(Lonely, not forlorn) he stay,\\nOr with Love s supporting force\\nCheat the toil and cheer the way\\nLeave it all in His high hand,\\nWho doth hearts as streams command.*\\nGales from heaven, if so He will,\\nSweeter melodies can wake\\nOn the lonely mountain rill\\nThan the meeting waters make.\\nWho hath the Father and the Son,\\nMay be left, but not alone.\\nSick or healthful, slave or free,\\nWealthy, or despis d and poor\\nWhat is that to him or thee,\\nSo his love to Christ endure\\nThe king s heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water he\\nturneth it whithersoever he will. Prorxr Isxxi*", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 St. John s Day.\\nWhen the shore is won at last,\\nWho will count the billows past 1\\nOnly, since our souls will shrink\\nAt the touch of natural grief,\\nWhen our earthly lov d ones sink,\\nLend us, Lord, thy sure relief;\\nPatient hearts, their pain to see,\\nAnd thy grace, to follow Thee.\\nWxt f^olg Xtttiocent***\\n[December 28.]\\nThese were redeemed from among men, being the first fruits unto God and\\nto the Lamb. Revelations xiv. 4. [Scripture appointed for the Epistle.]\\n[O Almighty God, who out of the mouths of babes and suck-\\nlings hast ordained strength, and madest infants to glorify thee by\\ntheir deaths mortify and kill all vices in us, and so strengthen\\nus by thy grace, that, by the innocency of our lives and con-\\nstancy of our faith even unto death, we may glorify thy holy\\nname, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.~\\\\\\nSAY, ye celestial guards, who wait\\nIn Bethlehem, round the Saviour s palace gate,\\nThe Church on this day commemorates the infants slain in Bethle-", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "The Holy Innocents. 53\\nSay, who are these on golden wings,\\nThat hover o er the new- born King of kings,\\nTheir palms and garlands telling plain\\nThat they are of the glorious martyr train,*\\nNext to yourselves ordain d to praise\\nHis name, and brighten as on Him they gaze\\nBut where their spoils and trophies where\\nThe glorious dint a martyr s shield should bear\\nHow chance no cheek among them wears\\nThe deep-worn trace of penitential tears,\\nBut all is bright and smiling love,\\nAs if, fresh-borne from Eden s happy grove,\\nThey had flown here, their King to see,\\nNor ever had been heirs of dark mortality?\\nAsk, and some angel will reply,\\nThese, like yourselves, were born to sin and die,\\nhem, by the command of Herod, in the vain hope of destroying the Lord s\\nanointed, then, by the warning of an angel, safe in Egypt. As a service\\ncommemorative of children, it is sometimes called Childermas Day.\\nHail, infant sufferers martyred flow rets, hail\\nCut off by ruthless knife,\\nJust at the gate of life,\\nYe fell, as new-born roses fall when scattered by the gale.\\nEarliest of all were ye, that suffered for the word,\\nSweet firstlings of that slaughtered flock, so precious to the Lord\\nAnd round his heavenly altar now, his high uplifted throne,\\nYe guileless sport the crown and palm your martyrdom hath won.\\nImitated from Prudentius.\u00e2\u0080\u0094G. W. D.\\nD", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54 The Holy Innocents.\\nBut ere the poison root was grown,\\nGod set his seal, and mark d them for his own.\\nBaptiz d in blood for Jesus sake,\\nNow underneath the cross their bed they make,\\nNot to be sear d from that sure rest\\nBy frighten d mother s shriek, or warrior s waving\\ncrest.\\nMindful of these, the first-fruits sweet\\nBorne by the suffering Church her Lord to greet;\\nBless d Jesus ever loved to trace\\nThe innocent brightness of an infant 1 s face.\\nHe rais d them in his holy arms,\\nHe bless d them from the world and all its harms\\nHeirs though they were of sin and shame,\\nHe bless d them in his own and in his Father s name.\\nThen, as each fond unconscious child\\nOn th everlasting Parent sweetly smil d\\n(Like infants sporting on the shore,\\nThat tremble not at Ocean s boundless roar),\\nWere they not present to thy thought,\\nAll souls, that in their cradles thou hast bought?\\nBut chiefly these, who died for Thee,\\nThat thou might st live for them a sadder death to see.\\nAnd next to these, thy gracious word\\nWas, as a pledge of benediction, stor d\\n_", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "The Holy Innocents. 55\\nFor Christian mothers, while they moan\\nTheir treasured hopes, just born, baptized, and gone.\\nOh joy for Rachel s broken heart!\\nShe and her babes shall meet no more to part\\nSo dear to Christ her pious haste\\nTo trust them in his arms, for ever safe embrac d.\\nShe dares not grudge to leave them there,\\nWhere to behold them was her heart s first prayer,\\nShe dares not grieve but she must weep,\\nAs her pale placid martyr sinks to sleep,\\nTeaching so well and silently\\nHow, at the shepherd s call, the lamb should die\\nHow happier far than life the end\\nOf souls that infant-like beneath their burthen bend.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "ixnt Sbtttttrag after Cfmstroas*\\nTHE SUN-DIAL OF AHAZ.\\nSo the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.\\nIsaiah xxxviii. 8. (Compare Josh. x. 13.) [First Evening Lesson, Church\\nof England Prayer Book.]\\n[Almighty God, who hast given us thy only begotten Son to\\ntake our nature upon him, and as at this time to be born of a pure\\nVirgin grant that we, being regenerate and made thy children\\nby adoption and grace, may daily be renewed by thy Holy Spirit,\\nthrough the same our Lord Jesus Christ, who liveth and reigneth\\nwith thee and the same Spirit, ever one God, world without end.\\nAmen.]\\nTIS true, of old th unchanging sun\\nHis daily course refus d to run,\\nThe pale moon hurrying to the west\\nPaus d at a mortal s call,* to aid\\nTh avenging storm of war, that laid\\nSeven guilty realms at oncet on earth s denied breast.\\nJoshua.\\nf The Canaanites, and the Hittites, and the Hivites, and the Perizzitea,\\nand the Girgashites, and the Amorites, and the Jebusites.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Christmas. 57\\nBut can it be, one suppliant tear\\nShould stay the ever-moving sphere\\nA sick man s lowly breathed sigh,\\nWhen from the world he turns away,*\\nAnd hides his weary eyes to pray,\\nShould change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of the\\nsky?\\nWe too, O Lord, would fain command,\\nAs then, thy wonder-working hand,\\nAnd backward force the waves of Time,\\nThat now so swift and silent bear\\nOur restless bark from year to year\\nHelp us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime.\\nBright hopes, that erst the bosom warm d,\\nAnd vows, too pure to be perform d,\\nAnd prayers blown wide by gales of care\\nThese, and such faint half waking dreams,\\nLike stormy lights on mountain streams,\\nWavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare.\\nHow shall we scape th o erwhelming Past\\nCan spirits broken, joys o ercast,\\nAnd eyes that never more may smile\\nCan these th avenging bolt delay,\\nOr win us back one little day\\nThe bitterness of death to soften and beguile\\nAnd Hezekiah turned his face towards the wall, and prayed unto the\\nLord. Isaiah xxxviii. 2.\\nd2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58 First Sunday after Christmas.\\nFather and Lover of our souls\\nThough darkly round thine anger rolls,\\nThy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom\\nThou seek st to warn us, not confound,\\nThy showers would pierce the harden d ground,\\nAnd win it to give out its brightness and perfume.\\nThou smil st on us in wrath, and we,\\nEven in remorse, would smile on Thee\\nThe tears that bathe our offer d hearts,\\nWe would not have them stain d and dim,\\nBut dropp d from wings of seraphim,\\nAll glowing with the light accepted Love imparts.\\nTime s waters will not ebb nor stay,\\nPower cannot change them, but Love may\\nWhat cannot be, Love counts it done.\\nDeep in the heart, her searching view\\nCan read where Faith is fix d and true,\\nThrough shades of setting life can see Heaven s work\\nbegun.\\nO Thou, who keep st the Key of Love,\\nOpen thy fount, eternal Dove,\\nAnd overflow this heart of mine,\\nEnlarging as it fills with Thee,\\nTill in one blaze of charity\\nCare and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine\\n_", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Christmas. 59\\nTill, as each moment wafts us higher,\\nBy every gush of pure desire,\\nAnd high-breath d hope of joys above,\\nBy every sacred sigh we heave,\\nWhole years of folly we outlive,\\nIn His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love.\\nfie (Efrcttmcfsfott of (Eftrfet*\\n[January 1.]\\nIn whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without\\nhands. CoZossiansii.il. [Second Evening Lesson.]\\n[Almighty God, who madest thy blessed Son to be circumcised,\\nand obedient to the law for man grant us the true circumcision\\nof the Spirit, that, our hearts and all our members being mortified\\nfrom all worldly and carnal lusts, we may in all things obey thy\\nblessed will, through the same thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord.\\nAmen.]\\nTHE year begins with Thee,\\nAnd thou beginn st with woe,\\nTo let the world of sinners see\\nThat blood for sin must flow.\\nJesus Christ, taking our nature upon him and becoming obedient to the\\nlaw for our sakes, was circumcised on the eighth day, that he might fulfil\\nall righteousness.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "60 Circumcision of Christ,\\nThine infant cries, O Lord,\\nThy tears upon the breast,\\nAre not enough the legal sword\\nMust do its stern behest.\\nLike sacrificial wine\\nPoured on a victim s head,\\nAre those few precious drops of thine,\\nNow first to offering led.\\nThey are the pledge and seal\\nOf Christ s unswerving faith\\nGiven to his Sire, our souls to heal,\\nAlthough it cost his death.\\nThey to his Church of old,\\nTo each true Jewish heart,\\nIn Gospel graces manifold\\nCommunion blest impart.\\nNow of thy love we deem\\nAs of an ocean vast,\\nMounting in tides against the stream\\nOf ages gone and past.\\nBoth theirs and ours Thou art,\\nAs we and they are thine\\nKings, Prophets, Patriarchs all have part\\nAlong the sacred line.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Circumcision of Christ. 61\\nBy blood and water too*\\nGod s mark is set on Thee,\\nThat in Thee every faithful view-\\nBoth covenants might see.\\nbond of union, dear\\nAnd strong as is Thy grace\\nSaints, parted by a thousand year,\\nMay thus in heart embrace.\\nIs there a mourner true,\\nWho, fallen on faithless days,\\nSighs for the heart-consoling view\\nOf those Heaven deign d to praise?\\nIn spirit may st thou meet\\nWith faithful Abraham here,\\nWhom soon in Eden thou shalt greet\\nA nursing Father dear.\\nWould st thou a Poet be\\nAnd would thy dull heart fain\\nBorrow of Israel s minstrelsy\\nOne high enraptur d strain?\\nOome here thy soul to tune,\\nHere set thy feeble chant,\\nHere, if at all beneath the moon,\\nIs holy David s haunt.\\nJesus was baptised as well as circumcised.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 Circumcision of Christ.\\nArt thou a child of tears,\\nCradled in care and wo\\nAnd seems it hard, thy vernal years\\nFew vernal joys can show?\\nAnd fall the sounds of mirth\\nSad on thy lonely heart,\\nFrom all the hopes and charms of earth\\nUntimely call d to part\\nLook here, and hold thy peace\\nThe Giver of all good\\nEven from the womb takes no release\\nFrom suffering, tears and blood.\\nIf thou would st reap in love,\\nFirst sow in holy fear\\nSo life a winter s morn may prove\\nTo a bright endless year.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "SetontK J iwtras atttv (ghviztmun.\\nTHE PILGRIM S SONG.\\nWhen the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue\\nfaileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not for-\\nsake them. Isaiah xli. 17. [First Morning Lesson.]\\n[Almighty God, who madest thy blessed Son to be circum-\\ncised, and obedient to the law for man grant us the true circum-\\ncision of the Spirit, that, our hearts and all our members being\\nmortified from all worldly and carnal lusts, we may in all things\\nobey thy blessed will, through the same thy Son Jesus Christ our\\nLord. Amen.]\\nAND wilt Thou hear the fever d heart\\nTo Thee in silence cry\\nAnd as th inconstant wildfires dart\\nOut of the restless eye,\\nWilt Thou forgive the wayward thought.\\nBy kindly woes yet half untaught\\nA Saviour s right, so dearly bought,\\nThat Hope should never die", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 Second Sunday after Christmas,\\nThou wilt: for many a languid prayer\\nHas reach d Thee from the wild,\\nSince the lorn mother, wandering there,\\nCast down her fainting child,*\\nThen stole apart to weep and die,\\nNor knew an angel form was nigh\\nTo show soft waters gushing by\\nAnd dewy shadows mild.\\nThou wilt for Thou art Israel s God,\\nAnd thine unwearied arm\\nIs ready yet with Moses rod,\\nThe hidden rill to charm\\nOut of the dry unfathom d deep\\nOf sands, that lie in lifeless sleep,\\nSave when the scorching whirlwinds heap\\nTheir waves in rude alarm.\\nThese moments of wild wrath are thine\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThine too the drearier hour\\nWhen o er th horizon s silent line\\nFond hopeless fancies cower,\\nAnd on the traveller s listless way\\nRises and sets th unchanging day,\\nNo cloud in heaven to slake its ray,\\nOn earth no sheltering bower.\\nHagar. See Gen. xxi. 15.\\nI", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Christmas. 65\\nThou wilt be there, and not forsake,\\nTo turn the bitter pool\\nInto a bright and breezy lake,\\nThe throbbing brow to cool\\nTill left awhile with Thee alone\\nThe wilful heart be fain to own\\nThat He, by whom our bright hours shone,\\nOur darkness best may rule.\\nThe scent of water far away*\\nUpon the breeze is flung\\nThe desert pelican to-day\\nSecurely leaves her young,\\nReproving thankless man, who fears\\nTo journey on a few lone years,\\nWhere on the sand thy step appears,\\nThy crown in sight is hung.\\nThou, who didst sit on Jacob s well\\nThe weary hour of noon,t\\nThe extraordinary scent of the camel enables hira to discover water\\nat a great distance and thus, in the wildest regions of the desert, the cara-\\nvan is often preserved from destruction by this instinct. Having wan-\\ndered about for a long time, says Burckhardt, speaking of a traveller in\\nsearch of water, he alighted under the shade of a tree, and tied the camel\\nto one of its branches j the beast, however, smelt the water (as the Arabs\\nexpress it), and wearied as it was, broke its halter, and set off gallopping fu-\\nriously in the direction of the spring, which, as it afterwards appeared, was\\nat half an hour s distance. Library of Entertaining Knowledge, vol. i.\\nSt. John iv. 6.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 Second Sunday after Christmas.\\nThe languid pulses Thou canst tell,\\nThe nerveless spirit tune.\\nThou from whose cross in anguish burst\\nThe cry that own d thy dying thirst,*\\nTo Thee we turn, our last and first,\\nOur Sun and soothing Moon.\\nFrom darkness, here, and dreariness\\nWe ask not full repose,\\nOnly be Thou at hand, to bless\\nOur trial hour of woes.\\nIs not the pilgrim s toil o erpaid\\nBy the clear rill and palmy shade\\nAnd see we not, up Earth s dark glade,\\nThe gate of Heaven unclose\\nSt. John xix. 28.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "2Fhe TB^lpMn^J\\n[January 6.]\\nAnd, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it\\ncame and stood over where the young child was. When they saw the star,\\nthey rejoiced with exceeding great joy. St. Matt. ii. 9, 10. [Gospel for the\\nday.]\\n[O God, who by the leading of a Star didst manifest thy only\\nbegotten Son to the Gentiles mercifully grant that we, who\\nknow thee now by faith, may after this life have the fruition of\\nthy glorious Godhead, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Jlmen.]\\nSTAR of the East, how sweet art Thou,\\nSeen in Life s early morning sky,\\nEre yet a cloud has dimm d the brow,\\nWhile yet we gaze with childish eye\\nWhen father, mother, nursing friend,\\nMost dearly lov d, and loving best,\\nThe festival of the Epiphany, as its name imports, commemorates the\\nmanifestation of Christ to the Gentiles, as represented by the wise men, who\\nin the eastern land in which they dwelt, having seen his star, had come to\\nworship him.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68 Epiphany.\\nFirst bid us from their arms ascend,\\nPointing to Thee in thy sure rest.\\nToo soon the glare of earthly day\\nBuries, to us, thy brightness keen,\\nAnd we are left to find our way\\nBy faith and hope in Thee unseen.\\nWhat matter if the waymarks sure\\nOn every side are round us set,\\nSoon overleap d, but not obscure\\nTis ours to mark them or forget.\\nWhat matter? if in calm old age\\nOur childhood s star again arise,\\nCrowning our lonely pilgrimage\\nWith all that cheers a wanderer s eyes\\nNe er may we lose it from our sight\\nTill all our hopes and thoughts are led\\nTo where it stays its lucid flight\\nOver our Saviour s lowly bed.\\nThere, swath d in humblest poverty\\nOn Chastity s meek lap enshrin d,\\nWith breathless Reverence waiting by,\\nWhen we our sovereign Master find,\\nWill not the long-forgotten glow\\nOf mingled joy and awe return,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Epiphany. 69\\nWhen stars above or flowers below\\nFirst made our infant spirits burn\\nLook on us, Lord, and take our parts\\nEven on thy throne of purity\\nFrom these our proud yet grovelling hearts\\nHide not thy mild forgiving eye.\\nDid not the Gentile Church find grace,\\nOur mother dear, this favour d day\\nWith gold and myrrh she sought thy face,*\\nNor didst Thou turn thy face away.\\nShe too,t in earlier purer days,\\nHad watch d Thee gleaming faint and far\\nWe come not with a costly store,\\nO Lord, like them of old,\\nThe masters of the starry lore,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFrom Ophir s shore of gold\\nNo weepings of the incense tree\\nAre with the gifts we bring,\\nNor odorous myrrh of Araby\\nBlends with our offering.\\nBut still our love would bring its best,\\nA spirit keenly tried\\nBy fierce affliction s fiery test,\\nAnd seven times purified\\nThe fragrant graces of the mind,\\nThe virtues that delight\\nTo give their perfume out, will find\\nAcceptance in thy sight.\\nRev. William Croaicell.\\nt The Patriarchal Church.\\nE 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 Epiphany.\\nBut wandering in self-chosen ways\\nShe lost Thee quite, thou lovely star.\\nYet had her Father s finger turn d\\nTo Thee her first inquiring glance\\nThe deeper shame within her burn d,\\nWhen waken d from her wilful trance.\\nBehold, her wisest throng thy gate,\\nTheir richest, sweetest, purest store,\\n(Yet own d too worthless and too late)\\nThey lavish on Thy cottage-floor.\\nThey give their best O tenfold shame\\nOn us their fallen progeny,\\nWho sacrifice the blind and lame*\\nWho will not wake or fast with Thee\\nMalachi i. 8.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "iPtrst Stwtrag after lEpiptonv.\\nTHE NIGHTINGALE.\\nThey shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water-\\ncourses. Isaiah xliv. 4. \\\\First Morning Lesson.]\\n[O Lord, we beseech thee mercifully to receive the prayers of\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009ehy people who call upon thee and grant that they may both\\nperceive and know what things they ought to do, and also may\\nhave grace and power faithfully to fulfil the same, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.]\\nLESSONS sweet of spring returning,*\\nWelcome to the thoughtful heart\\nMay I call ye sense or learning,\\nInstinct pure, or heav r*-taught art\\nWhen we write of the dawn of the year, of the new races of birds\\nand of blossoms that are all around us springing into life, our utmost efforts\\ncan give but one enjoyment to the reader. But he who goes out to observe,\\nhas pleasure in every way that it can come, and health along with it. The\\nbeauty of the flowers and their fragrance, the elegant forms and varied tints\\nof the birds, their bustling activity and sprightly conduct, and the music of\\ntheir songs the sportive gambols of the young animals, and the tender soli-\\ncitude that is shown for them by the old, all that is, and all that occurs in the\\nearth, the waters and the air, is a constant creation,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a daily, nay, an hourly", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72 First Sunday after Epiphany.\\nBe your title what it may,\\nSweet and lengthening April day,\\nWhile with you the soul is free,\\nRanging wild o er hill and lea.\\nSoft as Memnon s harp at morning,\\nTo the inward ear devout,\\nTouch d by light, with heavenly warning\\nYour transporting chords ring out.\\nEvery leaf in every nook,\\nEvery wave in every brook,\\nChanting with a solemn voice,\\nMinds us of our better choice.\\nNeeds no show of mountain hoary,\\nWinding shore or deepening glen,\\nWhere the landscape in its glory\\nTeaches truth to wandering men\\nGive true hearts but earth and sky,\\nAnd some flowers to bloom and die,\u00e2\u0080\u0094-*\\nspringing up of new worlds and he who lives one spring in the open air,\\nmay watch the whole progress of a hundred generations. Nature is then\\n4 voice all over, and whether she speaks to one of the senses, or to them\\nall, she always speaks instruction.\\nMudie s British Naturalist. J\\nCome quietly away with me, and we will walk up and down the\\nnarrow path, by the sweet-briar hedge and we will listen to the low song of\\nthe blackbird, and the fresh air will cool our aching brows, and we shall find\\ncomfort. To these things, fresh air, and the bird s song, and the fragrance\\nof the lowly flowers, God has given a blessing like sleep, they are his medi-\\ncines,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 balm of sweet minds We will walk to and fro under the shade of", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Epiphany, 73\\nHomely scenes and simple views\\nLowly thoughts may best infuse.\\nSee the soft green willow springing\\nWhere the waters gently pass,\\nEvery way her free arms flinging\\nO er the moss and reedy grass.\\nLong ere winter blasts are fled,\\nSee her tipp d with vernal red,\\nAnd her kindly flower display d\\nEre her leaf can cast a shade.\\nThough the rudest hand assail her,\\nPatiently she droops awhile,\\nBut when showers and breezes hail her,\\nWears again her willing smile.\\nThus I learn Contentment s power\\nFrom the slighted willow bower,\\nReady to give thanks and live\\nOn the least that Heaven may give.\\nIf, the quiet brooklet leaving,\\nUp the stony vale I wind,\\nHaply half in fancy grieving\\nFor the shades I leave behind,\\nthese elms, and we will be calm bitter recollections shall be made sweet by\\nthe thought of his mercies and in the midst of the sorrows we have in our\\nhearts, his comforts shall refresh our souls and our minds shall be stored\\nwith many thoughts, sweet, like the perfume of these flowers.\\nScenes in our Parish.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74 First Sunday after Epiphany.\\nBy the dusty wayside drear,\\nNightingales with joyous cheer\\nSing, my sadness to reprove,\\nGladlier than in cultur d grove.\\nWhere the thickest boughs are twining\\nOf the greenest darkest tree,\\nThere they plunge, the light declining-\\nAll may hear, but none may see.\\nFearless of the passing hoof,\\nHardly will they fleet aloof;\\nSo they live in modest ways,\\nTrust entire, and ceaseless praise.\\nSecmrtr Sttitfrag after 7Bpipton\\nTHE SECRET OF PERPETUAL YOUTH.\\nEvery man at the beginning doth set forth good wine, and when men have\\nwell drunk, then that which is worse but thou hast kept the good wine until\\nnow. St. John ii. 10. [Gospel for the day.}\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, who dost govern all things in\\nheaven and earth; mercifully hear the supplications of thy people,\\nand grant us thy peace all the days of our life, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Jimen.\\nTHE heart of childhood is all mirth\\nWe frolic to and fro", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Epiphany. 75\\nAs free and blithe, as if on earth\\nWere no such thing as wo.\\nBut if indeed with reckless faith\\nWe trust the flattering voice,\\nWhich whispers, Take thy fill ere death,\\nM Indulge thee and rejoice\\nToo surely, every setting day,\\nSome lost delight we mourn,\\nThe flowers all die along our way,\\nTill we, too, die forlorn.\\nSuch is the world s gay garish feast,\\nIn her first charming bowl\\nInfusing all that fires the breast,\\nAnd cheats th unstable soul.\\nAnd still, as loud the revel swells,\\nThe fever d pulse beats higher,\\nTill the sear d taste from foulest wells\\nIs fain to slake its fire.\\nUnlike the feast of heavenly love\\nSpread at the Saviour s word\\nFor souls that hear his call, and prove\\nMeet for his bridal board.\\nWhy should we fear, youth s draught of joy,\\nIf pure, would sparkle less", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76 Second Sunday after Epiphany.\\nWhy should the cup the sooner cloy,\\nWhich God hath deign d to bless\\nFor, is it Hope, that thrills so keen\\nAlong each bounding vein,\\nStill whispering glorious things unseen\\nFaith makes the vision plain.\\nThe world would kill her soon but Faith\\nHer daring dreams will cherish,\\nSpeeding her gaze o er time and death\\nTo realms where nought can perish.\\nOr is it Love, the dear delight\\nOf hearts that know no guile,\\nThat all around see all things bright\\nWith their own magic smile\\nThe silent joy, that sinks so deep,\\nOf confidence and rest,\\nLull d in a Father s arms to sleep,\\nClasp d to a Mother s breast\\nWho, but a Christian, through all life\\nThat blessing may prolong\\nWho, through the world s sad day of strife,\\nStill chant his morning song\\nFathers may hate us or forsake,\\nGod s foundlings then are we", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Epiphany. 77\\nMother on child no pity take,*\\nBut we shall still have Thee.\\nWe may look home, and seek in vain\\nA fond fraternal heart,\\nBut Christ hath given his promise plain\\nTo do a brother s part.\\nNor shall dull age, as worldlings say,\\nThe heavenward flame annoy:\\nThe Saviour cannot pass away,\\nAnd with him lives our joy.\\nEver the richest, tenderest glow\\nSets round th autumnal sun\\nBut there sight fails no heart may know\\nThe bliss when life is done.\\nSuch is thy banquet, dearest Lord\\nO give us grace, to cast\\nOur lot with thine, to trust thy word,\\nAnd keep our best till last.\\nCan a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have com-\\npassion on the son of her womb yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget\\nthee. Isaiah xlix. 15.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "Ehitti SttttSag after JBpipMn^\\nTHE GOOD CENTUEION.\\nWhen Jesus heard it, he marvelled, and said to them that followed, Verily\\nI say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no not in Israel. St. Mat-\\nthew viii. 10. [Gospel for the day.\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, mercifully look upon our in-\\nfirmities, and in all our dangers and necessities stretch forth thy\\nright hand to help and defend us, through Jesus Christ our Lord.\\nJlmen.]\\nI MARK D a rainbow in the north,\\nWhat time the wild autumnal sun\\nFrom his dark veil at noon look d forth,\\nAs glorying in his course half done,\\nFlinging soft radiance far and wide\\nOver the dusky heaven and bleak hill-side.\\nIt was a gleam to Memory dear,\\nAnd as I walk and muse apart,\\nWhen all seems faithless round and drear,\\nI would revive it in my heart,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday after Epiphany, 79\\nAnd watch how light can find its way\\nTo regions farthest from the fount of day.\\nLight flashes in the gloomiest sky\\nAnd Music in the dullest plain,\\nFor there the lark is soaring high\\nOver her flat and leafless reign,\\nAnd chanting in so blithe a tone,\\nIt shames the weary heart to feel itself alone.\\nBrighter than rainbow in the north,\\nMore cheery than the matin lark,\\nIs the soft gleam of Christian worth,\\nWhich on some holy house we mark\\nDear to the pastor s aching heart\\nTo think, where er he looks, such gleam may have a\\npart;\\nMay dwell, unseen by all but Heaven,\\nLike diamond blazing in the mine\\nFor ever, where such grace is given,\\nIt fears in open day to shine.*\\nLord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof\\nFrom the first time that the impressions of religion settled deeply in his\\nmind, he used great caution to conceal it not only in obedience to the rule\\ngiven by our Saviour, of fasting, praying, and giving alms in secret, but from\\na particular distrust he had of himself for he said he was afraid he should at\\nsome time or other do some enormous thing, which if he were looked on as a\\nvery religious man, might cast a reproach on the profession of it, and give\\ngreat advantages to impious men to blaspheme the name of God. Burnet s\\nLife of Hale, in Wordsworth s Eccl. Biog. vi. 73.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "80 Third Sunday after Epiphany.\\nLest the deep stain it owns within\\nBreak out, and Faith be sham d by the believer s sin.\\nIn silence and afar they wait,\\nTo find a prayer their Lord may hear\\nVoice of the poor and desolate,\\nYou best may bring it to his ear.\\nYour grateful intercessions rise\\nWith more than royal pomp, and pierce the skies.\\nHappy the soul, whose precious cause\\nYou in the sovereign Presence plead-\\nThis in the lover of thy laws,*\\nThe friend of thine in fear and need\\nFor to the poor thy mercy lends\\nThat solemn style, thy nation and thy friends.\\nHe too is blest, whose outward eye\\nThe graceful lines of art may trace,\\nWhile his free spirit, soaring high,\\nDiscerns the glorious from the base\\nTill out of dust his magic raiset\\nA home for prayer and love, and full harmonious praise,\\nWhere far away and high above,\\nIn maze on maze the tranced sight\\nHe loveth our nation. f He hath built us a synagogue.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "T7iird Sunday after Epiphany. 81\\nStrays,- mindful of that heavenly love\\nWhich knows no end in depth or height,\\nWhile the strong breath of Music seems\\nTo waft us ever on, soaring in blissful dreams.*\\nWhat though in poor and humble guise\\nThou here didst sojourn, cottage-born?\\nYet from thy glory in the skies\\nOur earthly gold Thou dost not scorn.\\nFor Love delights to bring her best,\\nAnd where Love is, that offering evermore is blest.\\nLove on the Saviour s dying head\\nHer spikenard drops unblam d may pour,\\nMay mount his cross, and wrap him, dead,\\nIn spices from the golden shore ;t\\nRisen, may embalm his sacred name\\nWith all a Painter s art, and all a Minstrel s flame.\\nWorthless and lost our offerings seem,\\nDrops in the ocean of his praise\\nBut Mercy with her genial beam\\nIs ripening them to pearly blaze,\\nTo sparkle in His crown above,\\nWho welcomes here a child s as there an angel s love.\\nIn this and the former stanza allusion is made to William of Wyke-\\nham, and Winchester cathedral. The Gothic architecture and cathedral\\nmusic are beautifully hinted at.\\nf St. John xii. 7, six. 30.\\nF 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "s*\\njFmtrtii Stwfcag after 7B$itf\\\\m\\nTHE WORLD IS FOR EXCITEMENT, THE GOSPEL FOR SOOTH-\\nING.\\nWhen they saw him, they besought him to depart out of their coasts. St.\\nMatthew viii. 34. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[O God, who knowestus to be set in the midst of so many and\\ngreat dangers, that by reason of the frailty of our nature we can-\\nnot always stand upright grant to us such strength and protec-\\ntion, as may support us in all dangers, and carry us through all\\ntemptations, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nTHEY know th Almighty s power,\\nWho, waken d by the rushing midnight shower,\\nWatch for the fitful breeze\\nTo howl and chafe amid the bending trees,\\nWatch for the still white gleam\\nTo bathe the landscape in a fiery stream,\\nTouching the tremulous eye with sense of light\\nToo rapid and too pure for all but angel sight.\\nThey know the Almighty s love,\\nWho, when the whirlwinds rock the topmost grove,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. 83\\nStand in the shade, and hear\\nThe tumult with a deep exulting fear,\\nHow in their fiercest sway,\\nCurbed by some power unseen, they die away,\\nLike a bold steed that owns his rider s arm,\\nProud to be checked and sooth? d by that o er-master-\\ning charm.\\nBut there are storms within\\nThat heave the struggling heart with wilder din,\\nAnd there are power and love\\nThe maniac s rushing frenzy to reprove,\\nAnd when he takes his seat,\\nCloth d and in calmness, at his Saviour s feet,*\\nIs not the power as strange, the love as blest,\\nAs when He said, Be still, and ocean sank to rest\\nWoe to the wayward heart,\\nThat gladlier turns to eye the shuddering start\\nOf Passion in her might,\\nThan marks the silent growth of grace and light\\nPleas d in the cheerless tomb\\nTo linger, while the morning rays illume\\nGreen lake, and cedar tuft, and spicy glade,\\nShaking their dewy tresses now the storm is laid.\\nThe storm is laid and now\\nIn his meek power He climbs the mountain s brow,\\nSt. Mark v. 15, iv. 39.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 Fourth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nWho bade the waves go sleep,\\nAnd lash d the vex d fiends to their yawning deep.\\nHow on a rock they stand,\\nWho watch his eye, and hold his guiding hand\\nNot half so fix d, amid her vassal hills,\\nRises the holy pile that Kedron s valley fills.\\nAnd wilt thou seek again\\nThy howling waste, thy charnel-house and chain,\\nAnd with the demons be,\\nRather than clasp thine own Deliverer s knee?\\nSure tis no heav n-bred awe\\nThat bids thee from his healing touch withdraw,\\nThe world and He are struggling in thine heart,\\nAnd in thy reckless mood thou bidd st thy Lord depart.\\nHe, merciful and mild,\\nAs erst, beholding, loves his wayward child\\nWhen souls of highest birth\\nWaste their impassion d might on dreams of earth,\\nHe opens Nature s book,\\nAnd on his glorious Gospel bids them look,\\nTill by such chords, as rule the choirs above,\\nTheir lawless cries are tun d to hymns of perfect love.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "iFfftft Sttnfcag after lE$\\\\phm\u00c2\u00a3.\\nCURE SIN, AND YOU CURE SORROW.\\nBehold, the Lord s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save, neither his\\near heavy, that it cannot hear but your iniquities have separated between\\nyou and your God. Isaiah lix. 1, 2. [First Morning Lesson for the day,\\nChurch cf England Service.]\\n[O Lord, we beseech thee to keep thy Church and Household\\ncontinually in thy true religion, that they who do lean only upon\\nthe hope of thy heavenly grace, may evermore be defended by\\nthy mighty power, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.}\\nWAKE, arm divine awake,\\n44 Eye of the only Wise\\nNow for thy glory s sake,\\nSaviour and God, arise,\\nAnd may thine ear, that sealed seems,\\nIn pity mark our mournful themes 1\\nu\\nThus in her lonely hour\\nThy Church is fain to cry,\\nAs if thy love and power\\nWere vanished from her sky\\na", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 Fifth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nYet God is there, and at his side\\nHe triumphs, who for sinners died.\\nAh tis the world enthrals\\nThe heaven-betrothed breast\\nThe traitor Sense recalls\\nThe soaring soul from rest.\\nThat bitter sigh was all for earth,\\nFor glories gone, and vanish d mirth.\\nAge would to youth return,\\nFarther from heaven would be,\\nTo feel the wild fire burn,\\nOn idolizing knee\\nAgain to fall, and rob thy shrine\\nOf hearts, the right of love divine.\\nLord of this erring flock\\nThou whose soft showers distil\\nOn ocean waste or rock,\\nFree as on Hermon hill\\nDo Thou our craven spirits cheer,\\nAnd shame away the selfish tear.\\nTwas silent all and dead*\\nBeside the barren sea,\\nSee Acts viii. 26\u00e2\u0080\u009440. Arise and go toward the south, unto the way\\nthat goeth down from Jerusalem unto Gaza, which is desert. A fine speci-\\nmen of Keble s intimate acquaintance with the Scriptures, in their most\\nminute details.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Epiphany, 87\\nWhere Philip s steps were led,\\nLed by a voice from thee\\nHe rose and went, nor ask d Thee why,\\nNor stayed to heave one faithless sigh\\nUpon his lonely way\\nThe high-born traveller came,\\nReading a mournful lay\\nOf One who bore our shame,*\\nSilent himself, his name untold,\\nAnd yet his glories were of old.\\nTo muse what Heaven might mean\\nHis wondering brow he rais d,\\nAnd met an eye serene\\nThat on him watchful gaz d.\\nNo Hermit e er so welcome cross d\\nA child s lone path in woodland lost.\\nNow wonder turns to love\\nThe scrolls of sacred lore\\nNo darksome mazes prove\\nThe desert tires no more\\nThey bathe where holy waters flow,f\\nThen on their way rejoicing go.J\\nIsaiah liii. 6\u00e2\u0080\u00948.\\nSee, here is water; what doth hinder me to be baptized\\nX And he went on his way rejoicing.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 Fifth Sunday after Epiphany,\\nThey part to meet in heaven\\nBut of the joy they share,\\nAbsolving and forgiven,\\nThe sweet remembrance bear.\\nYes mark him well, ye cold and proud,\\nBewilder d in a heartless crowd,\\nStarting and turning pale\\nAt Rumour s angry din\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNo storm can now assail\\nThe charm he wears within,\\nRejoicing still, and doing good,\\nAnd with the thought of God imbu d.\\nNo glare of high estate,\\nNo gloom of woe or want,\\nThe radiance can abate\\nWhere Heaven delights to haunt,\\nSin only hides the genial ray,\\nAnd, round the Cross, makes night of day.\\nThen weep it from thy heart\\nSo may st thou duly learn\\nThe intercessor s part,\\nThy prayers and tears may earn\\nFor fallen souls some healing breath,\\nEre they have died th Apostate s death.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Stfrtfi Sutfflag after SjJtpfiauB-\\nTHE BENEFITS OF UNCERTAINTY.\\nBeloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we\\nshall be: but we know, that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him,\\nfor we shall see Him as he is. 1 St. John iii. 2. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[O God, whose blessed Son was manifested that he might de-\\nstroy the works of the devil, and make us the sons of God and\\nheirs of eternal life; grant us, we beseech thee, that having this\\nhope, we may purify ourselves, even as he is pure that when\\nhe shall appear again with power and great glory, we may be\\nmade like unto him in his eternal and glorious kingdom where,\\nwith thee, O Father, and thee, O Holy Ghost, he liveth and\\nreigneth, ever one God, world without end. Jlmen.~\\\\\\nTHERE are, who darkling and alone,\\nWould wish the weary night were gone,\\nThough dawning morn should only show\\nThe secret of their unknown woe\\nWho pray for sharpest throbs of pain\\nTo ease them of doubt s galling chain\\nG", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90 Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nn\\nOnly disperse the cloud, they cry,\\nAnd if our fate be death, give light and let us die.\\nUnwise I deem them, Lord, unmeet\\nTo profit by thy chastenings sweet,\\nFor thou would st have us linger still\\nUpon the verge of good or ill,\\nThat on thy guiding hand unseen\\nOur undivided hearts may lean,\\nAnd this our frail and foundering bark\\nGlide in the narrow wake of thy beloved ark.\\nTis so in war the champion true\\nLoves victory more, when dim in view\\nHe sees her glories gild afar\\nThe dusky edge of stubborn war,\\nThan if th untrodden bloodless field\\nThe harvest of her laurels yield\\nLet not my bark in calm abide,\\nBut win her fearless way against the chafing tide.\\nTis so in love the faithful heart\\nFrom her dim vision would not part,\\nWhen first to her fond gaze is given\\nThat purest spot in Fancy s heaven,\\nFor all the gorgeous sky beside,\\nThough pledg d her own and sure t abide", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.\\n91\\nDearer than every past noon-day\\nThat twilight gleam to her, though faint and far away.\\nSo have I seen some tender flower\\nPriz d above all the vernal bower,\\nShelter d beneath the coolest shade,\\nEmbosom d in the greenest glade,\\nSo frail a gem, it scarce may bear\\nThe playful touch of evening air\\nWhen hardier grown, we love it less,\\nAnd trust it from our sight, not needing our caress.\\nAnd wherefore is the sweet spring tide\\nWorth all the changeful year beside\\nThe last-born babe, why lies its part\\nDeep in the mother s inmost heart?\\nBut that the Lord and source of love\\nWould have his weakest ever prove\\nOur tenderest care and most of all\\nOur frail immortal souls, His work and Satan s thrall.\\nSo be it, Lord I know it best,\\nThough not as yet this wayward breast\\nBeat quite in answer to thy voice,\\nYet surely I have made my choice\\nI know not yet the promis d bliss,\\nKnow not if I shall win or miss\\nSo doubting, rather let me die,\\nThan close with aught beside, to last eternally.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nWhat is the Heaven we idly dream\\nThe self-deceiver s dreary theme,\\nA cloudless sun that softly shines,\\nBright maidens and unfailing vines,\\nThe warrior s pride, the hunter s mirth,\\nPoor fragments all of this low earth\\nSuch as in sleep would hardly soothe\\nA soul that once had tasted of immortal Truth.\\nWhat is the Heaven our God bestows\\nNo Prophet yet, no Angel knows\\nWas never yet created eye\\nCould see across Eternity\\nNot seraph s wing for ever soaring\\nCan pass the flight of souls adoring,\\nThat nearer still and nearer grow\\nTo th unapproached Lord, once made for them so low.\\nUnseen, unfelt their earthly growth,\\nAnd self-accus d of sin and sloth\\nThey live and die their names decay,\\nTheir fragrance passes quite away\\nLike violets in the freezing blast\\nNo vernal steam around they cast,\\nBut they shall flourish from the tomb,\\nThe breath of God shall wake them into od rous bloom.\\nThen on th incarnate Saviour s breast,\\nThe fount of sweetness, they shall rest,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Sixth Sunday after Epiphany, 93\\nTheir spirits every hour imbu d\\nMore deeply with his precious blood.\\nBut peace still voice and closed eye\\nSuit best with hearts beyond the sky,\\nHearts training in their low abode,\\nDaily to lose themselves in hope to find their God.\\nSejrtuasemma Sbttntrag^\\nThe invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly\\nseen, being understood by the things which are made. Romans i. 20.\\nf\\n[O Lord, we beseech thee favourably to hear the prayers of\\nthy people, that we, who are justly punished for our offences,\\nmay be mercifully delivered by thy goodness, for the glory of\\nthy name, through Jesus Christ our Saviour, who liveth and\\nreigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world\\nwithout end. Amen.\\nTHERE is a book, who runs may read,\\nWhich heavenly truth imparts,\\nAnd all the lore its scholars need,\\nPure eyes and Christian hearts.\\nThe three Sundays next preceding Lent are called, respectively, Sep-\\ntuagesima, Sezagesima and Quinquagcsima Sundays, because nearly seventy,\\nsixty, and fifty days before Easter. The services appointed for them are de-\\nsigned as a preparation for the due observance of the Lenten fast.\\ng2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 Septuagesima Sunday,\\nThe works of God above, below,\\nWithin us and around,\\nAre pages in that book, to show\\nHow God himself is found.\\nThe glorious sky embracing all\\nIs like the Maker s love,\\nWherewith encompass d, great and small\\nIn peace and order move.\\nThe Moon above, the Church below,\\nA wondrous race they run,\\nBut all their radiance, all their glow,\\nEach borrows of its Sun.\\nThe Saviour lends the light and heat\\nThat crowns his holy hill\\nThe saints, like stars, around his seat,\\nPerform their courses still.*\\nThe saints above are stars in Heaven\\nWhat are the saints on earth\\nLike trees they stand whom God has given,!\\nOur Eden s happy birth.\\nFaith is their fix d unswerving root,\\nHope their unfading flower,\\nFair deeds of charity their fruit,\\nThe glory of their bower.\\nDaniel xii. 3. f Isaiah lx. 21.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Septuagesima Sunday. 95\\nThe dew of Heaven is like thy grace,*\\nIt steals in silence down\\nBut where it lights, the favour d place\\nBy richest fruits is known.\\nOne Name above all glorious names\\nWith its ten thousand tongues\\nThe everlasting sea proclaims,\\nEchoing angelic songs.\\nThe raging Fire,t the roaring Wind,\\nThy boundless power display\\nBut in the gentler breeze we find\\nThy Spirit s viewless way4\\nTwo worlds are ours tis only Sin\\nForbids us to descry\\nThe mystic heaven and earth within,\\nPlain as the sea and sky.\\nThou, who hast given me eyes to see\\nAnd love this sight so fair,\\nGive me a heart to find out Thee,\\nAnd read Thee every where.\\nPsalm lxviii. 9. f Hebrews xii. 29. St. John iii. 8-", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "Sejrasestma Suutrag.\\nSo he drove out the man, and placed at the east of the garden of Eden\\nCherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way\\nof the tree of life. Gen. iii. 24. Compare Ch. vi. [First Lessons in the Morn-\\ning and Evening Service of the Church of England.\\n[O Lord God, who seest that we put not our trust in any thing\\nthat we do mercifully grant that by thy power we may be de-\\nfended against all adversity, through Jesus Christ our Lord,\\nAmen.]\\nFOE of mankind too bold thy race\\nThou runn st at such a reckless pace,\\nThine own dire work thou surely wilt confound\\nTwas but one little drop of sin\\nWe saw this morning enter in,\\nAnd lo at eventide the world is drown d.*\\nSee here the fruit of wandering eyes,\\nOf worldly longings to be wise,\\nIn the order of lessons for Sexagesima Sunday in the Church of Eng-\\nland, that from the Old Testament for the morning relates the fall, and\\nthat for the evening, the flood.]", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Sexagesima Sunday, 97\\nOf Passion dwelling on forbidden sweets:\\nYe lawless glances, freely rove\\nRuin below and wrath above\\nAre all that now the wildering fancy meets.\\nLord, when in some deep garden glade,\\nOf Thee and of myself afraid,\\nFrom thoughts like these among the bowers I hide,\\nNearest and loudest then of all\\nI seem to hear the Judge s call\\nWhere art thou, fallen man? come forth, and be thou\\ntried.\\nTrembling before Thee as I stand,\\nWhere er I gaze on either hand\\nThe sentence is gone forth, the ground is curs d\\nYet mingled with the penal shower\\nSome drops of balm in every bower\\nSteal down like April dews, that softest fall and first.\\nIf filial and maternal love*\\nMemorial of our guilt must prove,\\nIf sinful babes in sorrow must be born,\\nYet, to assuage her sharpest throes,\\nThe faithful mother surely knows,\\nThis was the way Thou cam st to save the world forlorn. t\\nIn sorrow shalt thou bring forth children.\\nf Notwithstanding she shall be saved in child bearing. 1 Tim. ii. 15.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98 Sexagesima Sunday.\\nIf blessed wedlock may not bless*\\nWithout some tinge of bitterness\\nTo dash her cup of joy, since Eden lost,\\nChaining to earth with strong desire\\nHearts that would highest else aspire,\\nAnd o er the tenderer sex usurping ever most\\nYet by the light of Christian lore\\nTis blind Idolatry no more,\\nBut a sweet help and pattern of true love,\\nShowing how best the soul may cling\\nTo her immortal Spouse and King,\\nHow He should rule, and she with full desire approve.\\nIf niggard Earth her treasures hide,t\\nTo all but labouring hands denied,\\nLavish of thorns and worthless weeds alone,\\nThe doom is half in mercy given\\nTo train us in our way to Heaven,\\nAnd show our lagging souls how glory must be won.\\nIf on the sinner s outward framej\\nGod hath impress d his mark of blame,\\nAnd even our bodies shrink at touch of light,\\nThy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over the^\\nf Cursed is the ground for thy sake.\\nX I was afraid because I was naked.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Sexagesima Sunday. 99\\nYet mercy hath not left us bare\\nThe very weeds we daily wear*\\nAre to Faith s eye a pledge of God s forgiving might.\\ni\\nAnd oh! if yet one arrow more,t\\nThe sharpest of th Almighty s store,\\nTremble upon the string a sinner s death\\nArt Thou not by to soothe and save,\\nTo lay us gently in the grave,\\nTo close the weary eye and hush the parting breath\\nTherefore in sight of man bereft\\nThe happy garden still was left,\\nThe fiery sword that guarded, show d it too,\\nTurning all ways, the world to teach,\\nThat though as yet beyond our reach,\\nStill in its place the tree of life and glory grew.\\nThe Lord God made coats of skins, and he clothed them.\\nThou shalt surely die.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "^ttfuquasestma Stmttag*\\nI do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant be-\\ntween me and the earth. Qen. ix. 13. [First Morning Lesson for the day,\\nChurch of England. J\\n[O Lord, who hast taught us that all our doings without char-\\nity are nothing worth send thy Holy Ghost, and pour into our\\nhearts that most excellent gift of charity, the very bond of peace\\nand of all virtues without which, whosoever liveth is counted\\ndead before thee grant this for thine only Son, Jesus Christ s\\nsake. Amen.\\nSWEET Dove the softest, steadiest plume\\nIn all the sunbright sky,\\nBrightening in ever-changeful bloom\\nAs breezes change on high\\nSweet Leaf! the pledge of peace and mirth,\\nLong sought, and lately won,\\nBless d increase of reviving Earth,\\nWhen first it felt the Sun\\nSweet Rainbow pride of summer days,\\nHigh set at Heaven s command,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Quinquagesima Sunday. 101\\nThough into drear and dusky haze\\nThou melt on either hand\\nDear tokens of a pardoning God,\\nWe hail ye, one and all,\\nAs when our fathers walk d abroad,*\\nFreed from their twelvemonths thrall.\\nHow joyful from th imprisoning ark\\nOn the green earth they spring\\nNot blither, after showers, the Lark\\nMounts up with glistening wing.\\nSo home-bound sailors spring to shore,\\nTwo oceans safely past;\\nSo happy souls, when life is o er,\\nPlunge in th empyreal vast.\\nWhat wins their first and fondest gaze\\nIn all the blissful field,\\nAnd keeps it through a thousand days\\nLove face to face re veal d:\\nWhen o er the green undeluged earth,\\nHeaven s covenant thou didst shine,\\nHow came the world s grey fathers forth,\\nTo watch thy sacred sign.\\nAnd when its yellow lustre smil d\\nO er mountains yet untrod,\\nEach mother held aloft her child,\\nTo bless the bow of God.\\nCampbell.\\nH", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "102 Quinquagesima Sunday.\\nLove imag d in that cordial look\\nOur Lord in Eden bends\\nOn souls that sin and earth forsook\\nIn time to die His friends.\\nAnd what most welcome and serene\\nDawns on the Patriarch s eye,\\nIn all th emerging hills so green,\\nIn all the brightening sky\\nWhat but the gentle rainbow s gleam\\nSoothing the wearied sight\\nThat cannot bear the solar beam,\\nWith soft undazzling light 1\\nLord, if our fathers turn d to thee\\nWith such adoring gaze,\\nWondering frail man thy light should see\\nWithout thy scorching blaze\\nWhere is our love, and where our hearts,\\nWe who have seen thy Son,\\nHave tried thy Spirit s winning arts,\\nAnd yet we are not won\\nThe Son of God in radiance beam d\\nToo bright for us to scan,\\nBut we may face the rays that stream T d\\nFrom the mild Son of Man.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Quinquagesima Sunday. 103\\nThere, parted into rainbow hues,\\nIn sweet harmonious strife,\\nWe see celestial love diffuse\\nIts light o er Jesus life.\\nGod, by His bow, vouchsafes to write\\nThis truth in Heaven above\\nAs every lovely hue is Light,\\nSo every grace is Love.*\\nThe lines below are not unworthy to be set in Keble s coronet.\\n2Be 3Profuntifs.\\nThere maybe a cloud without a rainbow, but there cannot be a rainbow\\nwithout a cloud.\\nMy soul were dark\\nBut for the golden light and rainbow hue\\nThat, sweeping Heaven with their triumphal arc,\\nBreak on the view.\\nEnough to feel\\nThat God indeed is good enough to know\\nWithout the gloomy clouds he could reveal\\nNo beauteous bow.\\nRev. William Croswell.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "3lis\u00c2\u00a3lS?eiruetfm2.\\nWhen thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face, that thou appear\\nnot unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret. St. Matthew\\nvi. 17. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that thou\\nhast made, and dost forgive the sins of all those who are penitent\\ncreate and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we, worthily\\nlamenting our sins and acknowledging our wretchedness, may\\nobtain of thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and for-\\ngiveness, through Jesus Christ our Lord- Amen.]\\nYES\u00e2\u0080\u0094 deep within and deeper yet\\nThe rankling shaft of conscience hide,\\nQuick let the swelling eye forget\\nThe tears that in the heart abide.\\nAsh-Wednesday (so called from the custom in the primitive Church,\\nof sprinkling ashes on that day on the heads of notorious offenders, who were\\nthen excommunicated) is the first day of Lent. The season of Lent embraces\\nforty days, Sundays not being counted, which the church invites her mem-\\nbers to observe with especial seriousness and self-denial, as preparatory to\\nthe due commemoration of the mournful event of his crucifixion, which is\\ncelebrated on Good-Friday. The number of days is fixed in especial refer-\\nence to the forty days fasting of our Lord, just before his temptation.\\ni", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "a\\nAsh-Wednesday* 105\\nCalm be the voice, the aspect bold,\\nNo shuddering pass o er lip or brow,\\nFor why should Innocence be told\\nThe pangs that guilty spirits bow?\\nThe loving eye that watches thine\\nClose as the air that wraps thee round\\nWhy in thy sorrow should it pine,\\nSince never of thy sin it found?\\nAnd wherefore should the heathen see*\\nWhat chains of darkness thee enslave,\\nAnd mocking say, Lo, this is he\\nWho own d a God that could not save?\\na\\nThus oft the mourner s wayward heart\\nTempts him to hide his grief and die,\\nToo feeble for Confession s smart,\\nToo proud to bear a pitying eye\\nHow sweet, in that dark hour, to fall\\nOn bosoms waiting to receive\\nOur sighs, and gently whisper all\\nThey love us will not God forgive\\nElse let us keep our fast within,\\nTill Heaven and we are quite alone,\\nThen let the grief, the shame, the sin,\\nBefore the mercy-seat be thrown.\\nWherefore should they say among the people, Where is their God\\nJoel ii. 17.\\nh2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "106 Ash-Wednesday.\\nBetween the porch and altar weep,\\nUnworthy of the holiest place,\\nX et hoping near the shrine to keep\\nOne lowly cell in sight of grace.\\nNor fear lest sympathy should fail\\nHast thou not seen, in night-hours drear,\\nWhen racking thoughts the heart assail,\\nThe glimmering stars by turns appear,\\nAnd from th eternal home above\\nWith silent news of mercy steal\\nSo Angels pause on tasks of love,\\nTo look where sorrowing sinners kneel.\\nOr, if no Angel pass that way,\\nHe who in secret sees, perchance\\nMay bid his own heart-warming ray\\nToward thee stream with kindlier glance,\\nAs when upon His drooping head\\nHis Father s light was pour d from Heaven,\\nWhat time, unshelter d and unfed,*\\nFar in the wild His steps were driven.\\nHigh thoughts were with Him in that hour,\\nUntold, unspeakable on earth\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd who can stay the soaring power\\nOf spirits wean d from worldly mirth,\\nSt. Matt. iv. 1.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Ash-Wednesday. 107\\nWhile far beyond the sound of praise\\nWith upward eye they float serene,\\nAnd learn to bear their Saviour s blaze\\nWhen Judgment shall undraw the screen\\njFtrst Sunftag tti ent\\nTHE CITY OF REFUGE.\\nHaste thee, escape thither, for I cannot do any thing till thou be come\\nthither: therefore the name of the city was called Zoar. Genesis xix. 22.\\n[First Morning Lesson for the day, Church of England.]\\n[O Lord, who for our sake didst fast forty days and forty nights,\\ngive us grace to use such abstinence, that our flesh being sub-\\ndued to the Spirit, we may ever obey thy godly motions in right-\\neousness and true holiness, to thy honour and glory, who livest\\nand reignest with the Father and the Holy Ghost, one God,\\nworld without end. Amen.\\nANGEL of wrath why linger in mid air,\\nWhile the devoted city s cry\\nLouder and louder swells? and canst thou spare,\\nThy full-charg d vial standing by?\\nThus, with stern voice, unsparing Justice pleads\\nHe hears her not with soften d gaze\\nHis eye is following where sweet Mercy leads,\\nAnd till she give the sign, his fury stays.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "108 First Sunday in Lent,\\nGuided by her, along the mountain road,\\nFar through the twilight of the morn,\\nWith hurrying footsteps from th accurs d abode\\nHe sees the holy household borne\\nAngels, or more, on either hand are nigh,*\\nTo speed them o er the tempting plain,\\nLingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye\\nSeeking how near they may unharm d remain.\\nAh wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair?\\nAnd why, through every woodland arch,\\nSwells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare,\\nWhere Jordan winds his stately march\\nIf all must be forsaken, ruin d all,\\nIf God have planted but to burn?\\nSurely not yet th avenging shower will fall,\\nThough to my home for one last look I turn.\\nThus while they waver, surely long ago\\nThey had provoked the withering blast,\\nBut that the merciful Avengers know\\nTheir frailty well, and hold them fast.\\nHaste, for thy life escape, nor look behind\\nEver in thrilling sounds like these\\nThey check the wandering eye, severely kind,\\nNor let the sinner lose his soul at ease.\\nThe family of Lot, led out of Sodom. The expression, angels, or\\nmore (angels, or greater than they), has reference, probably, to the angel\\nof the covenant, spoken of in the Old Testament, and generally understood\\nas a manifestation of the Son of God.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "First Sunday in Lent. 1 09\\nAnd when, o erwearied with the steep ascent,\\nWe for a nearer refuge crave,\\nOne little spot of ground in mercy lent,\\nOne hour of home before the grave,\\nOft in his pity o er his children weak,\\nHis hand withdraws the penal fire,\\nAnd where we fondly cling, forbears to wreak\\nFull vengeance, till our hearts are wean d entire.\\nThus, by the merits of one righteous man,\\nThe Church, our Zoar, shall abide,\\nTill she abuse, so sore, her lengthen d span,\\nEven Mercy s self her face must hide.\\nThen, onward yet a step, thou hard-won soul;\\nThough in the Church thou know thy place.\\nThe mountain farther lies there seek thy goal,\\nThere breathe at large, o erpast thy dangerous race.\\nSiveet is the smile of home; the mutual look\\nWhen hearts are of each other sure;\\nSweet all the joys that crowd the household nooh y\\nThe haunt of all affections pure\\nYet in the world even these abide, and we\\nAbove the world our calling boast\\nOnce gain the mountain top, and thou art free\\nTill then, who rest, presume who turn to look, are lost.*\\nEscape for thy life look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the\\nplain escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed But his wife\\nlooked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt. Qenesis\\nxix. 17, 26.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Stcontr Suntrau in Sent\\nESAU S FORFEIT.\\nAnd when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great and\\nexceeding bitter cry, and said unto his father, Biess me, even me also, O my\\nfather. Gen. xxvii. 34. (Compare Hebrews xii. 17. He found no place for\\nrepentance, though he sought it carefully with tears).* [First Morning Les-\\nson for the day, Church of England.]\\n[Almighty God, who seest that we have no power of ourselves\\nto help ourselves; keep us both outwardly in our bodies, and in-\\nwardly in our souls that we may be defended from all adversi-\\nties which may happen to the body, and from all evil thoughts\\nwhich may assault and hurt the soul, through Jesus Christ our\\nLord. Amen.]\\n6i AND is there in God s world so drear a place\\nWhere the loud bitter cry is raisM in vain?\\nThe author earnestly hopes, that nothing in these stanzas will be un-\\nderstood to express any opinion as to the general efficacy of what is called\\na death-bed repentance. Such questions are best left in the merciful ob-\\nscurity with which Seripture has enveloped them. Esau s probation, as far\\nas his birthright was concerned, was quite over when he uttered the cry in\\nthe text. His despondency therefore is not parallel to any thing on this side\\nthe grave.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday in Lent. Ill\\nWhere tears of penance come too late for grace,\\nAs on th uprooted flower the genial rain?\\nTis even so the sovereign Lord of souls\\nStores in the dungeon of his boundless realm\\nEach bolt, that o er the sinner vainly rolls,\\nWith gather d wrath the reprobate to whelm,\\nWill the storm hear the sailor s piteous cry,*\\nTaught to mistrust, too late, the tempting wave,\\nWhen all around he sees but sea and sky,\\nA God in anger, a self-chosen grave?\\nOr will the thorns, that strew intemperance bed,t\\nTurn with a wish to down will late remorse\\nRecall the shaft the murderer s hand has sped,\\nOr from the guiltless bosom turn its course\\nThen may th unbodied soul in safety fleet\\nThrough the dark curtains of the world above,\\nFresh from the stain of crime nor fear to meet\\nThe God, whom here she would not learn to love:\\nThen is there hope for such as die unblest,\\nThat angel wings may waft them to the shore,\\nCompare Bishop Butler s Analogy, p. 54\u00e2\u0080\u009464, ed. 1736.\\nt Consider, then, people ruin their fortunes hy extravagance they\\nbring diseases upon themselves hy excess j they incur the penalties of civil\\nlaws: will sorrow for these follies past, and hehavingwell for the future,\\nalone and of itself, prevent the natural consequences of them Butler s\\nAnalogy, part ii. c. v. sec. 4.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "112 Second Sunday in Lent.\\nNor need th unready virgin strike her breast,\\nNor wait desponding round the bridegroom s door.\\nBut where is then the stay of contrite hearts\\nOf old they lean d on thy eternal word,\\nBut with the sinner s fear their hope departs,\\nFast link d as thy great Name to Thee, Lord\\nThat Name, by which thy faithful oath is past,\\nThat we should endless be, for joy or woe:\\nAnd if the treasures of thy wrath could waste,\\nThy lovers must their promis d Heaven forego.\\nBut ask of elder days, earth s vernal hour,\\nWhen in familiar talk God s voice was heard,\\nWhen at the Patriarch s call the fiery shower\\nPropitious o er the turf-built shrine appear d.\\nWatch by our father Isaac s pastoral door\\nThe birthright sold, the blessing lost and won,\\nTell, Heaven has wrath that can relent no more,\\nThe Grave, dark deeds that cannot be undone.\\nWe barter life for pottage sell true bliss,\\nFor wealth or power, for pleasure or renown\\nThus, Esau-like, our Father s blessing miss,\\nThen wash with fruitless tears our faded crown.\\nOur faded crown, despis d and flung aside,\\nShall on some brother s brow immortal bloom,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday in Lent, 113\\nNo partial hand the blessing may misguide\\nNo flattering fancy change our Monarch s doom\\nHis righteous doom, that meek true-hearted Love\\nThe everlasting birthright should receive,\\nThe softest dews drop on her from above,*\\nThe richest green her mountain garland weave\\nHer brethren, mightiest, wisest, eldest born,\\nBow to her sway, and move at her behest\\nIsaac s fond blessing may not fall on scorn,\\nNor Balaam s curse on Love, which God hath blest.\\nGenesis xxvii. 27, 28.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "2Ftotfy Stwirag in %tnt\\nTHE SPOILS OF SATAN.\\nWhen a strong man armed keepeth his palace, his goods are in peace. But\\nwhen a stronger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him, he taketh\\nfrom him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his spoil. St. Luke\\nxi. 91, 22. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[We beseech thee, Almighty God, look upon the hearty de-\\nsires of thy humble servants, and stretch forth the right hand of\\nthy Majesty, to be our defence against all our enemies, through\\nJesus Christ our Lord. Jlmen.]\\nSEE Lucifer like lightning fall\\nDash d from his throne of pride\\nWhile, answering Thy victorious call,\\nThe Saints his spoils divide,\\nThis world of thine, by him usurp d too long,\\nNow opening all her stores to heal thy servants wrong.\\nSo when the first-born of thy foes\\nDead in the darkness lay,\\nWhen thy redeem d at midnight rose\\nAiad cast their bonds away,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday in Lent. 115\\nThe orphan d realm threw wide her gates, and told\\nInto freed Israel s lap her jewels and her gold.\\nAnd when their wondrous march was o er,\\nAnd they had won their homes,\\nWhere Abraham fed his flock of yore,\\nAmong their fathers tombs\\nA land that drinks the rain of heaven at will,\\nWhose waters kiss the feet of many a vine-clad hill\\nOft as they watcn d, at thoughtful eve,\\nA gale from bowers of balm\\nSweep o er the billowy corn, and heave\\nThe tresses of the palm,\\nJust as the lingering Sun had touch d with gold,\\nFar o er the cedar shade, some tower of giants old\\nIt was a fearful joy, I ween,\\nTo trace the Heathen s toil,\\nThe limpid wells, the orchards green\\nLeft ready for the spoil,\\nThe househould stores untouch d, the roses bright\\nWreath d o er the cottage walls in garlands of delight.*\\nAnd now another Canaan yields\\nTo thine all-conquering ark;\\nA most lovely picture of the natural and domestic beauties of the\\nland upon which, as on Eden before, sin had brought down the curse. It is\\nhere most skilfully introduced to heighten the contrast.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "116 Third Sunday in Lent,\\nFly from the old poetic fields,*\\nYe Paynim shadows dark!\\nImmortal Greece, dear land of glorious lays,\\nLo here the unknown God of thy unconscious\\npraise !f\\nThe olive wreath, the ivied wand,\\nThe sword in myrtles drest,\\nEach legend of the shadowy strand\\nNow wakes a vision blest:\\nAs little children lisp, and tell of Heaven,\\nSo thoughts beyond their thought to those high Bards\\nwere given.\\nAnd these are ours Thy partial grace\\nThe tempting treasure lends\\nThese relics of a guilty race\\nAre forfeit to thy friends\\nWhat seem d an idol hymn, now breathes of Thee,\\nTun d by Faith s ear to some celestial melody.\\nWhere each old poetic mountain\\nInspiration breathed around.\\nGray.\\nAs I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with\\nthis inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Acts xvii. 23. J\\nJ The famous Athenian drinking song, by Callistratus\\nI ll wreathe my sword with myrtle as the brave Harmodius did,\\nAnd as Aristogeiton his avenging weapon hid,\\nWhen they slew the haughty tyrant, and regained our liberty,\\nAnd breaking down oppression, made the men of Athens free.\\nG. W. D.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday in Lent. 117\\nThere s not a strain to Memory dear*\\nNor flower in classic grove,\\nThere s not a sweet note warbled here,\\nBut minds us of thy Love.\\nO Lord, our Lord, and spoiler of our foes,\\nThere is no light but thine with Thee all beauty glows.\\niFmtrtii StwSag in 2Lent\\nTHE ROSE BUD.\\nJoseph made haste, for his bowels did yearn upon his brother and he\\nsought where to weep and he entered into his chamber, and wept there.\\nGen. xliii. 30. [First Lesson, Morning service, Church of England.]\\nThere stood no man with them, while Joseph made himself known unto his\\nbrethren. Gen. xlv. 1. [First Lesson, Evening service, Church of England.\\n[Grant, we beseech thee, Almighty God, that we, who for our\\nevil deeds do worthily deserve to be punished, by the comfort of\\nthy grace may mercifully be relieved, through our Lord and Sa-\\nviour, Jesus Christ. Amen.\\nWHEN Nature tries her finest touch,\\nWeaving her vernal wreath,\\nSee Burns s Works, i. 293, Dr. Currie s edition.\\nThere s not a bonnie flower that springs\\nBy fountain, shaw or green,\\nThere s not a bonnie bird that sings,\\nBut minds me o my Jean.\\ni2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "118 Fourth Sunday in Lent.\\nMark ye, how close she veils her round,\\nNot to be trac d by sight or sound,\\nNor soil d by ruder breath?\\nWho ever saw the earliest rose\\nFirst open her sweet breast?\\nOr, when the summer sun goes down,\\nThe first soft star in evening s crown\\nLight up her gleaming crest?\\nFondly we seek the dawning bloom\\nOn features wan and fair,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe gazing eye no change can trace,\\nBut look away a little space,\\nThen turn, and, lo tis there.\\nBut there s a sweeter flower than e er\\nBlush d on the rosy spray\\nA brighter star, a richer bloom\\nThan e er did western heaven illume\\nAt close of summer day.\\nTis Love, the last best gift of Heaven\\nLove gentle, holy, pure\\nBut, tenderer than a dove s soft eye,\\nThe searching sun, the open sky\\nShe never could endure.\\nEven human Love will shrink from sight\\nHere in the coarse rude earth", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday in Lent. 119\\nHow then should rash intruding glance\\nBreak in upon her sacred trance\\nWho boasts a heavenly birth 1\\nSo still and secret is her growth,\\nEver the truest heart,\\nWhere deepest strikes her kindly root\\nFor hope or joy, for flower or fruit,\\nLeast knows its happy part.\\nGod only, and good angels, look\\nBehind the blissful screen\\nAs when, triumphant o er his woes,\\nThe Son of God by moonlight rose,*\\nBy all but Heaven unseen\\nAs when the holy Maid beheld\\nHer risen Son and Lord\\nThought has not colours half so fair\\nThat she to paint that hour may dare,\\nIn silence best ador d.\\nThe gracious Dove, that brought from Heaven\\nThe earnest of our bliss,\\nOf many a chosen witness telling,\\nOn many a happy vision dwelling,\\nSings not a note of this.\\nIt was at the time of the Paschal full moon that the Saviour rose\\nfrom the dead.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "120 Fourth Sunday in Lent.\\nSo, truest image of the Christ,\\nOld Israel s long-lost son,\\nWhat time, with sweet forgiving cheer,\\nHe call d his conscious brethren near,\\nWould weep with them alone.\\nHe could not trust his melting soul\\nBut in his Maker s sight\\nThen why should gentle hearts and true\\nBare to the rude world s withering view\\nTheir treasure of delight\\nNo let the dainty rose awhile\\nHer bashful fragrance hide\\nRend not her silken veil too soon,\\nBut leave her, in her own soft noon,\\nTo flourish and abide.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "jFitth Stwtiag in 3Lznt\\nTHE BURNING BUSH.\\nAnd Moses said, I will now turn aside and see this great sight, why the\\nbush is not burned. Exodus iii. 3. [First Lesson, Morning service, Church\\nof England.]\\n[We beseech thee, Almighty God, mercifully to look upon thy\\npeople that by thy great goodness they may be governed and\\npreserved evermore, both in body and soul, through Jesus Christ\\nour Lord. J3men.\\nTH historic Muse, from age to age,\\nThro many a waste heart-sickening page\\nHath trac d the works of Man\\nBut a celestial call to-day-\\nStays her, like Moses, on her way,\\nThe works of God to scan.\\nFar seen across the sandy wild,\\nWhere, like a solitary child,\\nHe thoughtless roam d and free,\\nII", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "122 Fifth Sunday in Lent.\\nOne towering thorn* was wrapt in flame\\nBright without blaze it went and came\\nWho would not turn and see\\nAlong the mountain ledges green\\nThe scatter d sheep at will may glean\\nThe Desert s spicy stores\\nThe while, with undivided heart,\\nThe shepherd talks with God apart,\\nAnd, as he talks, adores.\\nYe too, who tend Christ s wildering flock,\\nWell may ye gather round the rock\\nThat once was Sion s hill\\nTo watch the fire upon the mount\\nStill blazing, like the solar fount,\\nYet unconsuming still.\\nCaught from that blaze by wrath divine,\\nLost branches of the once-lov d vine,\\nNow wither d, spent, and sere,\\nSee Israel s sons, like glowing brands,\\nTost wildly o er a thousand lands\\nFor twice a thousand year.\\nGod will not quench nor slay them quite,\\nBut lifts them like a beacon light\\nTh apostate Church to scare\\nSeneh said to be a sort of Acacia.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday in Lent. 123\\nOr like pale ghosts that darkling roam,\\nHovering around their ancient home,\\nBut find no refuge there.\\nYe blessed Angels if of you\\nThere be, who love the ways to view\\nOf Kings and Kingdoms here\\n(And sure, tis worth an Angel s gaze,\\nTo see, throughout that dreary maze,\\nGod teaching love and fear:)\\nsay, in all the bleak expanse,\\nIs there a spot to win your glance,\\nSo bright, so dark as this\\nA hopeless faith, a homeless race,*\\nYet seeking the most holy place,\\nAnd owning the true bliss\\nSalted with fire they seemt to show\\nHow spirits lost in endless woe\\nMay undecaying live.\\nOh sickening thought yet hold it fast\\nLong as this glittering world shall last,\\nOr sin at heart survive.\\nThe Jews, alluded to in these lines, a nation scattered and peeled,\\nwithout a home in the whole world, of which, as the peculiar people of God,\\nthey were once the favoured heirs. Without a temple, without a sacrifice,\\nwithout a priest,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 how fearfully and wonderfully do they fulfil the old pro-\\nphetic record How literally is His blood upon them, and upon their chil-\\ndren!\\nt St. Mark ix. 49.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "124 Fifth Sunday in Lent,\\nAnd hark amid the flashing fire,\\nMingling with tones of fear and ire,\\nSoft Mercy s undersong\\nTis Abraham s God who speaks so loud,\\nHis people s eries have pierc d the cloud,\\nHe sees, He sees their wrong;*\\nHe is come down to break their chain\\nThough never more on Sion s fane\\nHis visible ensign wave\\nTis Sion, wheresoe er they dwell,\\nWho, with His own true Israel,\\nShall own Him strong to save.\\nHe shall redeem them one by one,\\nWhere er the world-encircling sun\\nShall see them meekly kneel\\nA.11 that he asks on Israel s part,\\nIs only, that the captive heart\\nIts woe and burthen feel.\\nGentiles with fix d yet awful eye\\nTurn ye this page of mystery,\\nNor slight the warning sound\\nPut off thy shoes from off thy feet\\nThe place where man his God shall meet,\\nBe sure, is holy ground.\\nExod. iii. 7, 8.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE CHILDREN IN THE TEMPLE.\\nAnd He answered and said unto them, I tell you, that if these should\\nhold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out. St. Luke xix. 40.\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, who, of thy tender love to-\\nwards mankind, hast sent thy Son our Saviour Jesus Christ, to\\ntake upon him our flesh, and to suffer death upon the cross, that\\nall mankind should follow the example of his great humility\\nmercifully grant that we may both follow the example of his\\npatience, and also be made partakers of his resurrection, through\\nthe same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.\\nYE whose hearts are beating high\\nWith the pulse of Poesy,\\nHeirs of more than royal race,\\nFram d by Heaven s peculiar grace,\\nGod s own work to do on earth,\\n(If the word be not too bold)\\nThe Sunday next before Easter, so called in reference to the palm\\nbranches thrown before our Saviour on his way to Jerusalem, five days be-\\nfore his crucifixion.\\nK", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "126 Palm Sunday,\\nGiving virtue a new birth,\\nAnd a life that ne er grows old\\nSovereign masters of all hearts\\nKnow ye, who hath set your parts\\nHe who gave you breath to sing,\\nBy whose strength ye sweep the stringy\\nHe hath chosen you, to lead\\nHis Hosannas here below\\nMount, and claim your glorious meed\\nLinger not with sin and woe.\\nBut if ye should hold your peace,\\nDeem not that the song would cease\\nAngels round His glory-throne,\\nStars, his guiding hand that own,\\nFlowers, that grow beneath our feet,\\nStones in earth s dark womb that rest,\\nHigh and low in choir shall meet,\\nEre His Name shall be unblest.\\nLord, by every minstrel tongue\\nBe thy praise so duly sung,\\nThat thine angels harps may ne er\\nFail to find fit echoing here\\nWe the while, of meaner birth,\\nWho in that divinest spell\\nDare not hope to join on earth,\\nGive us grace to listen well.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Palm Sunday. 127\\nBut should thankless silence seal\\nLips, that might half Heaven reveal,\\nShould bards in idol-hymns profane\\nThe sacred soul-enthralling strain\\n(As in this bad world below\\nNoblest things find vilest using),\\nThen, thy power and mercy show,\\nIn vile things noble breath infusing\\nThen waken into sound divine\\nThe very pavement of thy shrine,\\nTill we, like Heaven s star-sprinkled floor,\\nFaintly give back what we adore.\\nChildlike though the voices be,\\nAnd untunable the parts,\\nThou wilt own the minstrelsy,\\nIf it flow from childlike hearts.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "J ouiiag More 25aster.\\nCHRIST WAITING FOR THE CROSS.\\nDoubtless Thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of us? and\\nIsrael acknowledge us not. Isaiah lxiii. 16. {Portion of Scripture appointed\\nfor the Epistle in the Service for the day.]\\nFATHER to me Thou art and Mother dear,\\nAnd Brother too, kind husband of my heart\\nSo speaks Andromache in boding fear,\\nEre from her last embrace her hero part\\nSo evermore? by Faith s undying glow,\\nWe own the Crucified in weal or woe.\\nStrange to our ears the church-bells of our home,\\nThe fragrance of our old paternal fields\\nMay be forgotten and the time may come\\nWhen the babe s kiss no sense of pleasure yields\\nYet while my Hector still survives, I see\\nMy father, mother, brethren all in thee\\nAlas my parents, brothers, kindred, all\\nOnce more will perish, if my Hector fall.\\nIliad vi. 429. Pope s Version vi. 544.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Monday before Easter. 129\\nEven to the doting mother: but thine own\\nThou never canst forget, nor leave alone.\\nThere are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,\\nNone loves them best O vain and seliish sigh\\nOut of the bosom of His love He spares\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Father spares the Son, for thee to die\\nFor thee He died for thee He lives again\\nO er thee He watches in His boundless reign.\\nThou art as much His care, as if beside\\nNor man nor angel liv d in heaven or earth\\nThus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide\\nTo light up worlds, or wake an insect s mirth\\nThey shine and shine with unexhausted store\\nThou art thy Saviour s darling seek no more.\\nOn thee and thine, thy warfare and thine end,\\nEven in His hour of agony He thought,\\nWhen, ere the final pang His soul should rend,\\nThe ransom d spirits one by one were brought\\nTo his mind s eye two silent nights and days*\\nIn calmness for His far-seen hour He stays.\\nYe vaulted cells where martyr d seers of old\\nFar in the rocky walls of Sion sleep,\\nla Passion week, from Tuesday evening to Thursday evening during\\nwhich time Scripture seems to be nearly silent concerning our Saviour s\\nproceedings.\\nk2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "130 Monday before Easter.\\nGreen terraces and arched fountains cold,\\nWhere lies the cypress shade so still and deep,\\nDear sacred haunts of glory and of woe,\\nHelp us, one hour, to trace His musings high and low\\nOne heart-ennobling hour It may not be\\nTh unearthly thoughts have pass d from earth away,\\nAnd fast as evening sunbeams from the sea\\nThy footsteps all in Sion s deep decay\\nWere blotted from the holy ground yet dear\\nIs every stone of hers for Thou wast surely here.*\\nThere is a spot within this sacred dale\\nThat felt Thee kneeling; touch d thy prostrate brow\\nTis sweet to Him who treasures love divine,\\nThe coasts with zeal of palmer old to trace,\\nHills, vales and streams of holy Palestine,\\nAnd mark in every ancient hallowed place\\nWhat rays of glory wont of old to shine,\\nWhat acts of wonder, and what words of grace\\nHow here the mourner heard glad news of rest,\\nHere the deaf ear the Saviour s presence blest,\\nThe sightless eye beheld, the speechless tongue confest.\\nAnd sweet to them whose bounded lot at home\\nConstrains their steps in quietude to stray,\\nYea, sweet it is to them, afar to roam\\nIn thought, companions of the palmer s way,\\nAnd to the mother land of Christendom,\\nThe debt of more than patriot fondness pay,\\nIf Judah s palmy hills their sojourn be,\\nOr Jordan s flood, or lone Tiberias sea,\\nOr thy once glorious towns, thrice favoured Galilee\\nBishop JWant, Gospel Miracles, p. 120.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Monday before Easter. 131\\nOne angel knows it. O might prayer avail\\nTo win that knowledge sure each holy vow\\nLess quickly from th unstable soul would fade,\\nOffer d where Christ in agony was laid.\\nMight tear of ours once mingle with the blood\\nThat from His aching brow by moonlight fell,\\nOver the mournful joy our thoughts would brood,\\nTill they had fram d within a guardian spell\\nTo chase repining fancies, as they rise,\\nLike birds of evil wing, to mar our sacrifice.\\nSo dreams the heart self-flattering, fondly dreams\\nElse wherefore, when the bitter waves o erflow,\\nMiss we the light, Gethsemane, that streams\\nFrom thy dear name, where in His page of woe\\nIt shines, a pale kind star in winter s sky?\\nWho vainly reads it there, in vain had seen Him die.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "SFttestrag More JBmttv.\\nCHRIST REFUSING THE WINE AND MYRRH.\\nThey gave him to drink wine mingled with myrrh but he received it not.\\nSt. Mark xv. 23. [Gospel for the day.]\\nFILL high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour\\nThe dews oblivious for the Cross is sharp,\\nThe Cross is sharp, and He\\nIs tenderer than a lamb.\\nHe wept by Lazarus grave how will He bear\\nThis bed of anguish? and His pale weak form\\nIs worn with many a watch\\nOf sorrow and unrest.\\nHis sweat last night was as great drops of blood,\\nAnd the sad burthen press d him so to earth,\\nThe very torturers paus d\\nTo help Him on His way.\\nFill high the bowl, benumb His aching sense\\nWith medicin d sleep. awful in thy woe!", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Tuesday before Easter. 133\\nThe parching thirst of death\\nIs on Thee, and thou triest\\nThe slumberous potion bland, and wilt not drink\\nNot sullen, nor in scorn, like haughty man\\nWith suicidal hand\\nPutting his solace by\\nBut as at first thine all-pervading look\\nSaw from thy Father s bosom to th abyss,\\nMeasuring in calm presage\\nThe infinite descent;\\nSo to the end, though now of mortal pangs\\nMade heir, and emptied of thy glory awhile,\\nWith unaverted eye\\nThou meetest all the storm.\\nThou wilt feel all, that Thou may st pity all\\nAnd rather wouldst Thou wrestle with strong pain,\\nThan overcloud thy soul,\\nSo clear in agony,\\nOr lose one glimpse of Heaven before the time.\\nmost entire and perfect sacrifice,\\nRenew d in every pulse\\nThat on the tedious Cross\\nFor in that he himself hath suffered, being tempted, he is able to\\nsuccour them also that are tempted. Hebrews ii. 18.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "134 Tuesday before Easter.\\nTold the long hours of death, as, one by one,\\nThe life strings of that tender heart gave way\\nEven sinners, taught by Thee,\\nLook Sorrow in the face,\\nAnd bid her freely welcome, unbeguil d\\nBy false kind solaces, and spells of earth\\nAnd yet not all unsooth d\\nFor when was Joy so dear,\\nAs the deep calm that breath d, Father, forgive\\nOr, Be with me in Paradise to-day?\\nAnd, though the strife be sore,\\nYet in His parting breath\\nLove masters agony; the soul that seem d\\nForsaken, feels her present God again,\\nAnd in her Father s arms\\nContented dies away.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "TOetrtiestrag Mow IBmttv,\\nCHRIST IN THE GARDEN.\\n.Saying, Father, if thou he willing, remove this cup from me nevertheless,\\nnot my will, but thine be done. St Luke xxii. 42. [Gospel for the day.]\\nLORD my God, do Thou thy holy will\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI will lie still\\n1 will not stir, lest I forsake thine arm,\\nAnd break the charm,\\nAVhich lulls me, clinging to my Father s breast,\\nIn perfect rest.\\nWild Fancy, peace thou must not me beguile\\nWith thy false smile\\nI know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways\\nBe silent, Praise,\\nBlind guide with siren voice, and blinding all\\nThat hear thy call.\\nCome, Self-devotion, high and pure,\\nThoughts that in thankfulness endure,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "136 Wednesday before Easter.\\nThough dearest hopes are faithless found,\\nAnd dearest hearts are bursting round.\\nCome, Resignation, spirit meek,\\nAnd let me kiss thy placid cheek,\\n.And read in thy pale eye serene\\nTheir blessing, who by faith can wean\\nTheir hearts from sense, and learn to love\\nGod only, and the joys above.\\nThey say, who know the life divine,\\nAnd upward gaze with eagle eyne,\\nThat by each golden crown on high,*\\nRich with celestial jewelry,\\nWhich for our Lord s redeem d is set,\\nThere hangs a radiant coronet,\\nAll gemm d with pure and living light,\\nToo dazzling for a sinner s sight,\\nPrepar d for virgin souls, and them\\nWho seek the martyr s diadem.\\nNor deem, who to that bliss aspire,\\nMust win their way through blood and fire.\\nThe writhings of a wounded heart\\nAre fiercer than a foeman s dart.\\nThat little coronet or special reward which God hath prepared\\n(extraordinary and besides the great Crown of all faithful souls) for those\\nwho have not denied themselves with women, but follow the (virgin)\\nLamb for ever. Bishop Taylor, Holy Living, c. xi. sect. 3", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Wednesday before Easter. 137\\nOft in Life s stillest shade reclining,\\nIn Desolation unrepining,\\nWithout a hope on earth to find\\nA mirror in an answering mind,\\nMeek souls there are, who little dream\\nTheir daily strife an Angel s theme,\\nOr that the rod they take so calm\\nShall prove in Heaven a martyr s palm.\\nAnd there are souls that seem to dwell\\nAbove this earth so rich a spell\\nFloats round their steps, where er they move,\\nFrom hopes fulfill d and mutual love.\\nSuch, if on high their thoughts are set,\\nNor in the stream the source forget,\\nIf prompt to quit the bliss they know,\\nFollowing the Lamb where er He go,\\nBy purest pleasures unbeguil d\\nTo idolize or wife or child;\\nSuch wedded souls our God shall own\\nFor faultless virgins round His throne.\\nThus every where we find our suffering God,\\nAnd where He trod\\nMay set our steps the Cross on Calvary\\nUplifted high\\nBeams on the martyr host, a beacon light\\nIn open fight.\\nL", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "138 Wednesday before Easter.\\nTo the still wrestlings of the lonely heart\\nHe doth impart\\nThe virtue of His midnight agony,\\nWhen none was nigh,\\nSave God and one good angel, to assuage\\nThe tempest s rage.\\nMortal if life smile on thee, and thou find\\nAll to thy mind,\\nThink, who did once from Heaven to Hell descend\\nThee to befriend\\nSo shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,\\nThy best, thine all.\\nFather! not my will, but thine be done\\nSo spake the Son.\\nBe this our charm, mellowing Earth s ruder noise\\nOf griefs and joys;\\nThat we may cling for ever to thy breast\\nIn perfect rest", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "Sftttttfrag before faster.\\nTHE VISION OF THE LATTER DAYS.\\nAt the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, and I\\nam come to show thee, for thou art greatly beloved therefore understand the\\nmatter, and consider the vision. Daniel ix. 23. [First Morning Lesson,\\nChurch of England.]\\nO HOLY mountain of my God,\\nHow do thy towers in ruin lie,\\nHow art thou riven and strewn abroad,\\nUnder the rude and wasteful sky\\nTwas thus upon his fasting-day\\nThe Man of Loves was fain to pray,*\\nHis lattice opent toward his darling west,\\nMourning the ruin d home he still must love the best.\\nOh for a love like Daniel s now,\\nTo wing to Heaven but one strong prayer\\nO Daniel, a man greatly beloved Hebrew, a man of desires, or\\nloves. Daniel x. 11.\\nf Daniel vi. 10.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "140 Thursday before Easter,\\nFor God s new Israel, sunk as low,\\nYet flourishing to sight as fair,\\nAs Sion in her height of pride,\\nWith queens for handmaids at her side,\\nWith kings her nursing-fathers, throned high,\\nAnd compass d with the world s too tempting blazonry.\\nTis true, nor winter stays thy growth,\\nNor torrid summer s sickly smile\\nThe flashing billows of the south\\nBreak not upon so lone an isle,\\nBut thou, rich vine, art grafted there,\\nThe fruit of death or life to bear,\\nYielding a surer witness every day,\\nTo thine Almighty Author, and his steadfast sway.\\nOh grief to think, that grapes of gall\\nShould cluster round thine healthiest shoot!\\nGod s herald prove a heartless thrall,\\nWho, if he dar d, would fain be mute\\nEven such is this bad world we see,\\nWhich, self-condemn d in owning Thee,\\nYet dares not open farewell of Thee take,\\nFor very pride, and her high-boasted Reason s sake.\\nWhat do we then if far and wide\\nMen kneel to Christ, the pure and meek,\\nYet rage with passion, swell with pride,\\nHave we not still our faith to seek\\nL", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Thursday before Easter. 141\\nNay but in steadfast humbleness\\nKneel on to Him, who loves to bless\\nThe prayer that waits for Him and trembling strive\\nTo keep the lingering flame in thine own breast alive.\\nDark frown d the future even on him.\\nThe loving and beloved Seer,\\nWhat time he saw, through shadows dim,\\nThe boundary of th eternal year\\nHe only of the sons of men\\nNam d to be heir of glory then.*\\nDan. xii. 13. See Bishop KeniTs Sermon on the Character of Daniel.\\nAll these wonderful vouchsafements from above to Daniel, though they\\nwere most illustrious demonstrations that he was greatly beloved, yet they\\nwere indulged him for the sake of others, as well as for his own. There is\\ntherefore one more illustrious than all these, and that is a favour which God\\nbestows on but very few, and on none but great saints, who are greatly be-\\nloved and not usually on them, till near their death, and is the very top\\nblessing of which man is capable in this life, the highest bliss on this side\\nof heaven and that is an absolute assurance of a glorious immortality and\\nsuch an assurance as this, had the beloved Daniel for the angel, having dis-\\ncoursed to him of the resurrection of those that sleep in the dust and of their\\nawaking to everlasting life, adds, Go thy way till the end be for thou shalt\\nrest, and stand in the lot at the end of the days. O the unutterable felicity of\\nthis man, thus greatly beloved by God! whilst the generality of saints sigii\\nunder their flesh and blood, which clogs, and loads, and depresses them\\nwhilst the penitent are still begging their pardon, and the humble full of fears\\nand misgivings, by reason of their numerous failin gs whilst the best of them\\nall see heaven only through a glass darkly, and at a distance, and can reach no\\nhigher in this world than hope, and desire, and reliance on God s promise,\\nand patient expectation Daniel, the man greatly beloved, has an angel sent\\non purpose by God, to assure him of his lot in a glorious eternity, and that\\nhis mansion there was prepared and brightened to receive him. And yet this\\nis not all, Daniel was not only assured of future glory, but of a greater degree\\nL 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "142 Thursday before Easter.\\nElse had it bruis d too sore his tender heart\\nTo see God s ransom d world in wrath and flame de-\\npart.\\nThen look no more or closer watch\\nThy course in Earth s bewildering ways,\\nFor every glimpse thine eye can catch\\nOf what shall be in those dread days\\nSo when th Archangel s word is spoken,\\nAnd Death s deep trance for ever broken,\\nIn mercy thou may st feel the heavenly hand,\\nAnd in thy lot unharm d before thy Saviour stand.*\\nof glory than others had for having made it his great business here below\\nto love God himself, and greatly to love him, and to excite others to love God\\nas greatly as he loved him, he was to have a more sublime exaltation in bliss\\nthan ordinary the greater his love was, the nearer was he to be seated to\\nthe throne of God his beloved; and having turned many to righteousness, he\\nwas to shine as the stars for ever and ever. A Short Account of the Life of\\nthe Rt. Rev. Father in God, Thomas Kenn, D.D. By W. Hawkins, Esq.\\nLondon, 1713, 12mo.\\nDan. xii. 13. Thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the\\ndays.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00ac\u00c2\u00a3oo* JFrOrag;\\nHe is despised and rejected of men. Isaiah liii. 3. [First Evening Les-\\nson.]\\n[Almighty God, we beseech thee graciously to behold this thy\\nfamily, for which our Lord Jesus Christ was contented to be be-\\ntrayed, and given up into the hands of wicked men, and to suffer\\ndeath upon the cross, who now liveth and reigneth with thee and\\nthe Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.\\nAlmighty and everlasting God, by whose Spirit the whole body\\nof the Church is governed and sanctified receive our supplica-\\ntions and prayers, which we offer before thee for all estates of\\nmen in thy holy Church, that every member of the same, in his\\nvocation and ministry, may truly and godly serve thee, through\\nour Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen.\\nO merciful God, who hast made all men, and hatest nothing\\nthat thou hast made, nor desirest the death of a sinner, but rather\\nthat he should be converted and live have mercy upon all Jews,\\nTurks, Infidels and Heretics and take from them all ignorance,\\nhardness of heart, and contempt of thy word and so fetch them\\nhome, blessed Lord, to thy flock, that they may be saved among\\nThe most solemn fast of the Christian Church, observed in com-\\nmemoration of her Saviour s Crucifixion, making atonement for the sins of\\nmen.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "144 Good Friday,\\nthe remnant of the true Israelites, and be made one fold under\\none Shepherd, Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth\\nwith thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end.\\nJlmen.~\\\\\\nIS it not strange, the darkest hour\\nThat ever dawn d on sinful earth,\\nShould touch the heart with softer power\\nFor comfort, than an angel s mirth\\nThat to the Cross the mourner s eye should turn\\nSooner than where the stars of Christmas burn\\nSooner than where the Easter sun\\nShines glorious on yon open grave,\\nAnd to and fro the tidings run,\\nWho died to heal, is ris n to save.\\nSooner than where upon the Saviour s friends\\nThe very Comforter in light and love descends.\\nYet so it is for duly there\\nThe bitter herbs of earth are set,\\nTill temper d by the Saviour s prayer,\\nAnd with the Saviour s life-blood wet,\\nThey turn to sweetness, and drop holy balm,\\nSoft as imprison d martyr s deathbed calm.\\nAll turn to sweet but most of all\\nThat bitterest to the lip of pride,\\nWhen hopes presumptuous fade and fall,\\nOr Friendship scorns us, duly tried,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Good Friday. 145\\nOr Love, the flower that closes up for fear\\nWhen rude and selfish spirits breathe too near.\\nThen like a long-forgotten strain\\nComes sweeping o er the heart forlorn\\nWhat sunshine hours had taught in vain\\nOf Jesus suffering shame and scorn,\\nAs in all lowly hearts he suffers still,\\nWhile we triumphant ride and have the world at will.\\nHis pierced hands in vain would hide\\nHis face from rude reproachful gaze,\\nHis ears are open to abide\\nThe wildest storm the tongue can raise,\\nHe who with one rough word,* some early day,t\\nTheir idol world and them shall sweep for aye away.\\nBut we by Fancy may assuage\\nThe festering sore by Fancy made,\\nDown in some lonely hermitage\\nLike wounded pilgrims safely laid,\\nWhere gentlest breezes whisper souls distress d,\\nThat Love yet lives, and Patience shall find rest.\\nWisdom of Solomon xii. 9.\\nf Nevertheless, even those thou sparedst as men, and didst send wasps,\\nforerunners of thine host, to destroy them by little and little. Not that thou\\nwast unable to bring the ungodly under the hand of the righteous in battle, or\\nto destroy them at once with cruel beasts, or with one rough -word but exe-\\ncuting thy judgments upon them by little and little, thou ga vest them place\\nof repentance. Wisdom of Solomon xii. 8, 9, 10. J", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "146 Good Friday.\\nOh shame beyond the bitterest thought\\nThat evil spirit ever fram d,\\nThat sinners know what Jesus wrought,\\nYet feel their haughty hearts untam d\\nThat souls in refuge, holding by the Cross,\\nShould wince and fret at this world s little loss.\\nLord of my heart, by thy last cry,\\nLet not thy blood on earth be spent\\nLo, at thy feet I fainting lie,\\nMine eyes upon thy wounds are bent,\\nUpon thy streaming wounds my weary eyes\\nWait like the parched earth on April skies.\\nWash me, and dry these bitter tears,\\nlet my heart no further roam,\\nTis thine by vows, and hopes, and fears,\\nLong since\u00e2\u0080\u0094 call thy wanderer home\\nTo that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side,\\nWhere only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "ZBunttv 2\u00c2\u00a3te.\\nAs for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thy prison-\\ners out of the pit wherein is no water. Zech. ix. 11. [First J\\\\Iorning Les-\\nson.]\\n[Grant, O Lord, that as we are baptized into the death of thy\\nblessed Son our Saviour Jesus Christ, so by continual mortifying\\nour corrupt affections, we maybe buried with him; and that\\nthrough the grave and gate of death we may pass to our joyful\\nresurrection, for his merits, who died, and was buried, and rose\\nagain for us, thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord, ^mew.]\\nAT length the worst is o er, and Thou art laid\\nDeep in thy darksome bed\\nAll still and cold beneath yon dreary stone\\nThy sacred form is gone\\nAround those lips where power and mercy hung,\\nThe dews of death have clung;\\nThe dull earth o er Thee, and thy foes around,\\nThou sleep st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound.\\nSleep st Thou indeed? or is thy spirit fled,\\nAt large among the dead\\nL", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "148 Easter Eve.\\nWhether in Eden bowers thy welcome voice\\nWake Abraham to rejoice,\\nOr in some drearier scene thine eye controls\\nThe thronging band of souls\\nThat, as thy blood won earth, thine agony\\nMight set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow free.\\nWhere er Thou roam st, one happy soul, we know,t\\nSeen at thy side in woe4\\nWaits on thy triumph\u00e2\u0080\u0094 even as all the blest\\nWith him and Thee shall rest.\\nEach on his cross, by Thee we hang a while,\\nWatching thy patient smile,\\nTill we have learn d to say, Tis justly done,\\nOnly in glory, Lord, thy sinful servant own.\\nSoon wilt Thou take us to thy tranquil bower\\nTo rest one little hour,\\nTill thine elect are number d, and the grave\\nCall Thee to come and save\\nThen on thy bosom borne shall we descend,\\nAgain with earth to blend,\\nEaster Eve commemorates the period between the death of Jesus, and\\nhis resurrection. For the allusion here, see Bishop Horsley on 1 Peter iii. 18,\\n19 Being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit, by which\\nalso, he went and preached unto the spirits in prison.\\nf The penitent thief. To day shalt thou be with me in paradise.\\nSt. Luke xxiii. 43.\\nt St. Luke xxiii. 43.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Easter Eve. 149\\nEarth all refin d with bright supernal fires,\\nTinctur d with holy blood, and wing d with pure desires.\\nMeanwhile with every son and saint of thine\\nAlong the glorious line,\\nSitting by turns beneath thy sacred feet\\nWe ll hold communion sweet,\\nKnow them by look and voice, and thank them all\\nFor helping us in thrall,\\nFor words of hope, and bright examples given\\nTo show through moonless skies that there is light in\\nHeaven.\\nO come that day, when in this restless heart\\nEarth shall resign her part,\\nWhen in the grave with Thee my limbs shall rest,\\nMy soul with Thee be blest\\nBut stay, presumptuous\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -Christ with thee abides\\nIn the rock s dreary sides\\nHe from the stone will wring celestial dew\\nIf but the prisoner s heart be faithful found and true.\\nWhen tears are spent, and thou art left alone\\nWith ghosts of blessings gone,\\nThink thou art taken from the cross, and laid\\nIn Jesus burial shade\\nTake Moses rod, the rod of prayer, and call\\nOut of the rocky wall\\nThe fount of holy blood and lift on high\\nThy grovelling soul that feels so desolate and dry.\\nM", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "150 Easter Eve.\\nPrisoner of Hope thou art* look up and sing\\nIn hope of promis d spring.\\nAs in the pit his father s darling layt\\nBeside the desert way,\\nAnd knew not how, but knew his God would save\\nEven from that living grave,\\nSo buried with our Lord, we ll close our eyes\\nTo the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise.\\nZechariah ix. 12. Turn ye to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope.\\nGen. xxxvii. 24. They took him and cast him into a pit, and the pit\\nwas empty, there was no water in it.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "JEZBttV\\nAnd as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they\\nsaid unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead He is not here, but\\nis risen. St. Luke xxiv. 5, 6.\\n[Almighty God, who through thine only begotten Son Jesus\\nChrist hast overcome death, and opened unto us the gate of ever-\\nlasting life; we humbly beseech thee, that as, by thy special\\ngrace preventing us, thou dost put into our minds good desires\\nso by thy continual help we may bring the same to good effect,\\nthrough Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee\\nand the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Jlmen.]\\nOH day of days shall hearts set freet\\nNo minstrel rapture find for Thee\\nThou art the Sun of other days,\\nThey shine by giving back thy rays\\nEaster, derived from a Saxon word meaning to rise, is the name given\\nto the festival which commemorates the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the\\ndead. It is always held on the Sunday after the full moon which immedi-\\nately succeeds the 21st day of March, the vernal equinox. The occurrence of\\nEaster Sunday regulates all the movable feasts of the year. It cannot be\\nearlier than the 22d of March, nor later than the 25th of April.\\nf Easter was anciently called the Great Day, the Feast of feasts, and\\nthe Queen of feasts.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "152 Easter Day.\\nEnthroned in thy sovereign sphere\\nThou shedd st thy light on all the year\\nSundays by Thee more glorious break,\\nAn Easter Day in every week\\nAnd week-days, following in their train,\\nThe fulness of thy blessing gain,\\nTill all, both resting and employ,\\nBe one Lord s day of holy joy.f\\nThen wake, my soul, to high desires,;}:\\nAnd earlier light thine altar fires\\nThe World some hours is on her way,\\nNor thinks on thee, thou blessed day.\u00c2\u00a7\\nThe first day of the week, Sunday, being hallowed from the apostles\\ntimes, as commemorative of the resurrection, is, as it were, a weekly Easter.\\nf Can there be any day but this,\\nThough many suns to shine endeavour\\nWe count three hundred but we miss\\nThere is but one and that one, ever.\\nEaster, by George Herbert.\\nJ Rise, heart thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise\\nWithout delays\\nWho takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise\\nWith him mayest rise.\\nEaster, by George Herbert.\\nIt is Easter, beautiful Easter. The time in all the year when na-\\nture s types most clearly shadow forth the realities of the Christian dispen\\nsation. For the first butterfly has burst from its grave-clothes, and is gone\\nup towards heaven in the light of this season and look a thousand bloss-\\noms hang on branches that were to all appearance dead last week nay\\nthat but a fortnight ago were bending beneath a heavy load of snow and\\nsee how the chestnut buds, wrapped up as they were by God s own hand", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "Easter Day. 153\\nOr, if she think, it is in scorn\\nThe vernal light of Easter morn\\nTo her dark gaze no brighter seems\\nThan Reason s or the Law s pale beams.\\nWhere is your Lord? she scornful asks\\nWhere is his hire 1 we know his tasks\\nSons of a king ye boast to be\\nLet us your crowns and treasures see.\\nWe in the words of Truth reply,\\n(An angel brought them from the sky)\\nOur crown, our treasure is not here,\\nTis stor d above the highest sphere:\\nMethinks your wisdom guides amiss,\\nTo seek on earth a Christian s bliss\\nWe watch not now the lifeless stone\\nOur only Lord is risen and gone.\\nYet even the lifeless stone is dear\\nFor thoughts of Him who late lay here\\nAnd the base world, now Christ hath died,\\nEnnobled is and glorified.\\nwith inimitable art, fold within fold, have heard the voice of God in the gar-\\nden, and burst their cerements, and sprung forth in beauty, exulting in the life\\nHe has renewed to them. And the primroses too are up, round the foot of the\\nold cross, and the daisies and the cuckoo-flowers are awake, and, rising out\\nof their graves under every hedge, tell their tale of hope and the resur-\\nrection. Scenes in our Parish, by a Country Parson s Daughter.\\nm2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "154 Easter Day.\\nNo more a charnel-house, to fence\\nThe relics of lost innocence,\\nA vault of ruin and decay\\nTh imprisoning stone is roll d away.\\nTis now a cell, where angels use\\nTo come and go with heavenly news,\\nAnd in the ears of mourners say,\\nCome, see the place where Jesus lay:\\nTis now a fane, where Love can find\\nChrist every where embalm d and shrin d\\nAye gathering up memorials sweet,\\nWhere er she sets her duteous feet.\\nOh joy to Mary first allowed,\\nWhen rous d from weeping o er his shroud,\\nBy his own calm, soul-soothing tone,\\nBreathing her name, as still his own\\nJoy to the faithful Three renew d\\nAs their glad errand they pursued\\nHappy, who so Christ s word convey,\\nThat he may meet them on their way\\nSo is it still to holy tears,\\nIn lonely hours, Christ risen appears\\nIn social hours, who Christ would see,\\nMust turn all tasks to Charity.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "j onaag in faster OTeefc*\\nST. PETER AND CORNELIUS.\\nOf a truth, I perceive that God is no respecter of persons but in every\\nnation he thatfeareth him and worketh righteousness is accepted with him.\\nActs x.34, 35. [Scripture appointed as the Epistle for the day.]\\n[Almighty God, who through thine only begotten Son Jesus\\nChrist hast overcome death, and opened unto us the gate of ever-\\nlasting life; we humbly beseech thee, that as, by thy special grace\\npreventing us, thou dost put into our minds good desires so by\\nthy continual help we may bring the same to good effect, through\\nJesus Christ our Lord who liveth and reigneth with thee and the\\nHoly Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.]\\nGO up and watch the new-born rill\\nJust trickling from its mossy bed,\\nStreaking the heath-clad hill\\nWith a bright emerald thread.\\nCanst thou her bold career foretell,\\nWhat rocks she shall o erleap or rend,\\nHow far in Ocean s swell\\nHer freshening billows send", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "156 Monday in Easter Week.\\nPerchance that little brook shall flow\\nThe bulwark of some mighty realm,\\nBear navies to and fro\\nWith monarchs at their helm.\\nOr canst thou guess, how far away\\nSome sister nymph, beside her urn\\nReclining night and day,\\nMid reeds and mountain fern,\\nNurses her store, with thine to blend\\nWhen many a moor and glen are past,\\nThen in the wide sea end\\nTheir spotless lives at last\\nEven so, the coarse of prayer who knows?\\nIt springs in silence where it will,\\nSprings out of sight, and flows\\nAt first a lonely rill:\\nBut streams shall meet it by and by\\nFrom thousand sympathetic hearts,\\nTogether swelling high\\nTheir chant of many parts.\\nUnheard by all but angel ears\\nThe good Cornelius knelt alone,\\nNor dream d his prayers and tears\\nWould help a world undone.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Monday in Easter Week. 157\\nThe while upon his terrac d roof\\nThe lov d Apostle to his Lord\\nIn silent thought aloof\\nFor heavenly vision soar d.\\nFar o er the glowing western main*\\nHis wistful brow was upward rais d,\\nWhere, like an Angel s train,\\nThe burnish d water blaz d.\\nThe saint beside the ocean pray d,\\nThe soldier in his chosen bower,\\nWhere all his eye survey d\\nSeem d sacred in that hour.t\\nTo each unknown his brother s prayer,^\\nYet brethren true in dearest love\\nWere they and now they share\\nFraternal joys above.\\nThere daily through Christ s open gate\\nThey see the Gentile spirits press,\\nBrightening their high estate\\nWith dearer happiness.\\nPeter was at Joppa, on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean.\\nj The sacred peacefulness of prayer. Bishop Mant, Gospel Miracles.\\n2. 32.\\nJ i See the beautiful story of Cornelius, in Acts x.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "158 Monday in Easter Week.\\nWhat civic wreath for comrades sav d\\nShone ever with such deathless gleam,\\nOr when did perils brav d\\nSo sweet to veterans seem\\n^ttnstrag in IBmttv SOTrefc-\\nTHE SNOW DROP.\\nAnd they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy, and\\ndid run to bring His disciples word. St. Matthew xxviii. 8.\\n[Almighty God, who through thine only begotten Son Jesus\\nChrist hast overcome death, and opened unto us the gate of ever-\\nlasting life we humbly beseech thee, that as, by thy special grace\\npreventing us, thou dost put into our minds good desires; so by\\nthy continual help we may bring the same to good effect, through\\nJesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and\\nthe Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.~\\\\\\nTHOU first-born of the year s delight,*\\nPride of the dewy glade,\\nIn vernal green and virgin white,\\nThy vestal robes arrayed\\nWe catch the first flower of the season, too, the little snow drop\\n(galanthus nivalis), haply rearing its tiny bell, through the lingering snow,\\nunder some hedge or bank. Mudie s British Naturalist, vol. ii. p. 107.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in Easter Week. 159\\nTis not because thy drooping form\\nSinks graceful on its nest,\\nWhen chilly shades from gathering storm\\nAffright thy tender breast\\nNor for yon river islet wild\\nBeneath the willow spray,\\nWhere, like the ringlets of a child,\\nThou weav st thy circle gay\\nTis not for these I love thee dear\\nThy shy averted smiles\\nTo Fancy bode a joyous year,\\nOne of Life s fairy isles.\\nThey twinkle to the wintry moon,\\nAnd cheer th ungenial day,\\nAnd tell us, all will glisten soon\\nAs green and bright as they.\\nIs there a heart, that loves the spring,\\nTheir witness can refuse\\nYet mortals doubt, when angels bring\\nFrom heaven their Easter news\\nWhen holy maids and matrons speak\\nOf Christ s forsaken bed,\\nAnd voices, that forbid to seek\\nThe living mid the dead.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "160 Tuesday in Easter Week,\\nAnd when they say, Turn, wandering heart,\\nThy Lord is ris n indeed,\\nLet Pleasure go, put Care apart,\\nAnd to His presence speed\\nWe smile in scorn and yet we know\\nThey early sought the tomb,\\nTheir hearts, that now so freshly glow,\\nLost in desponding gloom.\\nThey who have sought, nor hope to find,\\nWear not so bright a glance\\nThey who have won their earthly mind,\\nLess reverently advance.\\nBut where, in gentle spirits, fear\\nAnd joy so duly meet,\\nThese sure have seen the angels near,\\nAnd kiss d the Saviour s feet.\\nNor let the Pastor s thankful eye\\nTheir faltering tale disdain,\\nAs on their lowly couch they lie,\\nPrisoners of want and pain.\\nO guide us, when our faithless hearts\\nFrom Thee would start aloof,\\nWhere Patience her sweet skill imparts\\nBeneath some cottage roof:", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in Easter Week, 161\\nRevive our dying fires, to burn\\nHigh as her anthems soar,\\nAnd of our scholars let us learn\\nOur own forgotten lore.\\niPtrst Stttrtrag after ZEmttv.\\nTHE RESTLESS PASTOR REPROVED.\\nSeemeth it but a small thing unto you, that the God of Israel hath separat-\\ned you from the congregation of Israel, to bring you near to Himself? JVum-\\nbers xvi. 9. [First Morning Lesson, Church of England.]\\n[Almighty Father, who hast given thine only Son to die for our\\nsins, and to rise again for our justification; grant us so to put\\naway the leaven of malice and wickedness, that we may always\\nserve thee in pureness of living and truth, through the merits of\\nthe same, thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.\\nFIRST Father of the holy seed,\\nIf yet, invok d in hour of need,\\nThou count me for thine own,\\nNot quite an outcast if I prove,\\n(Thou joy st in miracles of love)\\nHear, from thy mercy-throne\\nUpon thine altar s horn of gold\\nHelp me to lay my trembling hold,\\nN", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "162 First Sunday after Faster,\\nThough stain d with Christian gore\\nThe blood of souls by Thee redeem d,*\\nBut, while I rov d or idly dream d,\\nLost to be found no more.\\nFor oft, when summer leaves were bright,\\nAnd every flower was bath d in light,\\nIn sunshine moments past,\\nMy wilful heart would burst away\\nFrom where the holy shadow lay,\\nWhere Heaven my lot had cast.\\nI thought it scorn with Thee to dwell,\\nA Hermit in a silent cell,\\nWhile, gaily sweeping by,\\nWild Fancy blew his bugle strain,\\nAnd marshall d all his gallant train\\nIn the world s wondering eye.\\nI would have join d him but as oft\\nThy whisper d warnings, kind and soft,\\nMy better soul confess d.\\nBut if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet,\\nand the people be not warned if the sword come, and take any person\\nfrom among them, he is taken away in his iniquity, but his blood will I re-\\nquire at the watchman s hand. Eiekiel xxxiii. 6.\\nTake heed, therefore, unto yourselves, and to all the flock over the\\nwhich the Holy Ghost has made you overseers, to feed the Church of God.\\nwhich he hath \u00e2\u0080\u00a2purchased with his blood. Acts xx. 28.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Easter. 163\\nMy servant, let the world alone\\nSafe on the steps of Jesus throne\\nBe tranquil and he blest.\\nSeems it to thee a niggard hand\\nThat nearest Heaven has bade thee stand,\\nThe ark to touch and bear,\\nWith incense of pure heart s desire\\nTo heap the censer s sacred fire,\\nThe snow-white Ephod wear?\\nWhy should we crave the worldling s wreath,*\\nOn whom the Saviour deign d to breathe,\\nTo whom his keys were given,\\nWho lead the choir where angels meet,\\nWith angels food our brethren greet,\\nAnd pour the drink of Heaven\\nWhen sorrow all our heart would ask,\\nWe need not shun our daily task,\\nAnd hide ourselves for calm\\nThe herbs we seek to heal our woe\\nFamiliar by our pathway grow,\\nOur common air is balm.\\nCan there be imagined a more eloquent delineation of the pure and\\nexalted pleasures of the pastoral office than is afforded in the lines which\\nfollow or a pastoral heart that is not moved by them to deeper gratitude\\nand more devoted earnestness J", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "164 First Sunday after Easter.\\nAround each pure domestic shrine\\nBright flowers of Eden bloom and twine,\\nOur hearths are altars all;\\nThe prayers of hungry souls and poor,\\nLike armed angels at the door,\\nOur unseen foes appal.\\nAlms all around and hymns within\\nWhat evil eye can entrance win\\nWhere guards like these abound\\nIf chance some heedless heart should roam,\\nSure, thought of these will lure it home\\nEre lost in Folly s round.\\nO joys, that sweetest in decay,\\nFall not, like wither d leaves, away,\\nBut with the silent breath\\nOf violets drooping one by one,\\nSoon as their fragrant task is done,\\nAre wafted high in death I", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Sbecontr Stwtrag after TEuxtn.\\nBALAAM.\\nHe hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the knowledge,\\nof the Most High which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling into a\\ntrance, but having his eyes open I shall see him, but not now I shall be-\\nhold him, but not nigh there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre\\nshall arise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all\\nthe children of Sheth. Numbers xxiv. 16, 17. [First Morning Lesson,\\nChurch of England.]\\n[Almighty God, who hast given thine only Son to be unto us\\nboth a sacrifice for sin, and also an ensample of godly life give\\nus grace that we may always most thankfully receive that, his\\ninestimable benefit, and also daily endeavour ourselves to follow\\nthe blessed steps of his most holy life, through the same, Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.]\\nO FOR a sculptor s hand,\\nThat thou might st take thy stand,*\\nThy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze,\\nThy tranc d yet open gaze\\nFix d on the desert haze,\\nAs one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees.\\nThe prophet Balaam.\\nn2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "166 Second Sunday after Easter.\\nIn outline dim and vast\\nTheir fearful shadows cast\\nThe giant forms of empires on their way\\nTo ruin one by one\\nThey tower and they are gone,\\nYet in the Prophet s soul the dreams of avarice stay.*\\nNo sun or star so bright\\nIn all the world of light\\nThat they should draw to heaven his downward eye\\nHe hears th Almighty s word,\\nHe sees the angel s sword,\\nYet low upon the earth his heart and treasure lie.\\nLo from yon argent field,\\nTo him and us reveal d,\\nOne gentle star glides down, on earth to dwell.\\nChain d as they are below\\nOur eyes may see it glow,\\nAnd as it mounts again, may track its brightness well.\\nTo him it glar d afar,\\nA token of wild war,\\nThe banner of his Lord s victorious wrath\\nBut close to us it gleams,\\nIts soothing lustre streams\\nAround our homers green walls, and on our church-way\\npath.\\nBalaam, the son of Bosor, who loved the wages of unrighteous-\\nness. S Peter ii. 15.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Easter. 167\\nWe in the tents abide\\nWhich he at distance eyed\\nLike goodly cedars by the waters spread,\\nWhile seven red altar-fires*\\nRose up in wavy spires,\\nWhere on the mount he watch d his sorceries dark and\\ndread.\\nHe watch d till morning s ray\\nOn lake and meadow lay,\\nAnd willow-shaded streams, that silent sweep\\nAround the banner d lines,f\\nWhere by their several signs\\nThe desert-wearied tribes in sight of Canaan sleep.\\nHe watch d till knowledge came\\nUpon his soul like flame,\\nNot of those magic fires at random caught\\nBut true prophetic light\\nFlash d o er him, high and bright,\\nFlash d once, and died away, and left his darken d\\nthought.\\nAnd can he choose but fear,\\nWho feels his God so near,\\nThat when he fain would curse, his powerless tongue\\nBuild me here seven altars. Numbers xxxiii. 1.\\nf And Balaam lifted up his eyes, and he saw Israel abiding in his\\ntents, according to their tribes. Numbers xxiv. 2.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "168 Second Sunday after Easter.\\nIn blessing only moves\\nAlas the world he loves\\nToo close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung.\\nSceptre and Star divine,*\\nWho in thine inmost shrine\\nHast made us worshippers, claim thine own\\nMore than thy seers we know\\nO teach our love to grow\\nUp to thy heavenly light, and reap what Thou hast sown.\\nThere shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out\\nof Israel prophetic types of the Messiah.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "arfurtr \u00c2\u00abStMirag after TBunttv.\\nLANGUOR AND TRAVAIL.\\nA woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come\\nbut when she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the an-\\nguish, for joy that a man is born into the world. St. John xvi. 21. [Gospel\\nfor the day.]\\n[Almighty God, who showest to them that are in error the\\nlight of thy truth, to the intent that they may return into the\\nway of righteousness grant unto all those who are admitted into\\nthe fellowship of Christ s religion, that they may avoid those\\nthings that are contrary to their profession, and follow all such\\nthings as are agreeable to the same, through our Lord Jesus\\nChrist. Amen.]\\nWELL may I guess and feel\\nWhy Autumn should be sad\\nBut vernal airs should sorrow heal,\\nSpring should be gay and glad\\nKeble is a dear lover of the spring. It is in harmony with his Chris-\\ntian hopes, and it indulges in him that keen and grateful love of life which\\nbreathes in all he writes. That is the grand time of observation, says\\none of nature s shrewdest observers, the busy season with all nature, in\\nevery thing that grows and lives. How countless are the millions of little", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "170 Third Sunday after Easter,\\nYet as along this violet bank I rove,\\nThe languid sweetness seems to choke my breath,\\nI sit me down beside the hazel grove,\\nAnd sigh, and half could wish my weariness were death.\\nbuds, which one of these showering and shining days brings into leaf*\\nThey are fresh and washed by the shower; and when the warmth comes,\\nyou would absolutely think that you can both see and hear them cracking\\ntheir scaly cases in which they were confined and protected for the winter\\nand that the little green tufts were toiling, like living and rational creatures,\\nat strife, which should produce the finest shoot, and the fairest blossom.\\nThen the whisking wings and the thrilling throats are, apparently, enough\\nto put the air into a state of commotion. And they are all in the act of\\nbeautifying nature too some are plucking the dry grass so that the fields\\nmay look green others are gathering up the withered sticks others, again,\\nthe lost feathers and hairs and others, still, are pulling the lichens from the\\nbark of the trees. The merles and the mavises are running under the\\nhedges and the evergreens in the shrubbery, and capturing the snails in\\ntheir winter habitations, before they have had time to prepare those hordes\\nwhich would be the pest of the gardeners for the whole season. Other birds\\nare inspecting the buds in the orchard, and picking off every one which con-\\ntains a caterpillar or a nest of eggs, that would pour forth their destructive\\nhorde, and render the whole tree lifeless. Yonder again are the rooks,\\nclearing the meadow of the young cockchafers, which the heat has brought\\nnearer to the surface and which, if they were to remain there, would soon\\nbegin to eat the roots of the grass to such extent that the turf would peel off\\nas easily as the withered tunic of an onion. Some of them come from a dis-\\ntance too, for there are the white sea-gulls, with their long bent wings and\\ntheir wailing screams, busy in the same field with the ploughmen, and\\npicking up the animal weeds, while the ploughs are turning down the\\nvegetable ones. All the countless races of that time of labour and of love,\\nboth native and visitant, are busy following their own purpose, or rather\\nthe law of their being, for they form no purpose of their own, or they would\\nsometimes commit errors of judgment as we do, but they do not. Mudie^s\\nObservation of Nature, pp. 177, 178.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday after JE aster. 171\\nLike a bright veering cloud\\nGray blossoms twinkle there,\\nWarbles around a busy crowd\\nOf larks in purest air.\\nShame on the heart that dreams of blessings gone,\\nOr wakes the spectral forms of woe and crime,\\nWhen nature sings of joy and hope alone,\\nReading her cheerful lesson in her own sweet time.\\nNor let the proud heart say,\\nIn her self-torturing hour,\\nThe travail pangs must have their way,\\nThe aching brow must lower.\\nTo us long since the glorious Child is born,\\nOur throes should be forgot, or only seem\\nLike a sad vision told for joy at morn,\\nFor joy that we have wak d and found it but a dream.\\nMysterious to all thought\\nA mother s prime of bliss,\\nWhen to her eager lips is brought\\nHer infant s thrilling kiss.\\nO never shall it set, the sacred light\\nWhich dawns that moment on her tender gaze,\\nIn the eternal distance blending bright\\nHer darling s hope and hers, for love and joy and praise.\\nNo need for her to weep\\nLike Thracian wives of yore,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "172 Third Sunday after Easter.\\nSave when in rapture still and deep\\nHer thankful heart runs o er.\\nThey mourn d to trust their treasure on the main,\\nSure of the storm, unknowing of their guide\\nWelcome to her the peril and the pain,\\nFor well she knows the home where they may safely\\nhide.\\nShe joys that one is born\\nInto a world forgiven,\\nHer Father s household to adorn,\\nAnd dwell with her in heaven.\\nSo have I seen, in spring s bewitching hour,\\nWhen the glad earth is offering all her best,\\nSome gentle maid bend o er a cherish d flower,\\nAnd wish it worthier on a Parent s heart to rest.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "jFourtfi Stwtrag after 2Saster,\\nTHE DOVE ON THE CROSS.\\nNevertheless, I tell you the truth it is expedient for you that I go away\\nfor if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you: but if I depart,\\nI will send him unto you. St. John xvi. 7. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[O Almighty God, who alone canst order the unruly wills and\\naffections of sinful men grant unto thy people, that they may\\nlove the thing which thou commandest, and desire that which\\nthou dost promise that so, among the sundry and manifold\\nchanges of the world, our hearts may surely there be fixed, where\\ntrue joys are to be found, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nMY Saviour, can it ever be\\nThat I should gain by losing Thee\\nThe watchful mother tarries nigh\\nThough sleep have clos d her infant s eye,\\nFor should he wake, and find her gone,\\nShe knows she could not bear his moan.\\nBut I am weaker than a child,\\nAnd Thou art more than mother dear\\nWithout Thee Heaven were but a wild\\nHow can I live without Thee here\\no", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "174 Fourth Sunday after Easter,\\nTis good for you, that I should go,\\nYou lingering yet awhile below;\\nTis thine own gracious promise, Lord\\nThy saints have prov d the faithful word,\\nWhen Heaven s bright boundless avenue\\nFar open d on their eager view,\\nAnd homeward to thy Father s throne,\\nStill lessening, brightening on their sight,\\nThy shadowy car went soaring on\\nThey track d Thee up th abyss of light.\\nThou bidd st rejoice they dare not mourn,\\nBut to their home in gladness turn,\\nTheir home and God s, that favour d place,\\nWhere still he shines on Abraham s race,\\nIn prayers and blessings there to wait\\nLike suppliants at their monarch s gate,\\nWho bent with bounty rare to aid\\nThe splendours of his crowning day,\\nKeeps back awhile his largess, made\\nMore welcome for that brief delay\\nIn doubt they wait, but not unblest\\nThey doubt not of their Master s rest,\\nNor of the gracious will of Heaven\\nWho gave his Son, sure all has given*\\nHe who spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all,\\nhow shall he sot with him also freely give us all things. Romans viii.32.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Easter. 175\\nBut in ecstatic awe they muse\\nWhat course the genial stream may choose,\\nAnd far and wide their fancies rove,\\nAnd to their height of wonder strain,\\nWhat secret miracle of love\\nShould make their Saviour s going gain.\\nThe days of hope and prayer are past,\\nThe day of comfort dawns at last,\\nThe everlasting gates again\\nRoll back, and lo a royal train\\nFrom the far depth of light once more\\nThe floods of glory earthward pour\\nThey part like shower-drops in mid air,\\nBut ne er so soft fell noon-tide shower,\\nNor evening rainbow gleam d so fair\\nTo weary swains in parehed bower.\\nSwiftly and straight each tongue of flame*\\nThrough cloud and breeze unwavering came,\\nAnd darted to its place of rest\\nOn some meek brow of Jesus blest.\\nNor fades it yet, that living gleam,\\nAnd still those lambent lightnings stream\\nWhere er the Lord is, there are they\\nIn every heart that gives them room,\\nThere appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it sat\\nupon each of them. Acts ii. 3.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "176 Fourth Sunday after Easter.\\nThey light His altar every day,\\nZeal to inflame, and vice consume.\\nSoft as the plumes of Jesus Dove\\nThey nurse the soul to heavenly love\\nThe struggling spark of good within,\\nJust smother d in the strife of sin,\\nThey quicken to a timely glow,\\nThe pure flame spreading high and low*\\nSaid I, that prayer and hope were o er\\nNay, blessed Spirit but by Thee\\nThe Church s prayer finds wings to soar,\\nThe Church s hope finds eyes to see.\\nThen, fainting soul, arise and sing\\nMount, but be sober on the wing\\nMount up, for Heaven is won by prayer,\\nBe sober, for thou art not there;\\nTill Death the weary spirit free,\\nThy God hath said, Tis good for thee\\nTo walk by faith and not by sight\\nTake it on trust a little while\\nSoon shalt thou read the mystery right\\nIn the full sunshine of His smile.\\nOr if thou yet more knowledge crave,\\nAsk thine own heart, that willing slave\\nTo all that works thee woe or harm\\nShould st thou not need some mighty charm", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Easter. Ill\\nTo win thee to thy Saviour s side,\\nThough He had deign d with thee to bide\\nThe Spirit must stir the darkling deep,\\nThe Dove must settle on the Cross,\\nElse we should all sin on or sleep\\nWith Christ in sight, turning our gain to loss.\\niFtCtfi SttitiJag after 3Easter.\\nROGATION SUNDAY.*\\nAnd the Lord was very angry with Aaron to have destroyed him and I\\nprayed for Aaron also the same time. Deut. ix. 20.\\n[O Lord, from whom all good things do come grant to us, thy\\nhumble servants, that by thy holy inspiration we may think those\\nthings that are good, and by thy merciful guiding may perform\\nthe same, through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.]\\nNOW is there solemn pause in earth and heaven\\nThe Conqueror now\\nHis bonds hath riven,\\nRogation Sunday is that which next precedes Ascension Day. The\\nthree intervening days, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, are called Roga-\\ntion days, from a Latin word signifying to beseech, because for those days\\nextraordinary prayers were provided, especially for a blessing on the fruits\\nof the earth, and for exemption from war and pestilence. They retain their\\nplace in the calendar of the Church of England.\\no 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "178 Fifth Sunday after Easter.\\nAnd Angels wonder why he stays below\\nYet hath not man his lesson learn d,\\nHow endless love should be return d.\\nBeep is the silence as of summer noon,*\\nWhen a soft shower\\nWill trickle soon,\\nA gracious rain, freshening the weary bower\\nO sweetly then far off is heard\\nThe clear note of some lonely bird.\\nSo let thy turtle-dove s sad call arise\\nIn doubt and fear\\nThrough darkening skies,\\nAnd pierce, O Lord, thy justly sealed ear,\\nWhere on the house-top, t all night long,\\nShe trills her widow d, faltering song.\\nTeach her to know and love her hour of prayer,\\nAnd evermore,\\nAs faith grows rare,\\nUnlock her heart, and offer all its store\\nIn holier love and humbler vows,\\nAs suits a lost returning spouse.\\nWhen the air is still, and the smoke ascends in tall columns with-\\nout blending much with the air, it is a sign of rain. Mudie s Contemplation\\nof Nature, p. 174.\\nPsalmcii.7.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Easter. 179\\nNot as at first,* but with intenser cry,\\nUpon the mount\\nShe now must lie,\\nTill thy dear love to blot the sad account\\nOf her rebellious race be won,\\nPitying the mother in the son.\\nBut chiefly (for she knows thee anger d worst\\nBy holiest things\\nProfan d and curst),\\nChiefly for Aaron s seed she spreads her wings,\\nIf but one leaf she may from Thee\\nWin of the reconciling tree.\\nFor what shall heal, when holy water banes\\nOr who may guide\\nO er desert plains\\nThy lov d yet sinful people wandering wide,\\nIf Aaron s hand unshrinking mouldt\\nAn idol form of earthly gold\\nTherefore her tears are bitter, and as deep\\nHer boding sigh,\\nAs, while men sleep,\\nSad hearted mothers heave, that wakeful lie,\\nTo muse upon some darling child\\nRoaming in youth s uncertain wild.\\nDeut. ix. 23. I fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as\\nI fell down at the first,\\nf Exodus xxxii. 4.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "180 Fifth Sunday after Easter.\\nTherefore on fearful dreams her inward sight\\nIs fain to dwell\\nWhat lurid light\\nShall the last darkness of the world dispel,\\nThe Mediator in his wrath\\nDescending down the lightning s path.\\nYet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,\\nIn act to break*\\nThine outrag d laws,\\nO spare thy rebels for thine own dear sake\\nWithdraw thine hand, nor dash to earth\\nThe covenant of our second birth.\\nTis forfeit like the first we own it all-\\nYet for love s sake,\\nLet it not fall\\nBut at thy touch let veiled hearts awake,\\nThat nearest to thine altar lie,\\nYet least of holy things descry.\\nTeacher of teachers Priest of priests from Thee\\nThe sweet strong prayer\\nMust rise, to free\\nFirst Levi, then all Israel, from the snare.\\nThou art our Moses out of sight\\nSpeak for us, or we perish quite.\\nExodus xxxii. 19.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00aencmuion Hag/\\nWiiy stand ye gazing up into Heaven This same Jesus, which is taken\\nup from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him\\ngo into heaven. Acts i. 11. [Scripture appointed as the Epistle for the day.]\\n[Grant, we beseech thee, Almighty God, that like as we do be-\\nlieve thy only begotten Son our Lord Jesus Christ to have as-\\ncended into the heavens so we may also in heart and mind\\nthither ascend, and with him continually dwell, who liveth and\\nreigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, world without\\nend. Amen.]\\nSOFT cloud, that while the breeze of May-\\nChants her glad matins in the leafy arch,\\nDraw st thy bright veil across the heavenly way,\\nMeet pavement for an angel s glorious march :t\\nThe fortieth day from Easter Sunday, which is always Thursday, is\\ncelebrated in commemoration of the Ascension of our Lord into heaven.\\nt \u00c2\u00aelouTrs.\\nCloud land Gorgeous land\\nColeridge.\\nI cannot look above and see\\nYon high-piled pillowy mass", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "182 Ascension Day.\\nMy soul is envious of mine eye,\\nThat it should soar and glide with thee so fast,\\nThe while my grovelling thoughts half buried lie 9\\nOr lawless roam around this earthly waste.\\nOf evening clouds, so swimmingly,\\nIn gold and purple pass,\\nAnd think not, Lord, how Thou wast seen\\nOn Israel s desert way\\nBefore them, in thy shadowy screen,\\nPavilioned all the day\\nOr, of those robes of gorgeous hue,\\nWhich the Redeemer wore,\\nWhen ravished from his followers view,\\nAloft his flight he bore,\\nWhen lifted, as on mighty wing,\\nHe curtained his ascent,\\nAnd wrapt in clouds, went triumphing\\nAbove the firmament.\\nIs it a trail of that same pall\\nOf many coloured dies,\\nThat high above, o er-mantling all,\\nHangs midway down the skies\\nOr borders of those sweeping folds\\nWhich shall be all unfurled\\nAbout the Saviour, when he holds\\nHis judgment on the world\\nFor in like manner as he went,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy soul, hast thou forgot\\nShall be his terrible descent,\\nWhen man expecteth not\\nStrength, Son of man, against that hour,\\nBe to our spirits given,\\nWhen thou shalt come again with power,\\nUpon the clouds of heaven\\nRev. William CroswelL", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "Ascension Day. 183\\nChains of my heart, avaunt I say\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI will arise, and in the strength of love\\nPursue the bright track ere it fade away,\\nMy Saviour s pathway to his home above.\\nSure, when I reach the point where earth\\nMelts into nothing from th uncumber d sight,\\nHeaven will o ercome th attraction of my birth,\\nAnd I shall sink in yonder sea of light\\nTill resting by th incarnate Lord,\\nOnce bleeding, now triumphant for my sake,\\nI mark him, how by seraph hosts ador d\\nHe to earth s lowest cares is still awake.\\nThe sun and every vassal star,\\nAll space beyond the soar of Angel wings,\\nWait on his word and yet he stays his car\\nFor every sigh a contrite suppliant brings.\\nHe listens to the silent tear\\nFor all the anthems of the boundless skyt\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd shall our dreams of music bar our ear\\nTo His soul-piercing voice for ever nigh 1\\nThere is a point in space where, the attraction of the earth being\\novercome, a body reaching it would be carried out of the earth s orbit. The\\nexistence of such a point, in reference to the soul, is here beautifully sug-\\ngested\\nNotwithstanding all the anthems of the boundless sky.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "184 Ascension Day.\\nNay, gracious Saviour but as now\\nOur thoughts have trac d Thee to thy glory-throne,\\nSo help us evermore with Thee to bow\\nWhere human sorrow breathes her lowly moan.\\nWe must not stand to gaze too long,\\nThough on unfolding Heaven our gaze we bend,\\nWhere lost behind the bright angelic throng\\nWe see Christ s entering triumph slow ascend.\\nNo fear but we shall soon behold,\\nFaster than now it fades, that gleam revive,\\nWhen issuing from his cloud of fiery gold\\nOur wasted frames feel the true sun, and live.\\nThen shall we see Thee as Thou art,*\\nFor ever fix d in no unfruitful gaze,\\nBut such as lifts the new created heart,\\nAge after age, in worthier love and praise.\\nWhen he shall appear, we shall be like him, for we shall see him\\nas he is. 1 John Hi. 2.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "Sttntraa after \u00c2\u00aenctti8iim.\\nAs every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to\\nanother, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 1 St. Peter iv. 10.\\n[Epistle for the day.]\\n[O God, the king of glory, who hast exalted thine only Son\\nJesus Christ with great triumph unto thy kingdom in heaven\\nwe beseech thee leave us not comfortless but send to us thine\\nHoly Ghost to comfort us, and exalt us unto the same place\\nwhither our Saviour Christ is gone before who liveth and reign-\\neth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end.\\nAmen.\\nTHE Earth that in her genial breast\\nMakes for the down a kindly nest,\\nWhere wafted by the warm south-west\\nIt floats at pleasure,\\nYields, thankful, of her very best,\\nTo nurse her treasure\\nTrue to her trust, tree, herb, or reed,\\nShe renders for each scatter d seed,\\nAnd to her Lord with duteous heed\\nGives large increase\\np", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "186 Sunday after Ascension.\\nThus year by year she works unfeed,\\nAnd will not cease.\\nWoe worth these barren hearts of ours,\\nWhere Thou hast set celestial flowers,\\nAnd water d with more balmy showers,\\nThan e er distill d\\nIn Eden, on th ambrosial bowers\\nYet nought we yield.\\nLargely Thou givest, gracious Lord,\\nLargely thy gifts should be restor d\\nFreely Thou givest, and thy word\\nIs, freely give,\\nHe only, who forgets to hoard,\\nHas learn d to live.\\nWisely Thou givest all around\\nThine equal rays are resting found,\\nYet varying so on various ground\\nThey pierce and strike,\\nThat not two roseate cups are crown d\\nWith dew alike\\nEven so, in silence, likest Thee,\\nSteals on soft-handed Charity,\\nTempering her gifts, that seem so free,\\nBy time and place,\\nSt. Matt. x. 8.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "Sunday after Ascension. 187\\nTill not a woe the bleak world see,\\nBut finds her grace\\nEyes to the blind, and to the lame\\nFeet, and to sinners wholesome blame,\\nTo starving bodies food and flame\\nBy turns she brings,\\nTo humbled souls, that sink for shame,\\nLends heaven-ward wings\\nLeads them the way our Saviour went,\\nAnd shows Love s treasure yet unspent\\nAs when th unclouded heavens were rent\\nOpening his road,\\nNor yet his Holy Spirit sent\\nTo our abode.\\nTen days th eternal doors display d*\\nWere wondering (so th Almighty bade)\\nWhom Love enthron d would send, in aid\\nOf souls that mourn,\\nLeft orphans in Earth s dreary shade\\nAs soon as born.\\nOpen they stand, that prayers in throngs\\nMay rise on high, and holy songs,\\nTen days intervened between the ascension of the Saviour, and the\\ndescent of the Comforter.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "188 Sunday after Ascension.\\nSuch incense as of right belongs\\nTo the true shrine,\\nWhere stands the Healer of all wrongs\\nIn light divine\\nThe golden censer in his hand,\\nHe offers hearts from every land,\\nTied to his own by gentlest band\\nOf silent Love\\nAbout Him winged blessings stand\\nIn act to move.\\nA little while, and they shall fleet\\nFrom Heaven to Earth, attendants meet\\nOn the life-giving Paraclete\\nSpeeding his flight,\\nWith all that sacred is and sweet,\\nOn saints to light.\\nApostles, Prophets, Pastors, all\\nShall feel the shower of Mercy fall,\\nAnd starting at th Almighty s call,\\nGive what He gave,\\nTill their high deeds the world appall\\nAnd sinners save*", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "gi liftmutimg**\\nAnd suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty\\nwind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting: and there appear-\\ned unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them\\nand they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Acts ii. 2, 3. [Scripture for\\nthe Epistle.]\\n[O God, who as at this time didst teach the hearts of thy faith-\\nful people, by sending to them the light of thy Holy Spirit; grant\\nus by the same Spirit to have a right judgment in all things, and\\nevermore to rejoice in his holy comfort, through the merits of\\nChrist Jesus our Saviour, who liveth and reigneth with thee, ia\\nthe unity of the same Spirit, one God, world without end.\\nAmen.]\\nWHEN God of old came down from Heaven,\\nIn power and wrath He came\\nBefore his feet the clouds were riven,\\nHalf darkness and half flame\\nThis festival is designed to commemorate the descent of the Holy\\nGhost on the Apostles in the shape of cloven fiery tongues. It took place on\\nthe Jewish feast of Pentecost, the anniversary of the giving of the law at\\nMount Sinai. The practice in the primitive Church of receiving catechu-\\nmens generally to baptism on this day, clad in white robes, probably gave\\noccasion to its name of white, or, by contraction, Whitsunday.\\np2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "190 Whitsunday.\\nAround the trembling mountain s base\\nThe prostrate people lay\\nA day of wrath, and not of grace\\nA dim and dreadful day.\\nBut when he came the second time,\\nHe came in power and love,\\nSofter than gale at morning prime\\nHover d his holy Dove.\\nThe fires that rush d on Sinai down\\nIn sudden torrents dread,\\nNow gently light, a glorious crown,\\nOn every sainted head.\\nLike arrows went those lightnings forth\\nWing d with the sinner s doom,\\nBut these, like tongues, o er all the earth\\nProclaiming life to come\\nAnd as on Israel s awe-struck ear\\nThe voice exceeding loud,\\nThe trump, that angels quake to hear,\\nThrill d from the deep, dark cloud,\\nSo, when the Spirit of our God\\nCame down his flock to find,\\nA voice from heaven was heard abroad,\\nA rushing, mighty wind.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "Whitsunday. 191\\nNor dotH the outward ear alone\\nAt that high warning start\\nConscience gives back th appalling tone\\nTis echoed in the heart.\\nIt fills the Church of God it fills\\nThe sinful world around\\nOnly in stubborn hearts and wills\\nNo place for it is found.\\nTo other strains our souls are set\\nA giddy whirl of sin\\nFills ear and brain, and will not let\\nHeaven s harmonies come in.\\nCome Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power,\\nOpen our ears to hear\\nLet us not miss th accepted hour\\nSave, Lord, by Love or Fear.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "J^fontrag tn WhitmfeW ztk.\\nTHE CITY OP CONFUSION.\\nSo the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of ^11 the\\nearth: and they left off to build the city. Genesis xi. 8. [First Morning\\nLesson.]\\n[O God, who as at this time didst teach the hearts of thy faith-\\nful people, by sending to them the light of thy Holy Spirit grant\\nus by the same Spirit to have a right judgment in all things,\\nand evermore to rejoice in his holy comfort, through the merits of\\nChrist Jesus our Saviour, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in\\nthe unity of the same Spirit, one God, world without end. Amm.~\\\\\\nSINCE all that is not heav n must fade,\\nLight be the hand of Ruin laid\\nUpon the home I love\\nWith lulling spell let soft Decay\\nSteal on, and spare the giant sway,\\nThe crash of tower and grove.\\nFar opening down some woodland deep\\nIn their own quiet glade should sleep\\nThe relics dear to thought,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "Monday in Whitsun-Weeh. 193\\nAnd wild-flower wreaths from side to side\\nTheir waving tracery hang, to hide\\nWhat ruthless Time has wrought.\\nSuch are the visions green and sweet\\nThat o er the wistful fancy fleet\\nIn Asia s sea-like plain,\\nWhere slowly, round his isles of sand,\\nEuphrates through the lonely land\\nWinds toward the pearly main.\\nSlumber is there, but not of rest\\nThere her forlorn and weary nest\\nThe famish d hawk has found,\\nThe wild dog howls at fall of night,\\nThe serpent s rustling coils affright\\nThe traveller on his round.\\nWhat shapeless form, half lost on high,*\\nHalf seen against the evening sky,\\nSeems like a ghost to glide,\\nAnd watch, from Babel s crumbling heap,\\nWhere in her shadow, fast asleep,\\nLies fall n imperial Pride\\nSee Sir R. K. Porter s Travels, ii. 387. In my second visit to Birs\\nNimrood, my party suddenly halted, having descried several dark objects\\nmoving along the summit of its hill, which they construed into dismounted\\nArabs on the look out: I took out my glass to examine, and soon distin-\\nguished that the causes of our alarm were two or three majestic lions, taking\\nthe air upon the heights of the pyramid.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "194 Monday in Whitsun-Weeh.\\nWith half-closed eye a lion there\\nIs basking in his noontide lair,\\nOr prowls in twilight gloom.\\nThe golden city s king he seems,\\nSuch as in old prophetic dreams*\\nSprang from rough ocean s womb.\\nBut where are now his eagle wings,\\nThat shelter d erst a thousand kings,\\nHiding the glorious sky\\nFrom half the nations, till they own\\nNo holier name, no mightier throne\\nThat vision is gone by.\\nQuench d is the golden statue s ray,f\\nThe breath of heaven has blown away\\nWhat toiling earth had pil d,\\nScattering wise heart and crafty hand,\\nAs breezes strew on ocean s sand\\nThe fabrics of a child.\\nDivided thence through every age\\nThy rebels, Lord, their warfare wage,\\nAnd hoarse and jarring all\\nMount up their heaven assailing cries\\nTo thy bright watchmen in the skies\\nFrom Babel s shatter d wall.\\nDaniel vii. 4. f Daniel ii. and iii.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "Monday in Whitsun-Week. 195\\nThrice only since, with blended might*\\nThe nations on that haughty height\\nHave met to scale the heaven\\nThrice only might a Seraph s look\\nA moment s shade of sadness brook\\nSuch power to guilt was given.\\nNow the fierce Bear and Leopard keent\\nAre perish d as they ne er had been,\\nOblivion is their home\\nAmbition s boldest dream and last\\nMust melt before the clarion blast\\nThat sounds the dirge of Rome.\\nHeroes and Kings, obey the charm,\\nWithdraw the proud high-reaching arm,\\nThere is an oath on high,\\nThat ne er on brow of mortal birth\\nShall blend again the crowns of earth,\\nNor in according cry\\nHer many voices mingling own\\nOne tyrant Lord, one idol throne\\nBut to His triumph soon\\nHe shall descend, who rules above,\\nThe allusions throughout this piece are to the four universal empires\\npredicted in the book of Daniel, and to the establishment of Christ s pro-\\nmised spiritual kingdom on the ruins of them all. The sentiment of the\\nlast three lines is truly sublime.\\nf Daniel vii. 5, 6.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "196 Monday in fVhitsun-Weeh.\\nAnd the pure language of His love*\\nAll tongues of men shall tune.\\nNor let Ambition heartless mourn\\nWhen Babel s very ruins burn,\\nHer high desires may breathe\\nO ercome thyself, and thou may st share\\nWith Christ his Father s throne,t and wear\\nThe world s imperial wreath.\\nZephaniah iii. 9. Then will I turn to the people a pure language,\\nthat they may all call upon the name of the Lord, to serve him with one\\nconsent.\\nt Revelations iii. 21. To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with\\nme in my throne/", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "arttestrag in 2imttmtu=21?eefc*\\nHOLY ORDERS.\\nWhen He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before them. Si. John\\nX.4. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[O God, who as at this time didst teach the hearts of thy faith-\\nful people, by sending to them the light of thy Holy Spirit\\ngrant us by the same Spirit to have a right judgment in all things,\\nand evermore to rejoice in his holy comfort, through the merits\\nof Jesus Christ our Saviour, who liveth and reigneth with thee,\\nin the unity of the same Spirit, one God, world without end.\\nAmen.\\n{Addressed to Candidates for Ordination.)\\nLORD, in thy field I work all day,\\nI read, I teach, I warn, I pray,\\nAnd yet these wilful wandering sheep\\nWithin thy fold I cannot keep.\\na\\nI journey, yet no step is won\\nAlas the weary course I run\\nQ", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "198 Tuesday in Whitsun-Week.\\nLike sailors ship wreck d in their dreams*\\nAll powerless and benighted seems.\\nWhat wearied out with half a life\\nScar d with this smooth unbloody strife\\nThink where thy coward hopes had flown\\nHad Heaven held out the martyr s crown.\\nHow could st thou hang upon the cross,\\nTo whom a weary hour is loss\\nOr how the thorns and scourging brook.\\nWho shrinkest from a scornful look\\nYet ere thy craven spirit faints,\\nHear thine own King, the King of saints\\nThough thou wert toiling in the grave,\\n*Tis He can cheer thee, He can save.\\nHe is th eternal mirror bright,\\nWhere angels view the Father s light,\\nAnd yet in Him the simplest swain\\nMay read his homely lesson plain.\\nEarly to quit his home on earth,\\nAnd claim his high celestial birth,\\nAlone with his true Father found*\\nWithin the temple s solemn round\\nWist ye not that I must be about my Father s business", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in Whit sun-Week. 199\\nYet in meek duty to abide\\nFor many a year at Mary s side,*\\nNor heed, though restless spirits ask,\\nWhat hath the Christ forgot his task\\nConscious of Deity within,\\nTo bow before an heir of sin,\\nWith folded arms on humble breast,\\nBy his own servant wash d and blest it-\\nThen full of Heaven, the mystic Dove\\nHovering his gracious brow above,\\nTo shun the voice and eye of praise,\\nAnd in the wild his trophies raise\\nWith hymns of angels in his ears,\\nBack to his task of woe and tears,\\nUnmurmuring through the world to roam\\nWith not a wish or thought at home\\nAll but himself to heal and save,\\nTill ripen d for the cross and grave\\nHe to His Father gently yield\\nThe breath that our redemption seal d\\nAnd lie went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was\\nsubject unto them but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart.\\nt John the Baptist, by whom Jesus was baptized.\\nFrom his baptism, Jesus went up into the wilderness, where he was\\ntempted.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "200 Tuesday in Whitsun-Week.\\nThen to unearthly life arise,\\nYet not at once to seek the skies,\\nBut glide awhile from saint to saint,\\nLest on our lonely way we faint\\nAnd through the cloud by glimpses show\\nHow bright, in Heaven, the marks will glow\\nOf the true cross, imprinted deep\\nBoth on the Shepherd and the sheep:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen out of sight, in heart and prayer\\nThy chosen people still to bear,\\nAnd from behind thy glorious veil,\\nShed light that cannot change or fail\\nThis is thy pastoral course, O Lord,\\nTill we be sav d, and Thou ador d;\\nThy course and ours but who are they\\nWho follow on the narrow way\\nAnd yet of Thee from year to year\\nThe Church s solemn chant we hear,\\nAs from thy cradle to thy throne\\nShe swells her high heart-cheering tone.\\nListen, ye pure white-robed souls,\\nW T hom in her list she now enrolls,\\nAnd gird ye for your high emprize\\nBy these her thrilling minstrelsies.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in Whit sun- Week. 201\\nAnd wheresoe er, in earth s wide field,\\nYe lift, for Him, the red-cross shield,\\nBe this your song, your joy and pride\\nOur Champion went before and died.\\nQtfnftg Suntrag.\\nIf I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe\\nif I tell you of heavenly things St. John iii. 12.\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, who hast given unto us, thy\\nservants, grace, by the confession of a true faith, to acknowledge\\nthe glory of the eternal Trinity, and in the power of the divine\\nMajesty to worship the Unity we beseech thee that thou wouldst\\nkeep us steadfast in this faith, and evermore defend us from all\\nadversities, who livest and reignest, one God, world without\\nend. Amen.]\\nCREATOR, Saviour, strengthening Guide,\\nNow on Thy mercy s ocean wide\\nFar out of sight we seem to glide.\\nHelp us, each hour, with steadier eye\\nTo search the deepening mystery,\\nThe wonders of Thy sea and sky.\\nThe festival which commemorates the mysterious doctrine of the\\nTrinity in Unity.\\nQ2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "202 Trinity Sunday.\\nThe blessed angels look and long\\nTo praise Thee with a worthier song,\\nAnd yet our silence does Thee wrong.\\nAlong the Church s central space\\nThe sacred weeks with unfelt pace\\nHave borne us on from grace to grace.\\nAs travellers on some woodland height,\\nWhen wintry suns are gleaming bright,\\nLose in arch d glades their tangled sight\\nBy glimpses such as dreamers love\\nThrough her gray veil the leafless grove\\nShows where the distant shadows rove\\nSuch trembling joy the soul o er-awes\\nAs nearer to thy shrine she draws\\nAnd now before the choir we pause.\\nThe door is clos d but soft and deep\\nAround the awful arches sweep\\nSuch airs as soothe a hermit s sleep.\\nFrom each carv d nook and fretted bend\\nCornice and gallery seem to send\\nTones that with seraph hymns might blend.\\nThree solemn parts together twine\\nIn harmony s mysterious line\\nThree solemn aisles approach the shrine", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "Trinity Sunday. 203\\nYet all are One together all,\\nIn thoughts that awe but not appal,\\nTeach the adoring heart to fall.\\nWithin these walls each fluttering guest\\nIs gently lur d to one safe nest\\nWithout, tis moaning and unrest.\\nThe busy world a thousand ways\\nIs hurrying by, nor ever stays\\nTo catch a note of Thy dear praise.\\nWhy tarries not her chariot wheel,\\nThat o er her with no vain appeal\\nOne gust of heavenly song might steal\\nAlas for her Thy opening flowers\\nUnheeded breathe to summer showers,\\nUnheard the music of Thy bowers.\\nWhat echoes from the sacred dome\\nThe selfish spirit may o ercome\\nThat will not hear of love or home\\nThe heart that scorn d a father s care,\\nHow can it rise in filial prayer\\nHow an all-seeing Guardian bear 1\\nOr how shall envious brethren own\\nA Brother on th eternal throne,\\nTheir Father s joy, their hope alone", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "204 Trinity Sunday.\\nHow shall thy Spirit s gracious wile\\nThe sullen brow of gloom beguile,\\nThat frowns on sweet affection s smile\\nEternal One, Almighty Trine\\n(Since thou art ours, and we are Thine)\\nBy all thy love did once resign,\\nBy all the grace thy heavens still hide,\\nWe pray thee, keep us at thy side,\\nCreator, Saviour, strengthening Guide\\njFfrst SbunTmg after ErfnCtg,\\nISRAEL AMONG THE RUINS OF CANAAN.\\nSo Joshua smote all the country, and all their kings he left none re-\\nmaining. Joshua x. 40. [First Morning Lesson.]\\n[O God, the strength of all those who put their trust in thee,\\nmercifully accept our prayers and because, through the weak-\\nness of our mortal nature, we can do no good thing without thee,\\ngrant us the help of thy grace, that in keeping thy command-\\nments we may please thee, both in will and deed, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.]\\nWHERE is the land with milk and honey flowing,\\nThe promise of our God, our fancy s theme", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Trinity. 205\\nHere over shatter d walls dank weeds are growing,\\nAnd blood and fire have run in mingled stream\\nLike oaks and cedars all around\\nThe giant corses strew the ground,\\nAnd haughty Jericho s cloud-piercing wall\\nLies where it sank at Joshua s trumpet call.\\nThese are not scenes for pastoral dance at even,\\nFor moonlight rovings in the fragrant glades,\\nSoft slumbers in the open eye of heaven,\\nAnd all the listless joy of summer shades.\\nWe in the midst of ruins live,\\nWhich every hour dread warning give,\\nNor may our household vine or fig-tree hide\\nThe broken arches of old Canaan s pride.\\nWhere is the sweet repose of hearts repenting,\\nThe deep calm sky, the sunshine of the soul,\\nNow heaven and earth are to our bliss consenting,\\nAnd all the Godhead joins to make us whole?\\nThe triple crown of mercy now\\nIs ready for the suppliant s brow,\\nBy the Almighty Three for ever plann d,\\nAnd from behind the cloud held out by Jesus hand.\\nNow, Christians, hold your own the land before ye\\nIs open win your way, and take your rest.\\nSo sounds our war-note but our path of glory\\nBy many a cloud is darken d and unblest:", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "206 First Sunday after Trinity.\\nAnd daily as we downward glide,\\nLife s ebbing stream on either side\\nShows at each turn some mouldering hope or joy,\\nThe Man seems following still the funeral of the Boy,\\nOpen our eyes, thou Sun of life and gladness,\\nThat we may see that glorious world of thine\\nIt shines for us in vain, while drooping sadness\\nEnfolds us here like mist: come Power benign,\\nTouch our chill d hearts with vernal smile,\\nOur wintry course do Thou beguile,\\nNor by the wayside ruins let us mourn,\\nWho have th eternal towers for our appointed bourne.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "Secontr Suutrag after ffrfnfts*\\nCHARITY THE LIFE OF FAITH.\\nMarvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you. We know that we have\\npassed from death unto life, because we love the brethren. 1 St. John iii. 13,\\n14. [Epistle for the day.~\\\\\\n[O Lord, who never failest to help and govern those whom\\nthou dost bring up in thy steadfast fear and love keep us, we\\nbeseech thee, under the protection of thy good providence, and\\nmake us to have a perpetual fear and love of thy holy name,\\nthrough Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nTHE clouds that wrap the setting sun\\nWhen Autumn s softest gleams are ending,\\nWhere all bright hues together run\\nIn sweet confusion blending:\\nWhy, as we watch their floating wreath,\\nSeem they the breath of life to breathe\\nTo Fancy s eye their motions prove\\nThey mantle round the Sun for love.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "208 Second Sunday after Trinity,\\nWhen up some woodland dale we catch\\nThe many twinkling smile* of ocean,\\nOr with pleas d ear bewilder d watch\\nHis chime of restless motion;\\nStill as the surging waves retire\\nThey seem to gasp with strong desire,\\nSuch signs of love old Ocean gives,\\nWe cannot choose but think he lives.\\nWould st thou the life of souls discern?\\nNor human wisdom nor divine\\nHelps thee by aught beside to learn\\nLove is life s only sign.\\nThe spring of the regenerate heart,\\nThe pulse, the glow of every part,\\nIs the true love of Christ our Lord,\\nAs man embrac d, as God ador d.\\nBut he, whose heart will bound to mark\\nThe full bright burst of summer morn,\\nLoves too each little dewy spark\\nBy leaf or flow ret worn\\nCheap forms, and common hues, tis true,\\nThrough the bright shower-drop meet his view\\nThe colouring may be of this earth\\nThe lustre comes of heavenly birth.\\nTrovriaiv rz x.vfA.a.TU v\\ndv rt^iB/Aov yi\\\\cL r fj.cn. jEscbyl. Prom. 89.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Trinity. 209\\nEven so, who loves the Lord aright,\\nNo soul of man can worthless find\\nAll will be precious in his sight,\\nSince Christ on all hath shin d\\nBut chiefly Christian souls for they,\\nThough worn and soil d with sinful clay,\\nAre yet, to eyes that see them true,\\nAll glistening with baptismal dew.\\nThen marvel not, if such as bask\\nIn purest light of innocence,\\nHope against hope, in love s dear task,_\\nSpite of all dark offence.\\nIf they who hate the trespass most,\\nYet, when all other love is lost,\\nLove the poor sinner, marvel not\\nChrist s mark outwears the rankest blot.\\nNo distance breaks the tie of blood\\nBrothers are brothers evermore\\nNor wrong, nor wrath of deadliest mood,\\nThat magic may o erpower\\nOft, ere the common source be known,\\nThe kindred drops will claim their own,\\nAnd throbbing pulses silently\\nMove heart towards heart by sympathy.\\nSo is it with true Christian hearts\\nTheir mutual share in Jesus blood", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "210 Second Sunday after Trinity,\\nAn everlasting bond imparts\\nOf holiest brotherhood\\nOh might we all our lineage prove,\\nGive and forgive, do good and love,\\nBy soft endearments in kind strife\\nLightening the load of daily life\\nThere is much need for not as yet\\nAre we in shelter or repose,\\nThe holy house is still beset\\nWith leaguer of stern foes\\nWild thoughts within, bad men without,\\nAll evil spirits round about,\\nAre banded in unblest device,\\nTo spoil Love s earthly paradise.\\nThen draw we nearer day by day,\\nEach to his brethren, all to God\\nLet the world take us as she may,\\nWe must not change our road\\nNot wondering, though in grief, to find\\nThe martyr s foe still keep her mind\\nBut fix d to hold Love s banner fast,\\nAnd by submission win at last.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "iurtr Stwtrag after rtnttg-\\nCOMFORT FOR SINNERS IN THE PRESENCE OF THE GOOD.\\nThere is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that re-\\npenteth. St. Luke xv. 10. [Gospel for the dmj.]\\n[O Lord, we beseech thee mercifully to hear us and grant that\\nwe, to whom thou hast given a hearty desire to pray, may, by\\nthy mighty aid, be defended and comforted in all dangers and\\nadversities, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nO HATEFUL spell of Sin when friends are nigh,\\nTo make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,\\nAnd raise accusing shades of hours gone by,\\nTo come between us and all kindly thought\\nChill d at her touch, the self-reproaching soul\\nFlies from the heart and home she dearest loves\\nTo where lone mountains tower, or billows roll,\\nOr to your endless depth, ye solemn groves.\\nIn vain the averted cheek in loneliest dell\\nIs conscious of a gaze it cannot bear,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "212 Third Sunday after Trinity.\\nThe leaves that rustle near us seem to tell\\nOur heart s sad secret to the silent air.\\nNor is the dream untrue for all around\\nThe heavens are watching with their thousand eyes-\\nWe cannot pass our guardian angel s bound,\\nResign d or sullen, he will hear our sighs.\\nHe in the mazes of the budding wood\\nIs near, and mourns to see our thankless glance\\nDwell coldly, where the fresh green earth is strew d\\nWith the first flowers that lead the vernal dance.\\nIn wasteful bounty shower d, they smile unseen,\\nUnseen by man but what if purer sprights\\nBy moonlight o er their dewy bosoms lean\\nT adore the Father of all gentle lights\\nIf such there be, O grief and shame to think\\nThat sight of thee should overcloud their joy,\\nA newborn soul, just waiting on the brink\\nOf endless life, yet wrapt in earth s annoy\\nturn, and be thou turn d the selfish tear,\\nIn bitter thoughts of low born care begun,\\nLet it flow on, but flow refin d and clear,\\nThe turbid waters brightening as they run.\\nLet it flow on, till all thine earthly heart\\nIn penitential drops have ebb d away,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday after Trinity. 213\\nThen fearless turn where Heaven hath set thy part,\\nNor shudder at the eye that saw thee stray.\\nO lost and found all gentle souls below\\nTheir dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove\\nSuch joy o er thee, as raptur d seraphs know,\\nWho learn their lesson at the Throne of Love.\\njFourtfi Stwtrag after rfmtg.\\nTHE GROANS OF NATURE.\\nFor the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation\\nof the sons of God for the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly,\\nbut by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope because the\\ncreature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the\\nglorious liberty of the children of God for we know that the whole creation\\ngroaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. Rom. viii. 19\u00e2\u0080\u009422.\\n[Epistle for the day.]\\n[O God, the protector of all that trust in thee, without whom\\nnothing is strong, nothing is holy increase and multiply upon\\nus thy mercy that thou being our ruler and guide, we may so\\npass through things temporal, that we finally lose not the things\\neternal: grant this, O heavenly Father, for Jesus Christ s sake\\nour Lord. Amen.]\\nIT was not then a poet s dream,\\nAn idle vaunt of song,\\nr 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "214 Fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\nSuch as beneath the moon s soft gleam\\nOn vacant fancies throng\\nWhich bids us see in heaven and earth,\\nIn all fair things around,\\nStrong yearnings for a blest new birth\\nWith sinless glories crown d;\\nWhich bids us hear, at each sweet pause\\nFrom care and want and toil,\\nWhen dewy eve her curtain draws\\nOver the day s turmoil,\\nIn the low chant of wakeful birds,\\nIn the deep weltering flood,\\nIn whispering leaves, these solemn words-\\nGod made us all for good.\\nAll true, all faultless, all in tune,\\nCreation s wondrous choir\\nOpen d in mystic unison\\nTo last till time expire.\\nAnd still it lasts by day and night,\\nWith one consenting voice,\\nAll hymn thy glory, Lord, aright,\\nAll worship and rejoice.\\nMan only mars the sweet accord,\\nO erpowering with harsh din", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Trinity. 215\\nThe music of thy works and word,\\n111 match d with grief and sin.\\nSin is with man at morning break,\\nAnd through the live-long day\\nDeafens the ear that fain would wake\\nTo Nature s simple lay.\\nBut when eve s silent foot-fall steals\\nAlong the eastern sky,\\nAnd one by one to earth reveals\\nThose purer fires on high,\\nWhen one by one each human sound\\nDies on the awful ear,\\nThen Nature s voice no more is drown d,\\nShe speaks and we must hear.\\nThen pours she on the Christian heart\\nThat warning still and deep,\\nAt which high spirits of old would start\\nEven from their Pagan sleep,\\nJust guessing, through their murky blind,\\nFew, faint, and baffling sight,\\nStreaks of a brighter heaven behind\\nA cloudless depth of light.\\nSuch thoughts, the wreck of Paradise,\\nThrough many a dreary age,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "216 Fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\nUpbore whate er of good and wise\\nYet lived in bard or sage\\nThey mark d what agonizing throes\\nShook the great mother s womb\\nBut Reason s spells might not disclose\\nThe gracious birth to come\\nNor could th enchantress Hope forecast\\nGod s secret love and power;\\nThe travail pangs of Earth must last\\nTill her appointed hour\\nThe hour that saw from opening heaven\\nRedeeming glory stream,\\nBeyond the summer hues of even,\\nBeyond the mid-day beam.\\nThenceforth, to eyes of high desire,\\nThe meanest things below,\\nAs with a seraph s robe of fire\\nInvested, burn and glow\\nThe rod of heaven has touch d them all,\\nThe word from heaven is spoken\\nRise, shine, and sing, thou captive thrall\\nAre not thy fetters broken\\nThe God who hallow d thee and blest,\\nPronouncing thee all good", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Trinity. 217\\nHath He not all thy wrongs redrest,\\nAnd all thy bliss renew d\\nWhy mourn st thou still as one bereft,\\nNow that th eternal Son,\\nHis blessed home in heaven hath left\\nTo make thee all his own\\ni\\nThou mourn st because Sin lingers still\\nIn Christ s new heaven and earth\\nBecause our rebel works and will\\nStain our immortal birth\\nBecause, as Love and Prayer grow cold,\\nThe Saviour hides his face,\\nAnd worldlings blot the temple s gold\\nWith uses vile and base.\\nHence all thy groans and travail pains,\\nHence, till thy God return,\\nIn wisdom s ear thy blithest strains,\\nOh Nature, seem to mourn.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "iFtftft Sttntrag after Evinity.\\nTHE FISHERMEN OF BETHSAIDA.\\nAnd Simon answering said unto Him, Master, we have toiled all the night,\\nand have taken nothing nevertheless, at thy word I will let down the net\\nand when they had this done, they inclosed a great multitude of fishes, and\\ntheir net brake. St. Luke v. 5. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[Grant, O Lord, we beseech thee, that the course of this world\\nmay be so peaceably ordered by thy governance, that thy Church\\nmay joyfully serve thee in all godly quietness, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.\\nTHE livelong night we ve toiled in vain,\\nBut at thy gracious word\\nI will let down the net again\\nDo thou thy will, O Lord\\nSo spake the weary fisher, spent\\nWith bootless darkling toil,\\nYet on his Master s bidding bent\\nFor love and not for spoil.\\nSo day by day and week by week,\\nIn sad and weary thought,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Trinity. 219\\nThey muse, whom God hath set to seek\\nThe souls his Christ hath bought.\\nFor not upon a tranquil lake\\nOur pleasant task we ply,\\nWhere all along our glistening wake\\nThe softest moonbeams lie\\nWhere rippling wave and dashing oar\\nOur midnight chant attend,\\nOr whispering palm-leaves from the shore\\nWith midnight silence blend.\\nSweet thoughts of peace, ye may not last\\nToo soon some ruder sound\\nCalls us from where ye soar so fast\\nBack to our earthly round.\\nFor wildest storms our ocean sweep\\nNo anchor but the Cross\\nMight hold and oft the thankless deep\\nTurns all our toil to loss.\\nFull many a dreary anxious hour\\nWe watch our nets alone\\nIn drenching spray, and driving shower,\\nAnd hear the night-bird s moan\\nAt morn we look, and nought is there\\nSad dawn of cheerless day", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "220 Fifth Sunday after Trinity,\\nWho then from pining and despair\\nThe sickening heart can stay\\nThere is a stay and we are strong\\nOur Master is at hand,\\nTo cheer our solitary song,\\nAnd guide us to the strand,\\nIn his own time but yet awhile\\nOur bark at sea must ride\\nCast after cast, by force or guile\\nAll waters must be tried\\nBy blameless guile or gentle force,\\nAs when He deign d to teach\\n(The lode-star of our Christian course)\\nUpon this sacred beach.\\nShould e er thy wonder-working grace\\nTriumph by our weak arm,\\nLet not our sinful fancy trace\\nAught human in the charm\\nTo our own nets* ne er bow we down,\\nLest on the eternal shore\\nThe angels, while our draught they own,t\\nReject us evermore\\nHabakkuk i. 16. They sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense unto\\ntheir drag,\\nt St. Matthew xiii. 49.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Trinity. 221\\nOr, if for our unworthiness\\nToil, prayer, and watching fail,\\nIn disappointment thou canst bless,\\nSo love at heart prevail.\\nfrtlt SuntJag after Kvinity.\\nTHE PSALMIST REPENTING.\\nDavid said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord and Nathan\\nsaid unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin thou shalt not die.\\n2 Samuel xii. 13. [First Morning Lesson, Church of England.\\n[O God, who hast prepared for those who love thee, such good\\nthings as pass man s understanding pour into our hearts such\\nlove towards thee, that we, loving thee above all things, may\\nobtain thy promises, which exceed all that we can desire, through\\nJesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nWHEN bitter thoughts, of conscience born,\\nWith sinners wake at morn,\\nWhen from our restless couch we start,\\nWith fever d lips and wither d heart,\\nWhere is the spell to charm those mists away,\\nAnd make new morning in that darksome day\\nOne draught of spring s delicious air,\\nOne stedfast thought, that God is there,\\ns", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "222 Sixth Sunday after Trinity.\\nThese are thy wonders, hourly wrought,*\\nThou Lord of time and thought,\\nLifting and lowering souls at will,\\nCrowding a world of good or ill\\nInto a moment s vision even as light\\nMounts o er a cloudy ridge, and all is bright,\\nFrom west to east one thrilling ray\\nTurning a wintry world to May.\\nWouldst thou the pangs of guilt assuage\\nLo here an open page,\\nHow fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean\\nAre thy returns even as the flowers in spring\\nTo which besides their own demean,\\nThe late past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.\\nGrief melts away\\nLike snow in May,\\nAs if there were no such cold thing.\\nWho would have thought my shrivelled heart\\nCould have recovered greenness It was gone\\nQuite under ground, as flowers depart\\nTo see their mother-root, when they have flown\\nWhere they together\\nAll the hard weather\\nDead to the world, keep house unknown.\\nThese are thy wonders, Lord of power,\\nKilling and quickening, bringing down to hell\\nAnd up to heaven in an hour,\\nMaking a chiming of a passing bell.\\nWe say amiss,\\nThis or that is\\nThy word is all, if we could spell.\\nHerbert s Poems (1641), p. 160. J", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "Sixth Sunday after Trinity. 223\\nWhere heavenly mercy shines as free,\\nWritten in balm, sad heart, for thee.\\nNever so fast, in silent April shower,\\nFlush d into green the dry and leafless bower,*\\nAs Israel s crowned mourner felt\\nThe dull hard stone within him melt.\\nThe absolver saw the mighty grief,\\nAnd hasten d with relief;\\nThe Lord forgives; thou shalt not die\\nTwas gently spoke, yet heard on high,\\nAnd all the band of angels, us d to sing\\nIn heaven, accordant to his raptur d string,\\nWho many a month had turn d away\\nWith veiled eyes, nor own d his lay,\\nNow spread their wings, and throng around\\nTo the glad mournful sound,\\nAnd welcome, with bright open face,\\nThe broken heart to love s embrace.!\\nThe rock is smitten, and to future years\\nSprings ever fresh the tide of holy tears!\\nAnd all this leafless and uncolour d scene\\nShall flush into variety again.\\nCowper.\\nf The idea, in this stanza, of the angels, who had been wont to sing in\\ntune with David s lyre, offended by his grievous fall, but, on the instant of\\nhis penitence, restored to sympathizing joy, is beyond all praise. There is\\njoy among the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.\\nThe fifty-first Psalm.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "224 Sixth Sunday after Trinity.\\nAnd holy music, whispering peace\\nTill time and sin together cease.\\nThere drink and when ye are at rest,\\nWith that free Spirit blest,*\\nWho to the contrite can dispense\\nThe princely heart of innocence,\\nIf ever, floating from faint earthly lyre.\\nWas wafted to your soul one high desire,\\nBy all the trembling hope ye feel,\\nThink on the minstrel as ye kneel\\nThink on the shame, that dreadful hour\\nWhen tears shall have no power,\\nShould his own lay th accuser prove\\nCold, while he kindled others 5 love\\nAnd let your prayer for charity arise,\\nThat his own heart may hear his melodies,\\nAnd a true voice to him may cry,\\nThy God forgives thou shalt not die.\\nPsalm li. 12. Uphold me with thy free Spirit. The original word\\nseems to mean ingenuous, princely, noble. Read Bishop Home s Para-\\nphrase on the verse. He prayeth to be continued in that state of salva-\\ntion, by the Spirit of God, which might enable him to act as became a pro-\\nphet and a king, free from base desires and enslaving lusts.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "Sefoeiuft Suntrag after ^rtntt^.\\nTHE FEAST IN THE WILDERNESS.\\nFrom whence can a man satisfy these men with bread here in the wilder-\\nness St. Mark viii. 4. Gospel for the day.]\\n[Lord of all power and might, who art the author and giver of\\nall good things graft in our hearts the love of thy name, in-\\ncrease in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of\\nthy great mercy keep us in the same, through Jesus Christ our\\nLord. Amen.\\nGO not away, thou weary soul\\nHeaven has in store a precious dole\\nHere on Bethsaida s cold and darksome height,\\nWhere over rocks and sands arise\\nProud Sirion in the northern skies,\\nAnd Tabor s lonely peak, twixtthee and noon-day light\\nAnd far below, Gennesaret s main\\nSpreads many a mile of liquid plain,*\\nClear as a crystal mirror in the beam\\nOf morn, Tiberias lake expanded lay,\\ns2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "226 Seventh Sunday after Trinity.\\n(Though all seem gather d in one eager bound),\\nThen narrowing cleaves yon palmy lea,\\nTowards that deep sulphureous sea,\\nWhere five proud cities lie, by one dire sentence drown d.\\nLandscape of fear! yet, weary heart,\\nThou need st not in thy gloom depart,\\nNor fainting turn to seek thy distant home\\nSweetly thy sickening throbs are ey d\\nBy the kind Saviour at thy side\\nFor healing and for balm even now thine hour is come.\\nNo fiery wing is seen to glide,\\nNo cates ambrosial are supplied,\\nBut one poor fisher s rude and scanty store\\nIs all He asks (and more than needs)\\nWho men and angels daily feeds,\\nAnd stills the wailing sea-bird on the hungry shore.\\nThe feast is o er, the guests are gone,\\nAnd over all that upland lone\\nAs clear and smooth save where old Jordan s stream\\nMarked through that mirror clear his dimpled way.\\nThe mist that spread a shadowy veil, at length\\nSlow up the mountain s side its skirts hath rolled,\\nAnd see the sun, rejoicing in his strength,\\nNow tip the rocks, now spread the lake with gold,\\nHis sparkling rays on rich Bethsaida fling,\\nAnd light Capernaum s towers, tall palms, and limpid spring.\\nBishop Mant, Gospel Miracles, p. 47.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "Seventh Sunday after Trinity. 227\\nThe breeze of eve sweeps wildly as of old\\nBut far unlike the former dreams,\\nThe heart s sweet moonlight softly gleams\\nUpon life s varied view, so joyless erst and cold.\\nAs mountain travellers in the night,\\nWhen heaven by fits is dark and bright,\\nPause listening on the silent heath, and hear\\nNor trampling hoof nor tinkling bell\\nThen bolder scale the rugged fell,\\nConscious the more of One, ne er seen, yet ever near\\nSo when the tones of rapture gay\\nOn the lorn ear die quite away,\\nThe lonely world seems lifted nearer heaven\\nSeen daily, yet unmark d before,\\nEarth s common paths are strewed all o er\\nWith flowers of pensive hope, the wreath of man for-\\ngiven.\\nThe low sweet tones of Nature s lyre\\nNo more on listless ears expire,\\nNor vainly smiles along the shady way\\nThe primrose in her vernal nest,\\nNor unlamented sink to rest\\nSweet roses one by one, nor autumn leaves decay.\\nThere s not a star the heaven can show,\\nThere s not a cottage hearth below,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "228 Seventh Sunday after Trinity.\\nBut feeds with solace kind the willing- soul\\nMen love us, or they need our love\\nFreely they own, or heedless prove\\nThe curse of lawless hearts, the joy of self-control.\\nThen rouse thee from desponding sleep,\\nNor by the wayside lingering weep,\\nNor fear to seek Him farther in the wild,\\nWhose love can turn earth s worst and least\\nInto a conqueror s royal feast\\nThou wilt not be untrue, thou shalt not be beguil d.\\nSBtghtfi Sunttag after 2Tn uttg-\\nTHE DISOBEDIENT PROPHET.\\nIt is the man of God, who was disobedient to the word of the Lord. I\\nKings xiii. 26. [First Lesson, Morning Service, Church of England.]\\n[O God, whose never failing providence ordereth all things\\nboth in heaven and earth we humbly beseech thee to put away\\nfrom us all hurtful things, and to give us those things which are\\nprofitable for us, through Jesus Christ our Lord, jimen.]\\nPROPHET of God, arise and take\\nWith thee the words of wrath divine,\\nThe scourge of Heaven, to shake\\nO er yon apostate shrine.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "Eighth Sunday after Trinity, 229\\nWhere angels down the lucid stair\\nCame hovering to our sainted sires,\\nNow, in the twilight, glare.\\nThe heathen s wizard fires.\\nGo, with thy voice the altar rend,\\nScatter the ashes, be the arm,\\nThat idols would befriend,\\nShrunk at thy withering charm.\\nThen turn thee, for thy time is short,\\nBut trace not o er the former way,\\nLest idol pleasures court\\nThy heedless soul astray.\\nThou know st how hard to hurry by,\\nWhere on the lonely woodland road\\nBeneath the moonlight sky\\nThe festal warblings flow d\\nWhere maidens to the Queen of Heaven\\nWove the gay dance round oak or palm,\\nOr breath d their vows at even\\nIn hymns as soft as balm.\\nOr thee perchance a darker spell\\nEnthralls the smooth stones of the flood,*\\nIsaiah lvii. 6. Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion\\nthey, they are thy lot.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "230 Eighth Sunday after Trinity.\\nBy mountain grot or fell,\\nPollute with infant s blood;\\nThe giant altar on the rock,\\nThe cavern whence the timbrel s call\\nAffrights the wandering flock\\nThou long st to search them all.\\nTrust not the dangerous path again\\nforward step and lingering will\\nlov d and warn d in vain\\nAnd wilt thou perish still\\nThy message given, thine home in sight,\\nTo the forbidden feast return\\nYield to the false delight\\nThy better soul could spurn\\nAlas, my brother round thy tomb\\nIn sorrow kneeling, and in fear,\\nWe read the Pastor s doom\\nWho speaks and will not hear.\\nThe grey-hair d saint may fail at last,\\nThe surest guide a wanderer prove\\nDeath only binds us fast\\nTo the bright shore of love.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "CntJi ^untrag after STrtuttg,\\nELIJAH IN HOREB.\\nAnd after the earthquake a fire but the Lord was not in the fire and\\nafter the fire, a still small voice. 1 Kings xix. 12. [First Evening Lesson.\\nChurch of England.]\\n[Grant to us, Lord, we beseech thee, the spirit to think and do\\nalways such things as are right that we, who cannot do any thing\\nthat is good without thee, may by thee be enabled to live accord-\\ning to thy will, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nIN troublous days of anguish and rebuke,\\nWhile sadly round them Israel s children look,\\nAnd their eyes fail for waiting on their Lord\\nWhile underneath each awful arch of green,\\nOn every mountain top, God s chosen scene\\nOf pure heart-worship, Baal is ador d\\nTis well, true hearts should for a time retire\\nTo holy ground, in quiet to aspire\\nTowards promis d regions of serener grace", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "232 Ninth Sunday after Trinity.\\nOn Horeb, with Elijah, let us lie,\\nWhere all around on mountain, sand, and sky,\\nGod s chariot-wheels have left distinctest trace\\nThere, if in jealousy and strong disdain\\nWe to the sinner s God of sin complain,\\nUntimely seeking here the peace of heaven\\nIt is enough, O Lord now let me die\\nEven as my fathers did for what am I\\nThat I should stand, where they have vainly stri-\\nven?\\nPerhaps our God may of our conscience ask,\\nWhat doest thou here, frail wanderer from thy task\\nWhere hast thou left those few sheep in the wild?\\nThen should we plead our heart s consuming pain,\\nAt sight of ruin d altars, prophets slain,\\nAnd God s own ark with blood of souls defil d\\nHe on the rock may bid us stand, and see\\nThe outskirts of his march of mystery,\\nHis endless warfare with man s wilful heart\\nFirst, His great Power He to the sinner shows,\\nLo at His angry blast the rocks unclose,\\nAnd to their base the trembling mountains part\\nYet the Lord is not here tis not by Power\\nHe will be known but darker tempests lower\\n1 Sam.xviL 28.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "Ninth Sunday a r ter Trinity, 233\\nStill, sullen heavings vex the labouring ground\\nPerhaps His Presence thro all depth and height,\\nBest of all gems, that deck his crown of light,\\nThe haughty eye may dazzle and confound.\\nGod is not in the earthquake but behold\\nFrom Sinai s caves are bursting, as of old,\\nThe flames of his consuming jealous ire.\\nWoe to the sinner, should stern justice prove\\nHis chosen attribute but he in love\\nHastes to proclaim, God is not in the fire.\\nThe storm is o er and hark a still small voice\\nSteals on the ear, to say, Jehovah s choice\\nIs ever with the soft, meek, tender soul\\nBy soft, meek, tender ways He loves to draw*\\nThe sinner, startled by his ways of awe\\nHere is our Lord, and not where thunders roll.\\nBack then, complainer loath thy life no more,\\nNor deem thyself upon a desert shore,\\nBecause the rocks the nearer prospect close.\\nYet in fallen Israel are their hearts and eyest\\nBeautifully descriptive of the Saviour s way of drawing sinners unto\\nhim. He shall not strive nor cry, neither shall any man hear his voice in\\nthe street. A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not\\nquench. St. Matthew xii. 20.\\nt Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which\\nhave not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him.\\n1 Kings xix. 18.\\nT", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "234 Ninth Sunday after Trinity,\\nThat day by day in prayer like thine arise\\nThou know st them not, but their Creator knows.*\\n2T e Synagogue.\\nBut even unto this day, when Moses is read, the vail is upon their heart.\\nNevertheless, when it shall turn to the Lord, the vail shall be taken away.\\nSt. Paul.\\nI saw them in their synagogue, as in their ancient day,\\nAnd never from my memory the scene will fade away,\\nFor dazzling on my vision still, the latticed galleries shine\\nWith Israel s loveliest daughters, in their beauty half divine\\nIt is the holy Sabbath eve, the solitary light\\nSheds, mingled with the hues of day, a lustre nothing bright\\nOn swarthy brow and piercing glance it falls with saddening tinge,\\nAnd dimly gilds the Pharisee s phylacteries and fringe.\\nThe two leaved doors slide slow apart before the eastern screen,\\nAs rise the Hebrew harmonies, with chanted prayers between,\\nAnd mid the tissued vails disclosed, of many a gorgeous dye,\\nEnveloped in their jewelled scarfs, the sacred records lie.\\nRobed in his sacerdotal vest, a silvery headed man\\nWith voice of solemn cadence o er the backward letters ran,\\nAnd often yet methinks I see the glow and power that sate\\nUpon his face, as forth he spread the roll immaculate.\\nAnd fervently that hour I prayed, that from the mighty scroll,\\nIts light, in burning characters, might break on every soul,\\nThat on their hardened hearts the vail might be no longer dark,\\nBut be for ever rent in twain like that before the ark.\\nFor yet the tenfold film shall fall, O Judah from thy sight,\\nAnd every eye be purged to read thy testimonies right,\\nWhen thou, with all Messiah s signs in Christ distinctly seen,\\nShall, by Jehovah s nameless name, invoke the Nazarene.\\nRev. William Croswell.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "Ninth Sunday after Trinity. 235\\nGo, to the world return, nor fear to cast\\nThy bread upon the waters, sure at last*\\nIn joy to find it after many days.\\nThe work be thine, the fruit thy children s part\\nChoose to believe, not see sight tempts the heart\\nFrom sober walking in true Gospel ways.\\nftznth Sutrtrag after Erinftg-\\nCHRIST WEEPING OVER JERUSALEM.\\nAnd when He was come near, He beheld the city, and wept over it. St.\\nLuke Tax. 41. [Oospel for the day.]\\n[Let thy merciful ears, O Lord, be open to the prayers of thy\\nhumble servants and that they may obtain their petitions, make\\nthem to ask such things as shall please thee, through Jesus Christ\\nour Lord. Amen.]\\nWHY doth my Saviour weep\\nAt sight of Sion s bowers\\nShows it not fair from yonder steep,\\nHer gorgeous crown of towers\\nMark well his holy pains\\nTis not in pride or scorn,\\nEccles. xi. 1.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "236 Tenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nThat Israel s King with sorrow stains\\nHis own triumphal morn.\\nIt is not that his soul\\nIs wandering sadly on,\\nIn thought how soon at death s dark goal\\nTheir course will all be run,\\nWho now are shouting round\\nHosanna to their chief;\\nNo thought like this in Him is found,\\nThis were a Conqueror s grief.*\\nOr doth he feel the Cross\\nAlready in his heart,\\nThe pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss\\nFeel even his God depart\\nNo though he knew full well\\nThe grief that then shall be\\nThe grief that angels cannot tell\\nOur God in agony.\\nIt is not thus he mourns\\nSuch might be Martyr s tears,\\nCompare Herod, vii. 46. When he (Xerxes) saw the Hellespont cov-\\nered with ships, and the whole shore and plains of Abydos filled with soldiers,\\nhe at first congratulated himself, on his good fortune but soon after, he shed\\ntears. When I reflect, says he, on the shortness of human life, and\\nthat of so many myriads of men, not one will remain one hundred years, I\\nam overwhelmed with grief. Strarige inconsistency in one who was hur-\\nrying thousands of them to an untimely death But such is man.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "Tenth Sunday after Trinity. 237\\nWhen his last lingering look he turns\\nOn human hopes and fears\\nBut hero ne er or saint\\nThe secret load might know,\\nWith which His spirit waxeth faint\\nHis is a Saviour s woe.\\nIf thou hadst known, even thou,\\nAt least in this thy day,\\nThe message of thy peace but now\\nTis pass d for aye away\\nNow foes shall trench thee round,\\nAnd lay thee even with earth,\\nAnd dash thy children to the ground,\\nThy glory and thy mirth.\\na\\nAnd doth the Saviour weep\\nOver his people s sin,\\nBecause we will not let him keep\\nThe souls He died to win\\nYe hearts, that love the Lord,\\nIf at this sight ye burn,\\nSee that in thought, in deed, in word,\\nYe hate what made Him mourn.\\nt2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "3Eiei)entft Sturtas after Evinits.\\nGEHAZI REPROVED.\\nIs it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, and olive yards, and\\nvineyards, and sheep, and oxen, and men servants, and maid servants 2\\nKings v. 26. [First Morning Lesson, Church of England.]\\n[O God, who declares! thy Almighty power chiefly in showing\\nmercy and pity mercifully grant unto us such a measure of thy\\ngrace, that we, running the way of thy commandments, may ob-\\ntain thy gracious promises, and be made partakers of thy hea-\\nvenly treasure, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nIS this a time to plant and build,\\nAdd house to house, and field to field,\\nWhen round our walls the battle lowers,\\nWhen mines are hid beneath our towers,\\nAnd watchful foes are stealing round\\nTo search and spoil the holy ground?\\nIs this a time for moonlight dreams\\nOf love and home by mazy streams,\\nFor Fancy with her shadowy toys,\\nAerial hopes and pensive joys,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "Eleventh Sunday after Trinity. 239\\nWhile souls are wandering far and wide,\\nAnd curses swarm on every side\\nNo rather steel thy melting heart\\nTo act the martyr s sternest part,\\nTo watch, with firm unshrinking eye,\\nThy darling visions as they die,\\nTill all bright hopes, and hues of day\\nHave faded into twilight gray.\\nYes let them pass without a sigh,\\nAnd if the world seem dull and dry,\\nIf long and sad thy lonely hours,\\nAnd winds have rent thy sheltering bowers,\\nBethink thee what thou art, and where,\\nA sinner in a life of care.\\nThe fire of God is soon to fall\\n(Thou know st it) on this earthly ball\\nFull many a soul, the price of blood,\\nMark d by th Almighty s hand for good,\\nTo utter death that hour shall sweep\\nAnd will the Saints in Heaven dare weep\\nThen in his wrath shall God uproot\\nThe trees He set, for lack of fruit,\\nAnd drown in rude tempestuous blaze\\nThe towers His hand had deign d to raise\\nIn silence, ere that storm begin,\\nCount o er His mercies and thy sin.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "240 Eleventh Sunday after Trinity.\\nPray only that thine aching heart,\\nFrom visions vain content to part,\\nStrong for love s sake its woe to hide\\nMay cheerful wait the cross beside,\\nToo happy, if that dreadful day,\\nThy life be given thee for a prey.*\\nSnatch d sudden from th avenging rod,\\nSafe in the bosom of thy God,\\nHow wilt thou then look back, and smile\\nOn thoughts that bitterest seem d ere while,\\nAnd bless the pangs that made thee see,\\nThis was no world of rest for thee\\nJeremiah xlv. 4, 5. The Lord saith thus: Behold, that which I have\\nbuilt will I break down, and that which I have planted I will pluck up, even\\nthis whole land. And seekestthou great things for thyself? seek them not,\\nfor, behold, I will bring evil upon all flesh, saith the Lord but thy life will I\\ngive unto thee for a prey in all places whither thou goest.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "TOaeiftSt Stmtrag after Sfrtm ts*\\nTHE DEAF AND DUMB.\\nAnd looking up to Heaven, He sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha,\\nthat is, Be opened. St. Mark vii. 34. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, who art always more ready to\\nhear than we to pray, and art wont to give more than either we\\ndesire or deserve pour down upon us the abundance of thy\\nmercy, forgiving us those things whereof our conscience is afraid,\\nand giving us those good things which we are not worthy to ask,\\nbut through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ thy Son our\\nLord. Amen.]\\nTHE Son of God in doing good\\nWas fain to look to heaven and sigh\\nAnd shall the heirs of sinful blood\\nSeek joy unmix d in charity\\nGod will not let Love s work impart\\nFull solace, lest it steal the heart\\nBe thou content in tears to sow,\\nBlessing, like Jesus, in thy woe.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "242 Twelfth Sunday after Trinity.\\nHe look d to heaven, and sadly sigh d\\nWhat saw my gracious Saviour there,\\nWith fear and anguish to divide\\nThe joy of Heaven-accepted prayer!\\nSo o er the bed where Lazarus slept\\nHe to his Father groan d and wept\\nWhat saw he mournful in that grave,\\nKnowing himself so strong to save\\nO erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief\\nOver his sinking spirit sweep\\nWhat boots it gathering one lost leaf\\nOut of yon sere and wither d heap,\\nWhere souls and bodies, hopes and joys,\\nAll that earth owns or sin destroys,\\nUnder the spurning hoof are cast,\\nOr tossing in the autumnal blast\\nThe deaf may hear the Saviour s voice,\\nThe fetter d tongue its chain may break\\nBut the deaf heart, the dumb by choice,\\nThe laggard soul, that will not wake,\\nThe guilt that scorns to be forgiven\\nThese baffle e en the spells of heaven\\nIn thought of these, his brows benign\\nNot even in healing cloudless shine.\\nNo eye but His might ever bear\\nTo gaze all down that drear abyss,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "Twelfth Sunday after Trinity. 243\\nBecause none never saw so clear\\nThe shore of endless bliss\\nThe giddy waves so restless hurl d,\\nThe vex d pulse of this feverish world,\\nHe views and counts with steady sight\\nUsed to behold the Infinite.\\nBut that in such communion high\\nHe hath a fount of strength within,\\nSure His meek heart would break and die,\\nO erburthen d by his brethren s sin\\nWeak eyes on darkness dare not gaze,\\nIt dazzles like the noon-day blaze\\nBut He who sees God s face may brook\\nOn the true face of Sin to look.\\nWhat then shall wretched sinners do,\\nWhen in their last, their hopeless day,\\nSin, as it is, shall meet their view,\\nGod turn his face for aye away\\nLord by thy sad and earnest eye,\\nWhen Thou didst look to heaven and sigh\\nThy voice, that with a word could chase\\nThe dumb, deaf spirit from his place\\nAs thou hast touch d our ears, and taught\\nOur tongues to speak thy praises plain,\\nQuell thou each thankless, godless thought\\nThat would make fast our bonds again.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "244 Twelfth Sunday after Trinity.\\nFrom worldly strife, from mirth unblest,\\nDrowning thy music in the breast,\\nFrom foul reproach, from thrilling fears,\\nPreserve, good Lord, thy servants ears.\\nFrom idle words, that restless throng,\\nAnd haunt our hearts when we would pray,\\nFrom pride s false chime, and jarring wrong\\nSeal Thou my lips, and guard the way\\nFor Thou hast sworn, that every ear,\\nWilling or loth, thy trump shall hear,\\nAnd every tongue unchained be\\nTo own no hope, no God, but Thee.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "arfifrteortii Suntras after Erinttg-\\nMOSES ON THE MOUNT.\\nAnd he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the\\neyes which see the things that ye see for I tell you, that many prophets and\\nkings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them:\\nand to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them. St.\\nLuke x. 23, 24. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[Almighty and merciful God, of whose only gift it cometh that\\nthy faithful people do unto thee true and laudable service grant,\\nwe beseech thee, that we may so faithfully serve thee in this life,\\nthat we fail not finally to attain thy heavenly promises, through\\nthe merits of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nON Sinai s top, in prayer and trance,\\nFull forty nights and forty days\\nThe Prophet watch d for one dear glance\\nOf Thee and of thy ways\\nFasting he watch d and all alone,\\nWrapt in a still, dark, solid cloud,\\nThe curtain of the Holy One\\nDrawn round him like a shroud\\nu", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "246 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nSo, separate from trie world, his breast\\nMight duly take and strongly keep\\nThe print of Heaven, to be express d\\nEre long on Sion s steep.*\\nThere one by one his spirit saw\\nOf things divine the shadows bright,\\nThe pageant of God s perfect law\\nYet felt not full idelight.\\nThrough gold and gems, a dazzling maze,\\nFrom veil to veil the vision led,\\nAnd ended, where unearthly rays\\nFrom o er the Ark were shed.\\nYet not that gorgeous place, nor aught\\nOf human or angelic frame,\\nCould half appease his craving thought\\nThe void was still the same.\\nShow me thy glory, gracious Lord!\\nTis Thee, he cries, not thine, I seek. t\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNay, start not at so bold a word\\nFrom man, frail worm and weak\\nThe spark of his first deathless fire\\nYet buoys him up, and high above\\nSee that thou make all things according to the pattern showed to thee\\nin the mount. Hebrews viii. 5.\\nt Exodus xxxiii. 18.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. 247\\nThe holiest creature, dares aspire\\nTo the Creator s love.\\nThe eye in smiles may wander round,\\nCaught by earth s shadows as they fleet\\nBut for the soul no help is found,\\nSave Him who made it, meet.\\nSpite of yourselves, ye witness this,*\\nWho blindly self or sense adore\\nElse wherefore leaving your own bliss\\nStill restless ask ye more\\nThis witness bore the saints of old\\nWhen highest rapt and favour d most,\\nStill seeking precious things untold,\\nNot in fruition lost.\\nPensees de Pascal, part 1, art. viii. Considerons le maintenant a\\nl egard de la felicite qu il recherche avec tant d ardeur en toutes ses actions.\\nCar tous les hommes desirent d etre heureux cela est sans exception.\\nQ,uelques differents moyens qu ils y emploient, ils tendent tous a ce but.\\nCe qui fait que l un va a la guerre, et que I autre n y va pas c est ce meine\\ndesir qui est dans tous les deux, accompagne de differentes vues. I\u00c2\u00abi vo-\\nlonte ne fait jamais la moindre demarche que vers cet objet. C est le motif\\nde toutes les actions de tous les hommes, jusqu a ceux qui se tuent et qui se\\npendent.\\nEt ce pendant depuis un de grand nombre d annees, jamais personne,\\nsans la foi, n est arrive a ce point, ou tous tendent continuellement. Tous\\nse plaignent, Principes, Sujets nobles, roturiers vieillards, jeunes forts,\\nfoibles 5 savants, ignorants sains, malades de tout pays, de tout temps\\nde tous ages, et de toutes conditions.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "248 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nCanaan was theirs, and in it all\\nThe proudest hope of kings dare claim\\nSion was theirs and at their call\\nFire from Jehovah came.\\nYet monarchs walk d as pilgrims still\\nIn their own land, earth s pride and grace\\nAnd seers would mourn on Sion s hill\\nTheir Lord s averted face.\\nVainly they tried the deeps to sound\\nEven of their own prophetic thought,\\nWhen of Christ crucified and crown d\\nHis Spirit in them taught\\nBut He their aching gaze repress d,\\nWhich sought behind the veil to see,\\nFor not without us fully bless d*\\nOr perfect might they be.\\nThe rays of the Almighty s face\\nNo sinner s eye might then receive\\nOnly the meekest man found gracef\\nTo see his skirts and live.\\nBut we as in a glass espy\\nThe glory of His countenance,\\nHebrews xi. 40. That they without us should not be made perfect.\\nJ Exodus xxxiii. 20 23.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. 249\\nNot in a whirlwind hurrying by\\nThe too presumptuous glance,\\nBut with mild radiance every hour,\\nFrom our dear Saviour s face benign\\nBent on us with transforming power,\\nTill we, too, faintly shine.\\nSprinkled with His atoning blood\\nSafely before our God we stand,\\nAs on the rock the Prophet stood,\\nBeneath his shadowing hand.\\nBless d eyes, which see the things we see\\nAnd yet this tree of life hath prov d\\nTo many a soul a poison tree,\\nBeheld, and not belov dr\\nSo like an angel s is our bliss\\n(Oh thought to comfort and appal)\\nIt needs must bring, if us d amiss,\\nAn angel s hopeless fall.\\nu 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "jFourtrrntJi Sttntrag after ftvinity.\\nTHE TEN LEPERS.\\nAnd Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed but where are\\nthe nine There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this\\nstranger. St. Luke xvii. 17, 18. [Gospel for the day.]\\n[Almighty and everlasting God, give unto us the increase of\\nfaith, hope and charity and that we may obtain that which thou\\ndost promise, make us to love that which thou dost command,\\nthrough Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nTEN cleans d, and only one remain\\nWho would have thought our nature s stain\\nWas dyed so foul, so deep in grain\\nEven He who reads the heart,\\nKnows what He gave and what we lost,\\nSin s forfeit, and redemption s cost,\\nBy a short pang of wonder cross d\\nSeems at the sight to start\\nYet twas not wonder, but His love\\nOur wavering spirits would reprove,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity. 251\\nThat heaven-ward seem so free to move\\nWhen earth can yield no more\\nThen from afar on God we cry\\nBut should the mist of woe roll by,\\nNot showers across an April sky\\nDrift, when the storm is o er,\\nFaster than those false drops and few\\nFleet from the heart, a worthless dew.\\nWhat sadder scene can angels view\\nThan self-deceiving tears,\\nPour d idly over some dark page\\nOf earlier life, though pride or rage\\nThe record of to-day engage,\\nA woe for future years\\nSpirits, that round the sick man s bed\\nWatch d, noting down each prayer he made,\\nWere your unerring roll display d,\\nHis pride of health to abase\\nOr, when soft showers in season fall\\nAnswering a famish d nation s call,\\nShould unseen fingers on the wall\\nOur vows forgotten trace\\nHow should we gaze in trance of fear\\nYet shines the light as thrilling clear\\nFrom heaven upon that scroll severe,\\nTen cleans d and one remain", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "252 Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nNor surer would the blessing prove\\nOf humbled hearts, that own thy love,\\nShould choral welcome from above\\nVisit our senses plain\\nThan by Thy placid voice and brow,\\nWith healing first, with comfort now,\\nTurn d upon him, who hastes to bow\\nBefore Thee, heart and knee\\nOh thou, who only would stbe blest,\\nOn thee alone my blessing rest\\nRise, go thy way in peace, possess d\\nFor evermore of me.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "JFifttmth Suntrag after STrfuftg-\\nTHE FLOWERS OF THE FIELD.\\nI\\nConsider the lilies of the field, how they grow. Si. Matt. vi. 28. [Gosjiel\\nfor the day.]\\n[Keep, we beseech thee, O Lord, thy Church with thy per-\\npetual mercy and because the frailty of man without thee can-\\nnot but fall, keep us ever by thy help from all things hurtful, and\\nlead us to all things profitable to our salvation, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.\\nSWEET nurslings of the vernal skies,\\nBath d in soft airs, and fed with dew,\\nWhat more than magic in you lies,\\nTo fill the heart s fond view\\nIn childhood s sports, companions gay,*\\nIn sorrow, on Life s downward way,\\nLook at a little child on the meadow, no matter though it has been\\nborn in the very heart of a city, and seen nothing but brick walls, and\\ncrowds, and rolling carriages, and pavements, and dust let it once get its\\nfeet upon the sward, and it will toss away the most costly playthings, and\\nnever gather enough of the butter-cups, and daisies, and other wild flowers\\nwhich prank the sod. And if it shall start a little bird, which bounces on-", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "254 Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nHow soothing in our last decay\\nMemorials prompt and true.\\nRelics ye are of Eden s bowers,\\nAs pure, as fragrant, and as fair,\\nAs when ye crown d the sunshine hours\\nOf happy wanderers there.\\nFall n all beside the world of life,\\nHow is it stain d with fear and strife\\nIn Reason s world what storms are rife,\\nWhat passions range and glare\\nBut cheerful and unchang d the while\\nYour first and perfect form ye show,\\nThe same that won Eve s matron smile\\nIn the world s opening glow.\\nThe stars of Heaven a course are taught\\nToo high above our human thought\\nYe may be found if ye are sought,\\nAnd as we gaze, we know.\\nYe dwell beside our paths and homes,\\nOur paths of sin, our homes of sorrow,\\nward with easy wing, as if it were leaping from portion to portion of the\\nsightless air, how it will stretch its little hands, and shout, and hurry on to\\ncatch the living treasure, which, in its young, but perfectly natural estima-\\ntion, is of more value than the wealth of the world. And if the bird perches\\non the hedge or the tree, and sings its sweet song of security, the little fin-\\nger will at once be held up by the little ear, and the other hand will be ex-\\ntended with the palm backwards, as if a sign were given by nature herself\\nfor the world to listen and admire. Mudie s Observation of Nature, p. 35.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity. 255\\nAnd guilty man, where er he roams,\\nYour innocent mirth may borrow.\\nThe birds of air before us fleet,\\nThey cannot brook our shame to meet\\nBut we may taste your solace sweet\\nAnd come again to-morrow.\\nYe fearless in your nests abide\\nNor may we scorn, too proudly wise,\\nYour silent lessons, undescried\\nBy all but lowly eyes\\nFor ye could draw th admiring gaze\\nOf Him who worlds and hearts surveys\\nYour order wild, your fragrant maze,\\nHe taught us how to prize.\\nYe felt your Maker s smile that hour,\\nAs when He paus d and own d you good\\nHis blessing on earth s primal bower,\\nYe felt it all renew d.\\nWhat care ye now, if winter s storm\\nSweep ruthless o er each silken form?\\nChrist s blessing at your heart is warm,\\nYe fear no vexing mood.\\nAlas of thousand bosoms kind,\\nThat daily court you and caress,\\nHow few the happy secret find\\nOf your calm loveliness", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "256 Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nLive for to-day! to-morrow s light\\nTo-morrow s cares shall bring to sight,\\nGo sleep like closing flowers at night,\\nAnd Heaven thy morn will bless.\\nSsxytzzxitfi ^tttrtrag uittv STrtnitg.\\nHOPE IS BETTER THAN EASE.\\nI desire that ye faint not at my tribulations for you, which is your glory.\\nEphesians iii. 13. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[O Lord, we beseech thee, let thy continual pity cleanse and\\ndefend thy Church; and because it cannot continue in safety\\nwithout thy succour, preserve it evermore by thy help and good-\\nness, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nWISH not, dear friends, my pain away-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWish me a wise and thankful heart,\\nWith God, in all my griefs, to stay,\\nNor from His lov d correction start.\\nThe dearest offering He can crave\\nHis portion in our souls to prove,\\nWhat is it to the gift He gave,\\nThe only Son of His dear love", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity. 257\\nBut we, like vex d unquiet sprights,\\nWill still be hovering o er the tomb,\\nWhere buried lie our vain delights,\\nNor sweetly take a sinner s doom.\\nIn Life s long sickness evermore\\nOur thoughts are tossing to and fro\\nWe change our posture o er and o er,\\nBut cannot rest, nor cheat our woe.\\nWere it not better to lie still,\\nLet Him strike home, and bless the rod\\nNever so safe as when our will\\nYields undiscern d by all but God?*\\nThy precious things, whate er they be\\nThat haunt and vex thee, heart and brain,\\nContent can never dwell but in a meek and quiet soul. And this\\nmay appear, if we consider what our Saviour says in St. Matthew s gospel\\nfor there he says, Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy\\nblessed be the pure in heart, for they shall see God blessed be the poor in\\nspirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God and blessed are the meek, for they\\nshall possess the earth. Not that the meek shall not also obtain mercy, and\\nsee God, and be comforted, and at last come to the kingdom of heaven but,\\nin the mean time, he, and he only, possesses the earth as he goes towards\\nthat kingdom of heaven, by being humble, and cheerful, and content with\\nwhat his good God has allotted him. He has no turbulent, repining, vexa-\\ntious thoughts, that he deserves better nor is vexed when he sees others\\npossessed of more honour or more riches than his wise God has allotted for\\nhis share but he possesses what he has with a meek and contented quiet-\\nness, such a quietness as makes his very dreams pleasing both to God and\\nhimself. Isaac Walton s Complete Angler.\\nV", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "258 Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nLook to the Cross, and thou shalt see\\nHow thou may st turn them all to gain.\\nLovest thou praise? the Cross is shame:\\nOr ease the Cross is bitter grief:\\nMore pangs than tongue or heart can frame\\nWere suffer d there without relief.\\nWe of that altar would partake,\\nBut cannot quit the cost no throne\\nIs ours, to leave for Thy dear sake\\nWe can not do as Thou hast done.\\nWe can not part with Heaven for Thee-*-\\nYet guide us in thy track of love\\nLet us gaze on where light should be,\\nThough not a beam the clouds remove.\\nSo wanderers ever fond and true\\nLook homeward through the evening sky,\\nWithout a streak of Heaven s soft blue\\nTo aid Affection s dreaming eye.\\nThe wanderer seeks his native bower,\\nAnd we will look and long for Thee,\\nAnd thank Thee for each trying hour,\\nWishing, not struggling, to be free.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "Aefeentetuth ^tuxtiag after vhiit$.\\nezekiel s vision in the temple.\\nEvery man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in his heart, and\\nputteth the stumbling-block of his iniquity before his face, and cometh to the\\nProphet, I the Lord will answer him according to the multitude of his idols.\\nEzekiel xiv. 4. [First Morning Lesson, Church of England.\\n[Lord, we pray thee, that thy grace may always prevent and\\nfollow us; and make us continually to be given to all good works,\\nthrough Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nSTATELY thy walls, and holy are the prayers,\\nWhich day and night before thine altars rise\\nNot statelier, towering o er her marble stairs,\\nFlash d Sion s gilded dome to summer skies,\\nNot holier, while around him angels bow d,\\nFrom Aaron s censer steam d the spicy cloud,\\nBefore the mercy-seat. O Mother dear,\\nWilt thou forgive thy son one boding sigh\\nForgive, if round thy towers he walk in fear,\\nAnd tell thy jewels o er with jealous eye", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "260 Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity,\\nMindful of that sad vision, which in thought*\\nFrom Chebar s plains the captive prophet brought\\nTo see lost Sion s shame. Twas morning prime,\\nAnd like a Queen new seated on her throne,\\nGod s crowned mountain, as in happier time,\\nSeem d to rejoice in sunshine all her own;\\nSo bright, while all in shade around her lay,\\nHer northern pinnacles had caught th emerging ray\\nThe dazzling lines of her majestic roof\\nCross d with as free a span the vault of Heaven,\\nAs when twelve tribes knelt silently aloof,\\nEre God his answer to their king had given,!\\nEre yet upon the new-built altar fell\\nThe glory of the Lord, the Lord of Israel.\\nAll seems the same but enter in and see\\nWhat idol shapes are on the wall pourtray d:i\\nAnd watch their shameless and unholy glee,\\nWho worship there in Aaron s robes array d\\nHear Judah s maids the dirge to Thammuz pour,\u00c2\u00a7\\nAnd mark, her chiefs yon orient sun adore.\\nYet turn thee, Son of man for worse than these\\nThou must behold thy loathing were but lost\\nEzekiel viii. 3. f Kings viii, 5. Ezekiel viii. 10.\\nEzekiel viii. 14. Ezekiel viii. 16.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. 261\\nOn dead men s crimes, and Jews idolatries\\nCome, learn to tell aright thine own sins cost,\\nAnd sure their sin as far from equals thine,\\nAs earthly hopes abus d are less than hopes divine.\\nWhat if within His world, His Church, our Lord\\nHave enter d thee, as in some temple gate,\\nWhere, looking round, each glance might thee afford\\nSome glorious earnest of thine high estate,\\nAnd thou, false heart and frail, hast turn d from all\\nTo worship pleasure s shadow on the wall\\nIf, when the Lord of Glory was in sight,\\nThou turn thy back upon that fountain clear,\\nTo bow before the little drop of light,\\nWhich dim-eyed men call praise and glory here\\nWhat dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn\\nHim at whose only word both sun and stars were born\\nIf, while around thee gales from Eden breathe,\\nThou hide thine eyes, to make thy peevish moan\\nOver some broken reed of earth beneath,\\nSome darling of blind fancy dead and gone,\\nAs wisely might st thou in Jehovah s fane\\nOffer thy love and tears to Thammuz slain.\\nTurn thee from these, or dare not to inquire\\nOf Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath\\nHe hear and answer thine unblest desire\\nFar better we should cross his lightning s path\\nv2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "262 Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nThan be according to our idols heard,\\nAnd God should take us at our own vain word.\\nThou who hast deign d the Christian s heart to call\\nThy Church and Shrine whene er our rebel will\\nWould in that chosen home of thine instal\\nBelial or Mammon, grant us not the ill\\nWe blindly ask in very love refuse\\nWhate er thou know st our weakness would abuse.\\nOr rather help us, Lord, to choose the good,\\nTo pray for nought, to seek to none, but Thee,\\nNor by our daily bread mean common food,\\nNor say, From this world s evil set us free;\\nTeach us to love, with Christ, our sole true bliss,\\nElse, though in Christ s own words, we surely pray\\namiss.\\ni", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "aSfQftteeutfi Sttnirag after Evinitn.\\nTHE CHURCH IN THE WILDERNESS.\\nI will bring you into the wilderness of the people, and there will I plead\\nwith you face to face like as I pleaded with your fathers in the wilderness\\nof the land of Egypt, so will I plead with you, saith the Lord God. Ezekiei\\nxx. 35, 36. {First Morning Lesson, Church of England.]\\n[Lord, we beseech thee, grant thy people grace to withstand\\nthe temptations of the world, the flesh, and the devil and with\\npure hearts and minds to follow thee, the only God, through\\nJesus Christ our Lord. Amen.~\\\\\\nIT is so ope thine eyes, and see\\nWhat view st thou all around\\nA desert, where iniquity\\nAnd knowledge both abound.\\nIn the waste howling wilderness\\nThe Church is wandering still,*\\nBecause we would not onward press\\nWhen close to Sion s hill.\\nRevelations xii. 14.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "264 Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity,\\nBack to the world we faithless turn d,\\nAnd far along the wild,\\nWith labour lost and sorrow earn d,\\nOur steps have been beguil d.\\nYet full before us, all the while,\\nThe shadowing pillar stays,\\nThe living waters brightly smile,\\nTh eternal turrets blaze.\\nYet Heaven is raining angels bread\\nTo be our daily food,\\nAnd fresh, as when it first was shed,\\nSprings forth the Saviour s blood.\\nFrom every region, race, and speech,\\nBelieving myriads throng,\\nTill, far as sin and sorrow reach,\\nThy grace is spread along\\nTill sweetest nature, brightest art,\\nTheir votive incense bring,\\nAnd every voice and every heart\\nOwn Thee their God and King.\\nAll own but few, alas will love\\nToo like the recreant band\\nThat with thy patient Spirit strove\\nUpon the Red-sea strand.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity. 265\\nO Father of long-suffering grace,\\nThou who hast sworn to stay\\nPleading with sinners face to face\\nThrough all their devious way\\nHow shall we speak to Thee, O Lord,\\nOr how in silence lie\\nLook on us, and we are abhorr d,\\nTurn from us, and we die.\\nThy guardian fire, thy guiding cloud,\\nStill let them gild our wall,\\nNor be our foes and thine allow d\\nTo see us faint and fall.\\nToo oft, within this camp of thine,\\nRebellious murmurs rise\\nSin cannot bear to see Thee shine\\nSo awful to her eyes.\\nFain would our lawless hearts escape,\\nAnd with the heathen be,\\nTo worship every monstrous shape\\nIn fancied darkness free.*\\nVain thought, that shall not be at all\\nRefuse we or obey,\\nEzekiel xx. 32. That which cometh into your miud shall not be at all\\nthat ye say, We will be as the heathen, as the families of the countries, to\\nserve wood and stone,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "266 Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nOur ears have heard the Almighty s call,\\nWe cannot be as they.\\nWe cannot hope the heathen s doom,\\nTo whom God s Son is given,\\nWhose eyes have seen beyond the tomb,\\nWho have the key of Heaven.\\nWeak tremblers on the edge of woe,\\nYet shrinking from true bliss,\\nOur rest must be no rest below,\\nAnd let our prayer be this\\nLord, wave again thy chastening rod,\\nTill every idol throne\\nCrumble to dust, and Thou, O God,\\nReign in our hearts alone.\\n44 Bring all our wandering fancies home,\\ns\u00c2\u00a3 For Thou hast every spell,\\nAnd mid the heathen where they roam,\\nThou knowest, Lord, too well.\\nThou know st our service sad and hard,\\nThou know st us fond and frail;\\nWin us to be belov d and spar d\\nWhen all the world shall fail.\\nSo when at last our weary days\\nAre well-nigh wasted here,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity. 267\\nAnd we can trace thy wondrous ways\\nIn distance calm and clear,\\nWhen in thy love and Israel s sin\\nWe read our story true,\\nWe may not, all too late, begin\\nTo wish our hopes were new\\nLong lov d, long tried, long spar d as they,\\nUnlike in this alone,\\nThat, by thy grace, our hearts shall stay\\nFor evermore thine own.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "Mnttttnth Suttirag after STrtntt^\\nSHADRACH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO.\\nTlien Nebuchadnezzar the King was astonished, and rose up in haste, and\\nspake, and said unto his counsellors, Did not we cast three men bound into\\nthe midst of the fire They answered and said unto the King, True, O\\nKing. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the\\nmidst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like\\nthe Son of God. Daniel iii. 24, 25. [First Morning Lesson, Chtirch of Eng-\\nland.]\\n[O God, forasmuch as without thee we are not able to please\\nthee mercifully grant that thy Holy Spirit may in all things\\ndirect and rule our hearts, through Jesus Christ our Lord.\\nAmen.\\nWHEN Persecution s torrent blaze\\nWraps the unshrinking Martyr s head\\nWhen fade all earthly flowers and bays,\\nWhen summer friends are gone and fled,\\nIs he alone in that dark hour\\nWho owns the Lord of love and power\\nOr waves there not around his brow\\nA wand no human arm may wield,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity. 269\\nFraught with a spell no angels know,\\nHis steps to guide, his soul to shield\\nThou, Saviour, art his charmed bower,\\nHis magic ring, his rock, his tower.\\nAnd when the wicked ones behold\\nThy favourites walking in thy light,\\nJust as, in fancied triumph bold,\\nThey deem d them lost in deadly night,\\nAmaz d they cry, What spell is this,\\nWhich turns their sufferings all to bliss?\\nHow are they free whom we had bound,\\nUpright, whom in the gulf we cast?\\nWhat wondrous helper have they found\\nTo screen them from the scorching blast?\\nThree were they who hath made them four?\\nAnd sure a form divine he wore,\\nEven like the Son of God. So cried\\nThe Tyrant, when in one fierce flame\\nThe martyrs liv d, the murderers died\\nYet knew he not what angel came\\nTo make the rushing fire-flood seem\\nLike summer breeze by woodland stream.*\\nSong of the Three Children, ver. 27. And made the midst of the\\nfurnace as it had been a moist whistling wind, [so that the fire touched\\nthem not at all, neither hurt nor troubled them.\\nW", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "270 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nHe knew not, but there are who know\\nThe Matron, who alone hath stood,\\nWhen not a prop seem d left below,\\nThe first lorn hour of widowhood,\\nYet cheer d and cheering all, the while,\\nWith sad but unaffected smile\\nThe Father, who his vigil keeps\\nBy the sad couch whence hope hath flown,\\nWatching the eye where reason sleeps,\\nYet in his heart can mercy own,\\nStill sweetly yielding to the rod,\\nStill loving man, still thanking God\\nThe Christian Pastor, bow d to earth\\nWith thankless toil, and vile esteem d,\\nStill travailing in second birth\\nOf souls that will not be redeem d,\\nYet steadfast set to do his part,\\nAnd fearing most his own vain heart;\\nThese know: on these look long and well,\\nCleansing thy sight by prayer and faith,\\nAnd thou shalt know what secret spell\\nPreserves them in their living death\\nThrough sevenfold flames thine eye shall see\\nThe Saviour walking with his faithful Three.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "STfoeuttetft ^ttutrag after vinit%.\\nMOUNTAIN SCENERY.\\nHear ye, O mountains, the Lord s controversy, and ye strong foundations\\nof the earth. Micah vi. 2. [First Evening Lesson, Church of England.]\\n[O Almighty and most merciful God, of thy bountiful good-\\nness keep us, we beseech thee, from all things that may hurt us\\nthat we, being ready both in body and soul, may cheerfully ac-\\ncomplish those things which thou commandest, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.\\nWHERE is thy favour d haunt, eternal Voice,\\nThe region of thy choice,\\nWhere, uiidisturb d by sin and earth, the soul\\nOwns thine entire control\\nTis on the mountain s summit dark and high,\\nWhen storms are hurrying by\\nTis mid the strong foundations of the earth,\\nWhere torrents have their birth.\\nNo sounds of worldly toil ascending there,\\nMar the full burst of prayer", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "272 Twentieth Sunday after Trinity.\\nLone Nature feels that she may freely breathe,\\nAnd round us and beneath\\nAre heard her sacred tones the fitful sweep\\nOf winds across the steep,\\nThrough wither d bents romantic note and clear,\\nMeet for a hermit s ear,\\nThe wheeling kite s wild solitary cry,\\nAnd, scarcely heard so high,\\nThe dashing waters when the air is still,\\nFrom many a torrent rill\\nThat winds unseen beneath the shaggy fell,\\nTrack d by the blue mist well\\nSuch sounds as make deep silence in the heart,\\nFor Thought to do her part.\\nTis then we hear the voice of God within,\\nPleading with care and sin\\nChild of my love how have I wearied thee\\nWhy wilt thou err from me?\\nHave I not brought thee from the house of slaves,\\nParted the drowning waves,\\nAnd set my saints before thee in the way,\\nLest thou should st faint or stray\\nWhat was the promise made to thee alone\\nArt thou th excepted one\\nAn heir of glory without grief or pain\\nvision false and vain", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "Twentieth Sunday after Trinity. 273\\nThere lies thy cross beneath it meekly bow\\nIt fits thy stature now\\nWho scornful pass it with averted eye,\\nTwill crush them by and by.\\nRaise thy repining eyes, and take true measure\\nOf thine eternal treasure\\nThe Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought,\\nThe world for thee was bought,\\nAnd as this landscape broad earth, sea and sky,\\nAll centres in thine eye,\\nSo all God does, if rightly understood,\\nShall work thy final good.\\nw 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "Etoznt Uvnt Suutrag after STrtnftg-\\nTHE RED BREAST IN SEPTEMBER.\\nThe vision is yet for an appointed time but at the end it shall speak and\\nnot lie though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come, it will not\\ntarry. Habakkuk ii. 3. [First Morning Lesson, Church of England.]\\n[Grant, we beseech thee, merciful Lord, to thy faithful people,\\npardon and peace; that they may be cleansed from all their sins,\\nand serve thee with a quiet mind, through Jesus Christ our Lord.\\nAmenJ\\\\\\nTHE morning mist is clear d away,\\nYet still the face of heaven is gray,\\nNor yet th autumnal breeze has stirr d the grove,\\nFaded yet full, a paler green\\nSkirts soberly the tranquil scene,\\nThe red-breast warbles round this leafy cove.\\nSweet messenger of calm decay,\\nSaluting sorrow as you may,\\nAs one still bent to find or make the best,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity. 275\\nIn thee, and in this quiet mead\\nThe lesson of sweet peace I read,\\nRather in all to be resign d than blest.\\nTis a low chant, according well\\nWith the soft solitary knell,\\nAs homeward from some grave belov d we turn,\\nOr by some holy death-bed dear,\\nMost welcome to the chasten d ear\\nOf her whom heaven is teaching how to mourn.\\nO cheerful tender strain the heart\\nThat duly bears with you its part,\\nSinging so thankful to the dreary blast,\\nThough gone and spent its joyous prime,\\nAnd on the world s autumnal time,\\nMid wither d hues and sere, its lot be cast\\nThat is the heart for thoughtful seer,\\nWatching, in trance nor dark nor clear,*\\nTh appalling Future as it nearer draws\\nHis spirit calm d the storm to meet,\\nFeeling the rock beneath his feet,\\nAnd tracing through the cloud th eternal Cause.\\nThat is the heart for watchman true\\nWaiting to see what God will do,\\nZechariah xiv. 6. It shall come to pass in that day, that the night shall\\nnot be clear nor dark.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "276 Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity.\\nAs o er the Church the gathering twilight falls\\nNo more he strains his wistful eye,\\nIf chance the golden hours be nigh,\\nBy youthful Hope seen beaming round her walls.\\nForc d from his shadowy paradise,\\nHis thoughts to Heaven the steadier rise\\nThere seek his answer when the world reproves\\nContented in his darkling round,\\nIf only he be faithful found,\\nWhen from the east th eternal morning moves.\\nNote. The expression, calm decay, is borrowed from a friend: by\\nwhose kind permission the following stanzas are here inserted.\\nSTo tjfje 3 et\u00c2\u00bb 3Sreast.\\nUnheard in summer s flaring ray,\\nPour forth thy notes, sweet singer,\\nWooing the stillness of the autumn day\\nBid it a moment linger,\\nNor fly\\nToo soon from winter s scowling eye.\\nThe blackbird s song at eventide,\\nAnd hers, who gay ascends,*\\nFilling the heavens far and wide,\\nAre sweet. But none so blends,\\nAs thine,\\nWith calm decay, and peace divine.\\nThe sky-lark.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "artoeutg^eomtr Sxtntrag after rtnftg.\\nTHE RULE OF CHRISTIAN FORGIVENESS.\\nLord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him St.\\nMatthew xviii. 21. [Qospelfortheday.]\\n[Lord, we beseech thee to keep thy household the Church in\\ncontinual godliness that, through thy protection, it may be free\\nfrom all adversities, and devoutly given to serve thee in good\\nworks, to the glory of thy name, through Jesus Christ our Lord.\\nAmen.\\nWHAT liberty so glad and gay,\\nAs where the mountain boy,\\nReckless of regions far away,\\nA prisoner lives in joy\\nThe dreary sounds of crowded earth,\\nThe cries of camp or town,\\nNever untun d his lonely mirth,\\nNor drew his visions down.\\nThe snow-clad peaks of rosy light\\nThat meet his morning view,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "278 Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity.\\nThe thwarting cliffs that bound his sight,\\nThey bound his fancy too.\\nTwo ways alone his roving eye\\nFor aye may onward go,\\nOr in the azure deep on high,\\nOr darksome mere below.\\nO blest restraint more blessed range\\nToo soon the happy child\\nHis nook of homely thought will change\\nFor life s seducing wild\\nToo soon his alter d day dreams show\\nThis earth a boundless space,\\nWith sun-bright pleasures to and fro\\nSporting in joyous race\\nWhile of his narrowing heart each year,\\nHeaven less and less will fill,\\nLess keenly, through his grosser ear,\\nThe tones of mercy thrill.\\nIt must be so else wherefore falls\\nThe Saviour s voice unheard,\\nWhile from His pardoning Cross He calls,\\n0 spare as I have spar d?\\nBy our own niggard rule we try\\nThe hope to suppliants given", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "Twenty-second Sunday fter Trinity. 279\\nWe mete out love, as if our eye\\nSaw to the end of heaven.\\nYes, ransom d sinner wouldst thou know\\nHow often to forgive,\\nHow dearly to embrace thy foe,\\nLook where thou hop st to live\\nWhen thou hast told those isles of light,\\nAnd fancied all beyond,\\nWhatever owns, in depth or height,\\nCreation s wondrous bond\\nThen in their solemn pageant learn\\nSweet mercy s praise to see\\nTheir Lord resigned them all, to earn\\nThe bliss of pardoning thee.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "Stoewtg==tftfrtt ^tttitmg after Exinity.\\nTHE FOREST LEAVES IN AUTUMN.\\nWho shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto His\\nglorious body, according to the working whereby He is able even to subdue\\nall things unto himself. Philippians iii. 21. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[O God, our refuge and strength, who art the author of all\\ngodliness be ready, we beseech thee, to hear the devout prayers\\nof thy Church and grant that those things which we ask faith-\\nfully, we may obtain effectually, through Jesus Christ our Lord.\\nAmen.\\nRED o er the forest peers the setting sun,\\nThe line of yellow light dies fast away\\nThat crown d the eastern copse and chill and dun\\nFalls on the moor the brief November day.\\nNow the tir d hunter winds a parting note,\\nAnd Echo bids good-night from every glade\\nYet wait awhile, and see the calm leaves float\\nEach to his rest beneath their parent shade.\\nHow like decaying life they seem to glide\\nAnd yet no second spring have they in store,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity, 281\\nBut where they fall forgotten to abide,\\nIs all their portion, and they ask no more.\\nSoon o er their heads blithe April airs shall sing,\\nA thousand wild-flowers round them shall unfold,\\nThe green buds glisten in the dews of Spring,\\nAnd all be vernal rapture as of old.\\nUnconscious they in waste oblivion lie,\\nIn all the world of busy life around\\nNo thought of them in all the bounteous sky\\nNo drop, for them, of kindly influence found.\\nMan s portion is to die and rise again\\nYet he complains, while these unmurmuring part\\nWith their sweet lives, as pure from sin and stain,\\nAs his when Eden held his virgin heart.\\nAnd haply, half unblam d his murmuring voice\\nMight sound in heaven, were all his second life\\nOnly the first renew d the heathen s choice,\\nA round of listless joy and weary strife.\\nFor dreary were this earth, if earth were all,\\nThough brighten d oft by dear affection s kiss\\nWho for the spangles wears the funeral pall\\nBut catch a gleam beyond it, and tis bliss.\\nHeavy and dull this frame of limbs and heart,\\nWhether slow creeping on cold earth, or borne\\nx", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "282 Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity.\\nOn lofty steed, or loftier prow, we dart\\nO er wave or field yet breezes laugh to scorn\\nOur puny speed, and birds, and clouds in heaven,\\nAnd fish, like living shafts that pierce the main,\\nAnd stars that shoot through freezing air at even\\nWho but would follow, might he break his chain\\nAnd thou shalt break it soon the grovelling worm\\nShall find his wings, and soar as fast and free\\nAs his transfigur d Lord with lightning form\\nAnd snowy vest such grace He won for thee,\\nWhen from the grave he sprung at dawn of morn,\\nAnd led through boundless air thy conquering road,\\nLeaving a glorious track, where saints new-born\\nMight fearless follow to their blest abode.\\nBut first, by many a stern and fiery blast\\nThe world s rude furnace must thy blood refine,\\nAnd many a gale of keenest woe be pass d,\\nTill every pulse beat true to airs divine,\\nTill every limb obey the mounting soul,\\nThe mounting soul, the call by Jesus given.\\nHe who the stormy heart can so control\\nThe laggard body soon will waft to heaven.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "5:toettts=iP0ttrtH Suntrag after arrfuftg.\\nIMPERFECTION OF HUMAN SYMPATHY.\\nThe heart knoweth his own bitterness, and a stranger doth not intermed-\\ndle with his joy. Proverbs xiv. 10. [First Evening Lesson, Church of Eng-\\nland.]\\n[O Lord, we beseech thee, absolve thy people from their of-\\nfences that, through thy bountiful goodness, we may all be deli-\\nvered from the bands of those sins which by our frailty we have\\ncommitted grant this, O heavenly Father, for Jesus Christ s sake,\\nour blessed Lord and Saviour. Amen.]\\nWHY should we faint and fear to live alone,\\nSince all alone, so Heaven has will d, we die,*\\nNor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,\\nKnows half the reasons why we smile and sigh\\nJe mourrai seul. Pascal. The entire passage is as follows Pour\\nmoi, je n ai pu m y arreter ni me reposer dans la societe de ces personnes\\nsemblables a moi, miserables comme moi. Je vois qu ils ne m aideroient pas\\na mourir, je mourrai seul il faut done faire comme si j etais seul; or, si\\nj etois seul je ne batirois point des maisons, jene m embarrasserois point\\ndans les occupations tumultuaires, je ne chercherois P estime de personne\\nmais je tacherois seulement de decouvrir laverite. Pevsees c. viii. seel.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "284 Twenty-Fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\nEach in his hidden sphere of joy or woe\\nOur hermit spirits dwell, and range apart,\\nOur eyes see all around in gloom or glow\\nHues of their own, fresh borrow d from the heart.\\nAnd well it is for us our God should feel\\nAlone our secret throbbings so our prayer\\nMay readier spring to Heaven, nor spend its zeal\\nOn cloud-born idols of this lower air.\\nFor if one heart in perfect sympathy\\nBeat with another, answering love for love,\\nWeak mortals, all entranc d, on earth would lie,\\nNor listen for those purer strains above.\\nOr what if Heaven for once its searching light\\nLent to some partial eye, disclosing all\\nThe rude bad thoughts, that in our bosom s night\\nWander at large, nor heed Love s gentle thrall?\\nWho would not shun the dreary uncouth place\\nAs if, fond leaning where her infant slept,\\nA mother s arm a serpent should embrace\\nSo might we friendless live, and die unwept.\\nThen keep the softening veil in mercy drawn,\\nThou who canst love us, tho Thou read us true;\\nAs on the bosom of th aerial lawn\\nMelts in dim haze each coarse ungentle hue.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "Twenty -fourth Sunday after Trinity. 285\\nSo too may soothing Hope thy leave enjoy\\nSweet visions of long sever d hearts to frame\\nThough absence may impair, or cares annoy,\\nSome constant mind may draw us still the same.\\nWe in dark dreams are tossing to and fro,\\nPine with regret, or sicken with despair,\\nThe while she bathes us in her own chaste glow,\\nAnd with our memory wings her own fond prayer.\\nO bliss of child-like innocence, and love\\nTried to old age creative power to win,\\nAnd raise new worlds, where happy fancies rove,\\nForgetting quite this grosser world of sin.\\nBright are their dreams, because their thoughts are clear,\\nTheir memory cheering but the earth-stained spright,\\nWhose wakeful musings are of guilt and fear,\\nMust hover nearer earth, and less in light.\\nFarewell, for her, th ideal scenes so fair\\nYet not farewell her hope, since Thou hast deign d.\\nCreator of all hearts to own and share\\nThe woe of what Thou mad st, and we have stain d.\\nThou know st our bitterness our joys are thine*\\nNo stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild\\nNor could we bear to think, how every line\\nOf us, thy darken d likeness and defiTd,\\nPsalm xxxi. 7. Thou hast known my soul in adversities.\\nx 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "286 Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\nStands in full sunshine of thy piercing eye,\\nBut that thou call st us Brethren sweet repose\\nIs in that word the Lord who dwells on high\\nKnows all, yet loves us better than He knows.\\nSfoentg-ffftJi cSuufcag after Ertnttg*\\nTHE TWO RAINBOWS.\\nThe hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteous-\\nness. Proverbs xvi. 31. [First Evening Lesson, Church of England.]\\n[Stir up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful\\npeople that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good\\nworks, may by thee be plenteously rewarded, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.\\nTHE bright hair d morn is glowing\\nO er emerald meadows gay,\\nWith many a clear gem strowing\\nThe early shepherd s way,\\nYe gentle elves, by Fancy seen\\nStealing away with night\\nTo slumber in your leafy screen,\\nTread more than airy light.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. 287\\nAnd see what joyous greeting\\nThe sun through heaven has shed,\\nThough fast yon shower be fleeting,\\nHis beams have faster sped.\\nFor lo above the western haze\\nHigh towers the rainbow arch\\nIn solid span of purest rays\\nHow stately is its march\\nPride of the dewy morning!\\nThe swain s experienc d eye\\nFrom thee takes timely warning,\\nNor trusts the gorgeous sky.\\nFor well he knows, such dawnings gay\\nBring noons of storm and shower,\\nAnd travellers linger on the way\\nBeside the sheltering bower.\\nEven so, in hope and trembling\\nShould watchful shepherd view\\nHis little lambs assembling,\\nWith glance both kind and true\\nTis not the eye of keenest blaze,\\nNor the quick-swelling breast\\nThat soonest thrills at touch of praise\\nThese do not please him best.\\nBut voices low and gentle,\\nAnd timid glances shy,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "288 Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity,\\nThat seem for aid parental\\nTo sue all wistfully,\\nStill pressing, longing to be right,\\nYet fearing to be wrong\\nIn these the Pastor dares delight,\\nA lamb-like, Christ-like throng.\\nThese in Life s distant even\\nShall shine serenely bright,\\nAs in th autumnal heaven\\nMild rainbow tints at night,\\nWhen the last shower is stealing down,\\nAnd ere they sink to rest,\\nThe sun-beams weave a parting crown\\nFor some sweet woodland nest.\\nThe promise of the morrow\\nIs glorious on that eve,\\nDear as the holy sorrow\\nWhen good men cease to live.\\nWhen brightening ere it die away\\nMounts up their altar flame,\\nStill tending with intenser ray\\nTo Heaven whence first it came.\\nSay not it dies, that glory,\\nTis caught unquench d on high,\\nThose saint-like brows so hoary\\nShall wear it in the sky.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. 289\\nNo smile is like the smile of death,\\nWhen all good musings past\\nRise wafted with the parting breath,\\nThe sweetest thought the last.\\nStttrtrag uejrt btiovz ^trfcent\\nSELF-EXAMINATION BEFORE ADVENT.\\nGather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost. St. John vi. 12.\\nOo^pel for the day.}\\n[Stir up, we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful\\npeople that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good\\nworks, may by thee be plenteously rewarded, through Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. \u00c2\u00a3men.~\\\\\\nWILL God indeed with fragments bear,\\nSnatch d late from the decaying year\\nOr can the Saviour s blood endear\\nThe dregs of a polluted life\\nWhen down th o erwhelming current tost,\\nJust ere he sink for ever lost,\\nThe sailor s untried arms are cross d\\nIn agonizing prayer, will Ocean cease her strife I", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "290 Sunday next before Advent,\\nSighs that exhaust but not relieve,\\nHeart-rending sighs, O spare to heave\\nA bosom freshly taught to grieve\\nFor lavish d hours and love mispent\\nNow through her round of holy thought\\nThe Church our annual steps has brought,\\nBut we no holy fire have caught\\nBack on the gaudy world our wilful eyes were bent.\\nToo soon th ennobling carols, pour d\\nTo hymn the birth-night of the Lord,*\\nWhich duteous memory should have stor d\\nFor thankful echoing all the year\\nToo soon those airs have pass d away\\nNor long within the heart would stay\\nThe silence of Christ s dying day,t\\nProfan d by worldly mirth, or scar d by worldly fear.\\nSome strain of hope and victory\\nOn Easter wings might lift us high\\nA little while we sought the sky\\nAnd when the Spirit s beacon firesj\\nOn every hill began to blaze,\\nLightening the world with glad amaze,\\nWho but must kindle while they gaze\\nBut faster than she soars, our earth-bound Fancy tires.\\nChristmas. f Good Friday. Whitsunday.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "Sunday next before Advent. 291\\nNor yet for these, nor all the rites,\\nBy which our Mother s voice invites\\nOur God to bless our home delights,\\nAnd sweeten every secret tear\\nThe funeral dirge, the marriage vow,\\nThe hallow d font where parents bow,\\nAnd now elate and trembling now\\nTo the Redeemer s feet their new-found treasures bear\\nNot for the Pastor s gracious arm\\nStretch d out to bless a Christian charm\\nTo dull the shafts of worldly harm\\nNor, sweetest, holiest, best of all,\\nFor the dear feast of Jesus dying,\\nUpon that altar ever lying,\\nWhere souls with sacred hunger sighing\\nAre call d to sit and eat, while angels prostrate fall\\nNo, not for each and all of these,\\nHave our frail spirits found their ease.\\nThe gale that stirs th autumnal trees\\nSeems tun d as truly to our hearts\\nAs when, twelve weary months ago,\\nTwas moaning bleak, so high and low,\\nYou would have thought Remorse and Woe\\nHad taught the innocent air their sadly thrilling parts.\\nIs it, Christ s light is too divine,\\nWe dare not hope like Him to shine", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "292 Sunday next before Advent.\\nBut see, around His dazzling shrine\\nEarth s gems the fire of Heaven have caught\\nMartyrs and saints each glorious day-\\nDawning in order on our way\\nRemind us, how our darksome clay\\nMay keep th ethereal warmth our new Creator brought.\\nThese we have scorn d, false and frail!\\nAnd now once more th appalling tale,\\nHow love divine may woo and fail,\\nOf our lost year in heaven is told\\nWhat if as far our life were past,\\nOur weeks all number d to the last,\\nWith time and hope behind us cast,\\nAnd all our work to do with palsied hands and cold?\\nO watch and pray ere Advent dawn\\nFor thinner than the subtlest lawn\\nTwixt thee and death the veil is drawn.\\nBut Love too late can never glow\\nThe scatter d fragments Love can glean,\\nRefine the dregs, and yield us clean\\nTo regions where one thought serene\\nBreathes sweeter than whole years of sacrifice below.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "St \u00c2\u00aevtttvtW8 Ba\\n[November 30.]\\nHe first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him, We have\\nfound the Messiasj and he brought him unto Jesus. St. John i. 41, 42.\\n[Almighty God, who didst give such grace unto thy holy\\nApostle Saint Andrew, that he readily obeyed the calling of thy\\nSon Jesus Christ, and followed him without delay grant unto us\\nall, that we, being called by thy holy word, may forthwith give\\nup ourselves obediently to fulfil thy holy commandments, through\\nthe same, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nWHEN brothers part for manhood s race,\\nWhat gift may most endearing prove\\nSt. Andrew was a native of Bethsaida, in Galilee. He was the son\\nof a fisherman named Jonas, and the brother of Simon, surnamed Peter. He\\nhad been the disciple of John the Baptist, and was one of the two to whom\\nJohn pointed out the Saviour as the Lamb of God, who taketh away the\\nsins of the world. It was his happiness to introduce his more illustrious\\nbrother, the apostle Peter, to the knowledge of Jesus hence sometimes\\ncalled, in reference to Peter s emblematic name, the rock before the rock.\\nHe was ordained an apostle by our Lord. It is said that Scythia was chiefly\\nthe field of his labours and that the instrument of his martyrdom was a\\ncross of a peculiar form (X) 5 known as St. Andrew s Cross. The Scotch,\\nY", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "294 St. Andrew s Bay.\\nTo keep fond memory in her place,\\nAnd certify a brother s love\\nTis true, bright hours together told,\\nAnd blissful dreams in secret shar d,\\nSerene or solemn, gay or bold,\\nShall last in fancy unimpair d.\\nEven round the death-bed of the good\\nSuch dear remembrances will hover,\\nAnd haunt us with no vexing mood\\nWhen all the cares of earth are over.\\nBut yet our craving spirits feel,\\nWe shall live on, though Fancy die,\\nAnd seek a surer pledge a seal\\nOf love to last eternally.\\nWho art thou, that wouldst grave thy name\\nThus deeply in a brother s heart\\nwho chose him as their patron Saint, had a tradition that his remains were\\nbrought to St. Andrews, A.D. 368, and entombed there. The festival of St.\\nAndrew determines the beginning of the season of Advent. (See note on\\nAdvent Sunday.) The honour of thus announcing, as it were, the coming\\nof the Lord, may have been assigned to him, says Bishop Sparrow, because\\nit was he who first came to Christ, and followed him before any of the\\nother apostles.\\nIt is a beautiful circumstance that the two disciples who first came\\nto Jesus were brothers in the flesh, and that the one led the other to him.\\nThe bond of brotherhood may well be close and holy. But how much more\\nso when, as here, nature is consecrated by grace", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "St. Andrew s Bay. 295\\nLook on this saint, and learn to frame\\nThy love-charm with true Christian art.\\nFirst seek thy Saviour out, and dwell\\nBeneath the shadow of his roof,*\\nTill thou have scann d his features well,\\nAnd known Him for the Christ by proof;\\nSuch proof as they are sure to find,\\nWho spend with him their happier days,\\nClean hands, and a self-ruling mind\\nEver in tune for love and praise.\\nThen, potent with the spell of heaven,\\nGo, and thine erring brother gain,t\\nEntice him home to be forgiven,\\nTill he, too, see his Saviour plain.\\nOr, if before thee in the race,\\nUrge him with thine advancing tread,\\nWhen Andrew and the other disciple to whom John spake, had fol-\\nlowed Jesus till they saw where he dwelt, they abode with him that day.\\nThe account which John had given of him made them in earnest to know\\nhim, and they took the proper means, personal acquaintance. They did not\\ngo, and look, and come away. They abode with him. Is it not univer-\\nsally in his sacrificial character, as the Lamb of God, taking away sin, that\\nthe Saviour permanently impresses the hearts of men, draws them and\\nkeeps them?\\nHe first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him, We\\nhave found the Messias and he brought him to Jesus. His intercourse\\nwith him whom John describes as the Lamb of God, enabled Andrew to\\nrecognize him as the Messias, the Christ, or Anointed.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "296 St. Andrew s Day.\\nTill, like twin stars, with even pace,\\nEach lucid course be duly sped.\\nNo fading frail memorial give\\nTo soothe his soul when thou art gone,\\nBut wreaths of hope for aye to live,\\nAnd thoughts of good together done.\\nThat so, before the judgment-seat,\\nThough chang d and glorified each face,\\nNot unremember d ye may meet\\nFor endless ages to embrace.*\\nThere is here allusion made to that hope of recognition in a future\\nstate in which many pious Christians not groundlessly indulge. Bishop\\nMant, in his Happiness of the Blessed, has fully investigated the subject,\\nby the light of Scripture, and shown it to be at least probable. There is an\\nable sermon, too, on this interesting subject, by my long-loved friend, the\\nRev. Benjamin Dorr, rector of Trinity Church, Utica.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "St Stomas 2iag**\\n[December 21.]\\nThomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed blessed are they\\nthat have not seen, and yet have believed. St. John xx. 29. Gospel for the\\nday.]\\n[Almighty and ever living God, who, for the greater confirma-\\ntion of the faith, didst suffer thy holy Apostle Thomas to be\\ndoubtful in thy Son s resurrection grant us so perfectly, and\\nwithout all doubt, to believe in thy Son Jesus Christ, that our\\nfaith in thy sight may never be reproved. Hear us, O Lord,\\nthrough the same Jesus Christ to whom, with thee and the Holy\\nGhost, be all honour and glory, now and for evermore. Amen.}\\nWE were not by when Jesus came,!\\nBut round us, far and near,\\nThomas, called also Didymus, the twin, was a fisherman of Galilee.\\nHe is chiefly memorable for his strange incredulity, and its complete convic-\\ntion. He was an apostle of our Lord, and is said by Origen to have laboured\\nchiefly in Parthia. A race of Christians have been found near the coast of\\nMalabar, known as the Christians of St. Thomas, and claiming spiritual\\ndescent from him. See Dr Buchanan s very interesting Christian Re-\\nsearches in India.\\nf St. John xx. 24. Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymu3, was net\\nwith them when Jesus came.\\ny2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "298 St. Thomas Day.\\nWe see his trophies, and his name\\nIn choral echoes hear.\\nIn a fair ground our lot is cast,\\nAs in the solemn week that past,\\nWhile some might doubt, but all ador d,*\\nEre the whole widow d Church had seen her risen Lord.\\nSlowly, as then, His bounteous hand\\nThe golden chain unwinds,\\nDrawing to Heaven with gentlest band\\nWise hearts and loving minds.\\nLove sought him first at dawn of mornt\\nFrom her sad couch she sprang forlorn,\\nShe sought to weep with Thee alone,\\nAnd saw thine open grave, and knew that Thou wert\\ngone.\\nReason and Faith at once set outj:\\nTo search the Saviour s tomb\\nFaith faster runs, but waits without,\\nAs fearing to presume,\\nSt. Matt, xxviii. 17. When they saw him, they worshipped him: but\\nsome doubted.\\nf St. Mary Magdalen s visit to the sepulchre.\\nNot she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung,\\nNot she denied him with unholy tongue\\nShe, while apostles shrunk, could danger brave,\\nLast at his cross, and earliest at his grave.\\nWoman, a Poem, by Barret.\\nSt. Peter and St. John.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "St. Thomas Day. 299\\nTill Reason enter in, and trace\\nChrist s relics round the holy place\\nHere lay His limbs, and here His sacred head,\\nAnd who was by, to make his new-forsaken bed?\\nBoth wonder, one believes but while\\nThey muse on all at home,\\nNo thought can tender love beguile\\nFrom Jesus grave to roam.\\nWeeping she stays till He appear\\nHer witness first the Church must hear*\\nAll joy to souls that can rejoice\\nWith her at earliest call of His dear gracious voice.\\nJoy too to those, who love to talk\\nIn secret how He died,\\nThough with seal d eyes awhile they walk,\\nNor see Him at their side\\nMost like the faithful pair are they,t\\nWho once to Emmaus took their way,\\nHalf darkling, till their Master shed\\nHis glory on their souls, made known in breaking bread.\\nThus, ever brighter and more bright,\\nOn those he came to save\\nThe first appearance of the risen Saviour was to her out of whom he\\nhad cast seven devils, A touching circumstance, full of encouragement, and\\nbeautifully illustrative of His tender love, who is not willing that any should\\nperish, and desires the salvation even of the chief of sinners.\\nt St. Luke xxiv. 13\u00e2\u0080\u009432.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "300 St. Thomas Day.\\nThe Lord of new-created light\\nDawn d gradual from the grave\\nTill pass d th inquiring daylight hour,\\nAnd with clos d door in silent bower*\\nThe Church in anxious musing sate,\\nAs one who for redemption still had long to wait.\\nThen, gliding through th unopening door,\\nSmooth without step or sound,\\nPeace to your souls, He said no more\\nThey own him, kneeling round.\\nEye, ear, and hand, and loving heart,!\\nBody and soul in every part,\\nSuccessive made His witnesses that hour,\\nCease not in all the world to show his i saving power.\\nIs there, on earth, a spirit frail,\\nWho fears to take their word,\\nScarce daring, through the twilight pale,\\nTo think he sees the Lord 1\\nWith eyes too tremblingly awake\\nTo bear with dimness for His sake\\nRead and confess the hand divine\\nThat drew thy likeness here so true in every line.\\nSt. John xx. 19. Then the same day at evening, being the first day\\nof the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled\\nfor fear of the Jews, came Jesus, and stood in the midst, and said unto them,\\nPeace be unto you.\\nf He showed unto them his hands and his side.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "St. Thomas 1 Day. 301\\nFor all thy rankling doubts so sore,\\nLove thou thy Saviour still,\\nHim for thy Lord and God adore,*\\nAnd ever do His will.\\nThough vexing thoughts may seem to last,\\nLet not thy soul be quite o ercast\\nSoon will He show thee all His wounds, and say,\\nLong have I known thy namet know thou my face\\nalway.\\nThe unbelief of Thomas, or, as the Collect expresses it, his doubt-\\nfulness in Christ s resurrection removed, most naturally carries him to the\\nfullest expression of his conviction not only of that fact, but of his full divi-\\nnity, My Lord, and my God 1 Is not this ardour of conviction very char-\\nacteristic in him who before had said, Let us also go, that we may die\\nwith him St. John xi. 16.\\nf In Exodus xxxiii. 17, God says to Moses, I know thee byname;\\nmeaning, I bear especial favour towards thee. Thus our Saviour speaks\\nto St. Thomas by name in the place here referred to.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "[January 25.]\\nAnd he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul,\\nwhy persecutest thou me And he said, Who art thou, Lord And the\\nLord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. Acts ix. 4, 5, [Scripture for\\nthe Epistle.]\\n[O God, who, through the preaching of the blessed Apostle\\nSaint Paul, hast caused the light of the gospel to shine through-\\nout the world j grant, we beseech thee, that we, having his won-\\nderful conversion in remembrance, may show forth our thankful-\\nness unto thee for the same, by following the holy doctrine\\nwhich he taught, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Jlmen.}\\nTHE mid day sun, with fiercest glare,\\nBroods o er the hazy, twinkling air\\nPaul, whose name was Saul, was a Jew of Tarsus in Cilicia. He\\nwas instructed in all the learning of his nation by the celebrated Gamaliel.\\nIn accordance, however, with Jewish usages, he learned the trade of a tent-\\nmaker. Being a great zealot for the law, he exerted himself in every way to\\noppose Christianity, and destroy its professors. It was on a journey of per-\\nsecution to Damascus, that he was suddenly arrested by a light from heaven,\\nand miraculously converted to the Christian faith by the voice of the Lord\\nJesus himself. At the same time he was called to be an Apostle, and sent\\nespecially to the Gentiles. After great labours and perils, in which he", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "Tlxt Conversion of St. Paul. 303\\nAlong the level sand\\nThe palm-tree s shade unwavering lies,\\nJust as thy towers, Damascus, rise\\nTo greet yon wearied band.\\nThe leader of that martial crew\\nSeems bent some mighty deed to do,\\nSo steadily he speeds,\\nWith lips firm clos d and fixed eye,\\nLike warrior when the fight is nigh,\\nNor talk nor landscape heeds.\\nWhat sudden blaze is round him pour d,\\nAs though all Heaven s refulgent hoard\\nIn one rich glory shone\\nOne moment and to earth he falls\\nWhat voice his inmost heart appals\\nVoice heard by him alone.\\nFor to the rest both words and form\\nSeem lost in lightning and in storm,\\nWhile Saul, in wakeful trance,\\nSees deep within that dazzling field\\nHis persecuted Lord reveal d\\nWith keen yet pitying glance\\nplanted many churches, and wrote fourteen epistles, he suffered martyrdom\\nat Rome, under Nero, A.D. 68. The festival appointed in his honour com-\\nmemorates, not, as usual, his death, but his conversion. The argument for\\nthe truth of Christianity from this event, has been most admirably stated\\nby Lord Lyttlelon.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "304 The Conversion of St. Paul.\\nAnd hears the meek upbraiding call\\nAs gently on his spirit fall,\\nAs if th Almighty Son\\nWere prisoner yet in this dark earth,\\nNor had proclaim d his royal birth,\\nNor his great power begun.\\nAh wherefore persecut st thou me?\\nHe heard and saw, and sought to free\\nHis strain d eye from the sight:\\nBut Heaven s high magic bound it there,\\nStill gazing, though untaught to bear\\nTh insufferable light.\\nWho art thou, Lord? he falters forth:-\\nSo shall Sin ask of heaven and earth\\nAt the last awful day.\\nWhen did we see thee suffering nigh,*\\nAnd pass d thee with unheeding eye\\nGreat God of judgment, say!\\nAh little dream our listless eyes\\nWhat glorious presence they despise.\\nWhile, in our noon of life,\\nTo power or fame we rudely press.\\nChrist is at hand, to scorn or bless,\\nChrist suffers in our strife.\\nSt. Matthew xxv. 44.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "The Conversion of St. Paul. 305\\nAnd though heaven gate long since have clos d,\\nAnd our dear Lord in bliss repos d\\nHigh above mortal ken,\\nTo every ear in every land\\n(Though meek ears only understand)*\\nHe speaks as He did then.\\nAh wherefore persecute ye me?\\nTis hard, ye so in love should bef\\nWith your own endless woe.\\nKnow, though at God s right hand I live,\\nI feel each wound ye reckless give\\nTo the least saint below.\\nI in your care my brethren left, J\\nNot willing ye should be bereft\\nOf waiting on your Lord.\\nIs it not to meekness, as the fruit of faith, that the richest encourage-\\nments of the Scripture are given The meek will he guide in judgment,\\nand the meek will he teach his way. The same sentiment is embodied in\\nthe promise of the same Psalm (25), The secret of the Lord is with them\\nthat fear him. It is the meek and contrite spirit which is described by\\nIsaiah as trembling at God s word. And is not the spirit of meekness the\\nspirit of that precious text, If any man will do his will, he shall know of\\nthe doctrine, whether it be of God At least it may be said, that meekness\\nis eminently the element of Christian discipleship.\\nf It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks resistance to the will\\nof God is self-destruction. The figure is taken from the Eastern mode of driv-\\ning oxen with a goad, against which the restive animal kicks back, and hurts\\nhimself.\\nJ The poor ye have always with you.\\nZ", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "306 The Conversion of St. Paul.\\nThe meanest offering ye can make\\nA drop of water for love s sake,*\\nIn Heaven, be sure, is stor d.\\nO by those gentle tones and dear,\\nWhen Thou hast stay d our wild career,\\nThou only hope of souls,\\nNe er let us cast one look behind,\\nBut in the thought of Jesus find\\nWhat every thought controls.\\nAs to thy last Apostle s heart\\nThy lightning glance did then impart\\nZeal s never-dying fire,\\nSo teach us on thy shrine to lay\\nOur hearts, and let them day by day\\nIntenser blaze and higher.\\nAnd as each mild and winning note\\n(Like pulses that round harp-strings float,\\nWhen the full strain is o er)\\nLeft lingering on his inward ear\\nMusic, that taught, as death drew near,\\nLove s lesson more and more\\nSo, as we walk our earthly round,\\nStill may the echo of that sound\\nBe in our memory stor d\\nSt. Matthew x. 42.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "The Conversion of St. Paul. 307\\nChristians behold your happy state\\nChrist is in these, who round you wait\\nMake much of your dear Lord\\nWxz iPurtffcatfon,*\\n[February 2.]\\nBlessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.\\nSt. Matthew v. 8,\\n[Almighty and everliving God, we humbly beseech thy Ma-\\njesty, that as thy only begotten Son was this day presented in\\nthe Temple in substance of our flesh so we may be presented\\nunto thee with pure and clean hearts, by the same thy Son Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. Amen.]\\nBLESS D are the pure in heart,\\nFor they shall see our God,\\nThis is a double festival. It commemorates the offering under the law\\nmade by the blessed mother, and the presentation, in agreement with the\\nprovision of the same law, of the incarnate Son, in the temple of his Father.\\nThe narrative, as it is recorded by St. Luke i. 22 39, needs no explanation,\\nand can receive no additional interest. In the Book of Common Prayer, the\\nname of the festival is more fully descriptive of it3 objects, The Presenta-\\ntion of Christ in the Temple, commonly called the Purification of Saint Mary\\nthe Virgin. It is also known in England as Candlemas day, because\\nformerly at its celebration candles were lighted in the Churches. We\\ncarry lights in our hands, says a writer of the twelfth century, quoted by", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "308 The Purification.\\nThe secret of the Lord is theirs,\\nTheir soul is Christ s abode.,\\nMight mortal thought presume\\nTo guess an angel s lay,\\nSuch are the notes that echo through\\nThe courts of Heaven to-day.\\nSuch the triumphal hymns\\nOn Sion s Prince that wait,\\nIn high procession passing on\\nTowards His temple-gate.\\nGive ear, ye kings bow downy\\nYe rulers of the earth\\nThis, this is He your Priest by grace,\\nYour God and King by birth.\\nNo pomp of earthly guards\\nAttends with sword and spear,\\nAnd all-defying, dauntless look,\\nTheir monarches way to clear\\nBishop Sparrow, first, to signify that our light should shine before men\\nsecondly, this we do this day especially in memory of the wise virgins, of\\nwhom this blessed virgin is the chief, who went to meet their Lord with their\\nlamps lighted and burning. But a better reason is found in the description\\ngiven of our Lord on this occasion, by good old Simeon, as a light to lighten\\nthe Gentiles. The practice was interdicted in 1^48, by the order of Arch-,\\nbishop Cranmer.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "The Purification, 309\\nYet are there more with him\\nThan all that are with you\\nThe armies of the highest Heaven,\\nAll righteous, good, and true.\\nSpotless their robes and pure,\\nDipp d in the sea of light,\\nThat hides the unapproached shrine\\nFrom men s and angels sight.\\nHis throne, thy bosom blest,\\nO Mother undefil d\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat throne, if aught beneath the skies,\\nBeseems the sinless child.\\nLost in high thoughts, whose son\\nThe wondrous Babe might prove,\\nHer guileless husband walks beside,\\nBearing the hallow d dove\\nMeet emblem of His vow,\\nWho, on this happy day,\\nHis dove-like soul best sacrifice\\nDid on God s altar lay.\\nThis was the offering permitted by the law to the poor. And if she\\nbe not able to bring a lamb, then she shall bring two turtle-doves. Leviticus\\nxii. 8. So did he, who was rich 3 for our sakes become poor.\\nz2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "310 The Purification.\\nBut who is he, by years*\\nBow d, but erect in heart,\\nWhose prayers are struggling with his tears\\nLord, let me now depart.\\nNow hath thy servant seen\\nThy saving health, O Lord\\nTis time that I depart in peace,\\nAccording to thy word.\\nYet swells the pomp one more\\nComes forth to bless her God\\nFull fourscore years, meek widow, shet\\nHer heaven- ward way hath trod.\\nShe who to earthly joys\\nSo long had given farewell,\\nNow sees, unlook d for, Heaven on earth,\\nChrist in His Israel.\\nWide open from that hour\\nThe temple-gates are set,\\nAnd still the saints rejoicing there\\nThe holy Child have met.\\nSimeon, a man just and devout, who waited for the consolation of\\nIsrael.\\nAnna, a prophetess, a widow of about fourscore and four years, which\\ndeparted not from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night\\nand day. Such as these two devout and holy persons are they to whom, in\\nall ages, the Lord s Christ has been revealed.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "The Purification,\\nNow count his train to-day,\\nAnd who may meet him, learn\\nHim child-like sires, meek maidens find,\\nWhere pride can nought discern.\\nStill to the lowly soul\\nHe doth himself impart,\\nAnd for His cradle and His throne\\nChooseth the pure in heart.*\\n311\\nThere are more senses than one in which the blessedness of seeing God\\nbelongs to the pure in heart. To them it is given to understand his will here,\\nas hereafter to know even as they are known.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "St 3^^11111^^ Bag*\\n[FEBRUARY 24.]\\nWherefore of these men, which have companied with us all the time that\\nthe Lord Jesus went in and out among us beginning from the baptism of\\nJohn, until that same day that he was taken up from us, must one be\\nordained to be a witness with us of his resurrection. Acts i. 21, 22. [Scrip-\\nture for the Epistle.]\\n[O Almighty God, who into the place of the traitor Judas didst\\nchoose thy faithful servant Matthias, to be of the number of the\\ntwelve apostles; grant that thy Church, being always preserved\\nfrom false apostles, may be ordered and guided by faithful and\\ntrue Pastors, through Jesus Christ our Lord. J2men.]\\nWHO is God s chosen priest?\\nHe, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,\\nWho trac d His holy steps, nor ever ceas d\\nFrom Jordan banks to Bethphage height\\nSt. Matthias, probably of the seventy, was chosen under the divine\\ndirection, to supply the vacant apostleship of Judas, who, by transgression,\\nfell. It is remarkable that this event, as St. Peter plainly showed (Acts i.\\n20), was the subject of express prophecy.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "St. Matthias Day. 313\\nWho hath learn d lowliness\\nFrom his Lord s cradle, patience from his cross\\nWhom poor men s eyes and hearts consent to bless\\nTo whom, for Christ, the world is loss\\nWho both in agony\\nHath seen Him and in glory and in both\\nOwn d Him divine, and yielded, nothing loth,\\nBody and soul, to live and die,\\nIn witness of his Lord,\\nIn humble following of his Saviour dear\\nThis is the man to wield th unearthly sword,\\nWarring unharm d with sin and fear.\\nBut who can e er suffice*\\nWhat mortal for this more than angel s task,\\nWinning or losing souls, Thy life-blood s price\\nThe gift were too divine to ask,\\nBut Thou hast made it sure\\nBy Thy dear promise to Thy Church and Bride,\\nThat Thou, on earth, would st aye with her endure,\\nTill earth to Heaven be purified.t\\nThou art her only spouse,\\nWhose arm supports her, on whose faithful breast\\nWho is sufficient for these things 2 Corinthians ii. 16.\\nt Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. St. Mau\\ntheto xxviii. 20.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "314 St. Matthias Day.\\nHer persecuted head she meekly bows,\\nSure pledge of her eternal rest.\\nThou, her unerring guide,\\nStayest her fainting steps along the wild\\nThy mark is on the bowers of lust and pride,\\nThat she may pass them undenTd.\\nWho then, uncall d by Thee,\\nDare touch thy spouse, thy very self below 1\\nOr who dare count him summon d worthily,\\nExcept thine hand and seal he show\\nWhere can thy seal be found,\\nBut on the chosen seed, from age to age\\nBy thine anointed heralds duly crown d,\\nAs kings and priests thy war to wage t*\\nThen fearless walk we forth,\\nYet full of trembling, Messengers of God\\nThis is a pregnant question. The ministers of Christ either represent\\nhim, or act in their own name. If the latter, what authority have they more\\nthan other men If the former, where is the evidence of their authority to\\nrepresent Christ That he sent the apostles in his own name is evident. That\\nthey in like manner sent others is evident. That from the apostles times the\\nsacred chain has never yet been broken is evident. Where shall the seal be\\nlooked for then, but among them who, from age to age, have still been sent by\\nthose whom Christ sent, as the Father first sent him What warrant surer\\nneed there be than theirs, which, issued at the first by Christ himself, has since\\nbeen handed down, from hand to hand, as duly and as certainly as the inspir-\\ned record of our faith", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "St. Matthias 1 Bay. 315\\nOur warrant sure, but doubting of our worth,\\nBy our own shame alike and glory aw d.\\nDread Searcher of the hearts,\\nThou who didst seal by thy descending Dove\\nThy servant s choice, help us in our parts,\\nElse helpless found, to learn and teach thy love.\\nEht nnxmtiutiou of the Mznutti \u00c2\u00aetrgin\\n[March 25.]\\nAnd the Angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favour-\\ned, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women. St. Luke i. 28.\\n[Gospel for the day.]\\n[We beseech thee, O Lord, pour thy grace into our hearts that\\nas we have known the incarnation of thy Son Jesus Christ by the\\nmessage of an angel so by his cross and passion we may be\\nbrought unto the glory of his resurrection through the same Jesus\\nChrist our Lord. J3men.~\\\\\\nOH Thou who deign st to sympathize\\nWith all our frail and fleshly ties,\\nThis festival, frequently denominated Lady Day, commemorates the\\nannunciation, or declaration made by the angel Gabriel to the Virgin Mary,\\nthat she should become, by the overshadowing of the Holy Ghost, the mother\\nof our Lord Jesus Christ.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "316 The Annunciation.\\nMaker, yet Brother dear,\\nForgive the too presumptuous thought,\\nIf, calming wayward grief, I sought\\nTo gaze on Thee too near.\\nYet sure twas not presumption, Lord,\\nTwas thine own comfortable word\\nThat made the lesson known\\nOf all the dearest bonds we prove,\\nThou countest sons and mothers love\\nMost sacred, most thine own.\\nWhen wandering here a little span,\\nThou took st on Thee to rescue man,\\nThou hadst no earthly sire\\nThat wedded love we prize so dear,\\nAs if our heaven and home were here,\\nIt lit in Thee no fire.\\nOn no sweet sister s faithful breast\\nWouldst thou thine aching forehead rest,\\nOn no kind brother lean\\nBut who, perfect filial heart,\\nE er did like Thee a true son s part,\\nEndearing, firm, serene\\nThou wept st, meek maiden, mother mild,\\nThou wept st upon thy sinless child,\\nThy very heart was riven", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "The Annunciation. 317\\nAnd yet, what mourning matron here\\nWould deem thy sorrows bought too dear\\nBy all on this side heaven?\\nA son that never did amiss,\\nThat never sham d his mother s kiss,\\nNor cross d her fondest prayer:\\nEven from the tree he deign d to bow\\nFor her his agonized brow,\\nHer, his sole earthly care.*\\nAve Maria blessed Maid\\nLily of Eden s fragrant shade,\\nWho can express the love\\nThat nurtur d thee so pure and sweet,\\nMaking thy heart a shelter meet\\nFor Jesus holy Dove\\nAve Maria Mother blest,\\nTo whom caressing and caress d,\\nClings the Eternal child;\\nFavour d beyond Archangel s dream,\\nWhen first on thee with tenderest gleam\\nThy new-born Saviour smil d\\nThere is no passage in the whole Scripture of deeper and more touch-\\ning pathos than that which records the Saviour s commendation of his mo-\\nther to the heloved disciple. When Jesus, therefore, saw his mother and\\nthe disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman,\\nbehold thy Son. Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother; and from\\nthat hour that disciple took her to his own home. St. John xix. 26, 27.\\n2 A", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "318 The, Annunciation\\nAve Maria Thou whose name\\nAll but adoring love may claim,*\\nYet may we reach thy shrine\\nFor He, thy Son and Saviour, vows\\nTo crown all lowly lofty brows\\nWith love and joy like thine.\\nBless d is the womb that bare Him bless df\\nThe bosom where his lips were press d,\\nBut rather bless d are they\\nThe Church in this, as in all other things, follows closely after the\\nScriptures. The mother of our Lord she regards and honours as blessed\\namong women but she pays her no adoration, and raises her into no com-\\npetition with the one mediator between God and man. So Bishop Mant,\\nBlest among women is thy lot\\nBut higher meed we yield thee not,\\nNor more than woman s name.\\nNor solemn Hail to thee we pay\\nNor prayer to thee for mercy pray,\\nNor hymn of glory raise\\nNor thine we deem is God s high throne,\\nNor thine the birth-right of thy Son\\nThe Mediator s praise.\\nMother of Jesus, Parent dear\\nIf aught of earthly thou couldst hear,\\nIf aught of human see\\nWhat pangs thy humble heart must wring,\\nTo know thy Saviour, Lord and King,\\nDishonoured thus for thee!\\nt St. Luke xi. 27, 28.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "The Annunciation. 319\\nWho hear his word and keep it well,\\nThe living homes where Christ shall dwell,\\nAnd never pass away.\\nSi J arfe s Was.*\\n[April 25.]\\nAnd the contention was so sharp between them, that they departed asun-\\nder the one from the other. Acts xv. 39.\\nCompare 2 Timothy iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee, for he is\\nprofitable to me for the ministry.\\n[O Almighty God, who hast instructed thy Holy Church with\\nthe heavenly doctrine of thy Evangelist Saint Mark give us\\ngrace, that being not like children carried away with every blast\\nof vain doctrine, we may be established in the truth of the holy\\nGospel, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nOH who shall dare in this frail scene\\nOn holiest happiest thoughts to lean,\\nOn Friendship, Kindred, or on Love\\nSt. Mark is one of the two who are commemorated by the Church\\nas Evangelists 5 he having written one of the four Gospels, though not called\\nto be an apostle. He was the companion, however, of Paul and Barnabas and\\nPeter, with whom he preached the Gospel. He was the sister s son of Bar-\\nnabas, his mother being that Mary to whose house at Jerusalem the disciples-\\nmuch resorted {Acts xii. 12). He is commonly known in Scripture as John\\nMark, and is declared by Eusebius to have been the first bishop of Alexan-\\ndria.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "320 St. Mark s Bay.\\nSince not Apostles hands can clasp\\nEach other in so firm a grasp,\\nBut they shall change and variance prove.\\nYet deem not, on such parting sad\\nShall dawn no welcome dear and glad\\nDivided in their earthly race,\\nTogether at the glorious goal,\\nEach leading many a rescu d soul,\\nThe faithful champions shall embrace.\\nFor even as those mysterious Four,\\nWho the bright whirling wheels upbore\\nBy Chebar in the fiery blast,*\\nSo, on their tasks of love and praise\\nThe saints of God their several ways\\nRight onward speed, yet join atlast.f\\nAnd sometimes even beneath the moon\\nThe Saviour gives a gracious boon,\\nWhen reconciled Christians meet,\\nEzekiel i. 9. They turned not when they went they went every one\\nstraight forward.\\nThe whole passage in Ezekiel is most glorious and majestic. The\\nparaphrase here used of the Scriptural phrase straight forward is Mil-\\ntonic,\\nYet, I argue not\\nAgainst Heaven s hand or will, nor bate a jot\\nOf heart or hope hut still bear up, and steer\\nRight onward.\\nSonnet to Cijriac Skinner.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "St. Mark s Bay. 321\\nAnd face to face, and heart to heart,\\nHigh thoughts of holy love impart\\nIn silence meek, or converse sweet.\\nCompanion of the Saints twas thine\\nTo taste that drop of peace divine,\\nWhen the great soldier of thy Lord\\nCall d thee to take his last farewell,*\\nTeaching the Church with joy to tell\\nThe story of your love restor d.\\nO then the glory and the bliss,\\nWhen all that pain d or seem d amiss\\nShall melt with earth and sin away!\\nWhen saints beneath their Saviour s eye,\\nFill d with each other s company,\\nShall spend in love the eternal day\\nIt is delightful to see that as the first of the two texts quoted as a\\nmotto to these verses, exhibits the apostles as men in their contention, the\\nsecond represents them as Christian men in their reconciliation. Of the same\\nMark, St. Paul elsewhere speaks, as being with him in his imprisonment at\\nRome, and being a comfort to him. Col. iv. 11.\\n2 a2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "St Pulfp an* St. James.*\\n[May 1.]\\nLet the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted but the rich, in\\nthat he is made low. St. James i. 9, 10. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[O Almighty God, whom truly to know is everlasting life;\\ngrant us perfectly to know thy Son Jesus Christ to be the way,\\nthe truth and the life that following the steps of thy Holy Apos-\\ntles, Saint Philip and Saint James, we may steadfastly walk in\\nthe way that leadeth to eternal life, through the same thy Son\\nJesus Christ our Lord. Amen.~\\\\\\nDEAR is the morning gale of spring,\\nAnd dear th autumnal eve\\nPhilip, a fisherman of Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter, was\\nthe first disciple whom our Saviour called, and was numbered with the twelve\\nApostles. James, also one of the twelve, is called in Scripture the son ot\\nAlpheus, or Cleophas, and also the brother of our Lord that is, his near\\nKinsman, their mothers being sisters. He is called James the less (either in\\nreference to his stature, or his age, or perhaps his inferior prominence in the\\nGospel), to distinguish him from James the greater, the son of Zebedee.\\nHe was also surnamed the Just. He wrote the general Epistle which bears\\nhis name, and was the first Bishop of Jerusalem.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "St. Philip and St. James, 323\\nBut few delights can summer bring\\nA Poet s crown to weave.\\nHer bowers are mute, her fountains dry.\\nAnd ever Fancy s wing\\nSpeeds from beneath her cloudless sky,\\nTo autumn or to spring.\\nSweet is the infant s waking smile,\\nAnd sweet the old man s rest\\nBut middle age by no fond wile,\\nNo soothing calm is blest.\\nStill in the world s hot restless gleam\\nShe plies her weary task,\\nWhile vainly for some pleasant dream\\nHer wandering glances ask.\\nshame upon thee, listless heart,\\nSo sad a sigh to heave,\\nAs if thy Saviour had no part\\nIn thoughts, that make thee grieve.\\nAs if along his lonesome way\\nHe had not borne for thee\\nSad languors through the summer day,\\nStorms on the wintry sea.\\nYouth s lightning flash of joy secure\\nPass d seldom o er His spright,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "324 St. Philip and St. James.\\nA well of serious thought and pure.\\nToo deep for earthly light.\\nNo spring was His no fairy gleam\\nFor He by trial knew\\nHow cold and bare what mortals dream,\\nTo worlds where all is true.*\\nThen grudge not thou the anguish keen\\nWhich makes thee like thy Lord,\\nAnd learn to quit with eye serene\\nThy youth s ideal hoard.\\nThy treasur d hopes and raptures high\\nUnmurmuring let them go,\\nNor grieve the bliss should quickly fly\\nWhich Christ disdain d to know.\\nThou shalt have joy in sadness soon\\nThe pure, calm hope be thine,\\nWhich brightens, like the eastern moon,\\nAs day s wild lights decline.\\nThus souls, by nature pitch d too high,\\nBy sufferings plung d too low,\\nMeet in the Church s middle sky,\\nHalf way twixt joy and woe,\\nTo, compared with.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "St. Philip and St. James. 325\\nTo practise there the soothing lay-\\nThat sorrow best relieves\\nThankful for all God takes away,\\nHumbled by all He gives.\\n[June 11.]\\nThe Son of consolation, a Levite.\\nActs iv. 36.\\n[O Lord God Almighty, who didst endue thy holy Apostle Bar-\\nnabas with singular gifts of the Holy Ghost; leave us not, we be-\\nseech thee, destitute of thy manifold gifts, nor yet of grace to use\\nthem alway to thy honour and glory, through Jesus Christ our\\nLord. Jlmen.~\\\\\\nTHE world s a room of sickness, where each heart\\nKnows its own anguish and unrest\\nThe truest wisdom there, and noblest art,\\nIs his, who skills of comfort best\\nJoses, afterwards called Barnabas, was a Jew of Cyprus. From the\\nriale of his estates, and contribution of the value, for the relief of the poor,\\nat the time of his conversion to the Christian faith, he received the latter\\nname, which signifies son of consolation. He is called in Scripture an\\nApostle, though not one of the twelve, and was much associated with St.\\nPaul in the work of edifying the Church.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "326 St. Barnabas.\\nWhom by the softest step and gentlest tone\\nEnfeebled spirits own,\\nAnd love to raise the languid eye,\\nWhen, like an angel s wing, they feel him fleeting by\\nFeel only for in silence gently gliding\\nFain would he shun both ear and sight,\\nTwixt Prayer and watchful Love his heart dividing,\\nA nursing father day and night.*\\nSuch were the tender arms, where cradled lay,\\nIn her sweet natal day,\\nThe Church of Jesus such the love\\nHe to his chosen taught for His dear widow d Dove.\\nWarm d underneath the Comforter s safe wing\\nThey spread th endearing warmth around\\nMourners, speed here your broken hearts to bring,\\nHere healing dews and balms abound\\nHere are soft hands that cannot bless in vain,\\nBy trial taught your pain\\nHere loving hearts, that daily know\\nThe heavenly consolations they on you bestow.\\nSweet thoughts are theirs, that breathe serenest calms,\\nOf holy offerings timely paid,t\\nCan there be imagined a delineation more delightful than this of the\\npastoral visitation of the sick\\nf Acts iv. 37. Having land, he sold it, and brought the money, and laid\\nit at the Apostles feet.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "St. Barnabas. 327\\nOf fire from Heaven to bless their votive alms\\nAnd passions on God s altar laid.\\nThe world to them is clos d, and now they shine\\nWith rays of love divine,\\nThrough darkest nooks of this dull earth\\nPouring, in showery times, their glow of quiet mirth.\\nNew hearts before their Saviour s feet to lay,\\nThis is their first their dearest joy\\nTheir next, from heart to heart to clear the way,*\\nFor mutual love without alloy\\nNever so blest, as when in Jesus roll\\nThey write some hero-soul,\\nMore pleas d upon his brightening road\\nTo wait, than if their own with all his radiance glow d.\\nhappy spirits, mark d by God and man\\nTheir messages of love to bear,t\\nWhat though long since in Heaven your brows began\\nThe genial amarant wreath to wear,\\nAnd in th eternal leisure of calm love\\nYe banquet there above,\\nYet in your sympathetic heart\\nWe and our earthly griefs may ask and hope a part.\\nActs ix. 27. Barnabas took him, and brought him (Saul) to the Apos-\\ntles. It is said that Barnabas and Saul were fellow-disciples of Gamaliel,\\nand hence their acquaintance.\\nf Acts xi. 22; xiii. 2.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "328 St. Barnabas.\\nComfort s true sons amid the thoughts of down\\nThat strew your pillow of repose,\\nSure, tis one joy to muse, how ye unknown\\nBy sweet remembrance soothe our woes,\\nAnd how the spark ye lit, of heavenly cheer,\\nLives in our embers here,\\nWhere er the Cross is born with smiles,\\nOr lighten d secretly by Love s endearing wiles\\nWhere er one Levite in the temple keeps\\nThe watch-fire of his midnight prayer,\\nOr issuing thence, the eyes of mourners steeps\\nIn heavenly balm, fresh gather d there;\\nThus saints, that seem to die in earth s rude strife,\\nOnly win double life\\nThey have but left our weary ways\\nTo live in memory here, in heaven by love and praise.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "St Jofw ft ptint n Hag/\\n[June 24.]\\nBehold I will send you Elijah the prophet, before the great and terrible day\\nof the Lord and he shall turn the heart of the fathers unto the children, and\\nthe heart of the children to the fathers. Malachi iv. 5, 6. [First Evening\\nLesson.]\\n[Almighty God, by whose providence thy servant John Baptist\\nwas wonderfully born, and sent to prepare the way of thy Son our\\nSaviour, by preaching repentance make us so to follow his doc-\\ntrine and holy life, that we may truly repent according to his\\npreaching; and after his example constantly speak the truth,\\nboldly rebuke vice, and patiently suffer for the truth s sake through\\nJesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nTWICE in her season of decay\\nThe fallen Church hath felt Elijah s eye\\nDart from the wild its piercing ray\\nNot keener burns, in the chill morning sky,\\nJohn the Baptist was the predicted forerunner of Jesus, and his miss-\\nion forms the connecting link between the Old and New Testaments. He\\nwas the son of Zacharias and Elizabeth, and took the name, which distin-\\nguishes him from John the Apostle and Evangelist, from his administration of\\n2b", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "330 St. John Baptist s Day.\\nThe herald star\\nWhose touch afar\\nShadows and boding night-birds fly.\\nMethinks we need him once again,\\nThat favour d seer but where shall he be found\\nBy Cherith s side we seek in vain,\\nIn vain on Carmel s green and lonely mound:\\nAngels no more\\nFrom Sinai soar,\\nOn his celestial errands bound.\\nBut wafted to her glorious place\\nBy harmless fire, among the ethereal thrones,\\nHis spirit with a dear embrace\\nThee the lov d harbinger of Jesus owns,\\nWell pleas d to view\\nHer likeness true,\\nAnd trace, in thine, her own deep tones.\\nDeathless himself, he joys with thee\\nTo commune how a faithful martyr dies,\\nAnd in the blest could envy be,\\nHe would behold thy wounds with envious eyes,\\nthe rite of baptism to the multitudes of Judea, and to our blessed Lord. In\\nthe case of all the other saints, except St. Paul, their martyrdom is celebrated\\nin his, his nativity; thus literally fulfilling the prediction of the angel, that\\nmany should rejoice in his birth.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "St. John Baptist s Day. 331\\nStar of our morn,\\nWho yet unborn*\\nDidst guide our hope, where Christ should rise.\\nNow resting from your jealous care\\nFor sinners, such as Eden cannot know,\\nYe pour for us your mingled prayer,\\nNo anxious fear to damp Affection s glow,\\nLove draws a cloud\\nFrom you to shroud\\nRebellion s mystery here below.\\nAnd since we see, and not afar,\\nThe twilight of the great and dreadful day,\\nWhy linger, till Elijah s car\\nStoop from the clouds Why sleep ye rise and pray,\\nYe heralds seal d\\nIn camp or field\\nYour Saviour s banner to display.\\nWhere is the lore the Baptist taught,\\nThe soul unswerving and the fearless tongue ?t\\nThe much-enduring wisdom, sought\\nBy lonely prayer the haunted rocks among\\nSt. Luke i. 44. The Babe leaped in her womb for joy.\\nAfter his example, says the Church, in the collect for this day, con-\\nstantly speak the truth, boldly rebuke vice, and patiently suffer for the\\ntruth s sake.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "332 St, John Baptist s Day,\\nWho counts it gain*\\nHis light should wane,\\nSo the whole world to Jesus throng?\\nThou Spirit who the Church didst lend\\nHer eagle wings, to shelter in the wild,t\\nWe pray thee, ere the Judge descend,\\nWith flames like these, all bright and undenTd,\\nHer watchfires light,\\nTo guide aright\\nOur weary souls, by earth beguil d.\\nSo glorious let thy Pastors shine,\\nThat by their speaking lives the world may learn\\nFirst filial duty, then divine4\\nThat sons to parents, all to Thee may tum;\\nAnd ready prove\\nIn fires of love,\\nAt sight of Thee, for aye to burn.\\nSt. John iii. 30. He must increase, but I must decrease.\\nt Revelations xii. 14.\\nX Malachi iv. 6. He shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children,\\nand the heart of the children to the fathers.\\nSt. Luke i. 17. To turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the\\ndisobedient to the wisdom of the just to make ready a people prepared for\\nthe Lord.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "St. ^tttv B 33ag/*\\n[June 29.]\\nWhen Herod would have brought him out, the same night Peter was sleep-\\ning. Acts xii. 6. [Scripture for the Epistle.}\\n[O Almighty God, who, by tby Son Jesus Christ, didst give to\\nthy Apostle Saint Peter many excellent gifts, and commandedst\\nhim earnestly to feed thy flock make, we beseech thee, all Bishops\\nand Pastors diligently to preach thy holy Word, and the people\\nobediently to follow the same, that they may receive the crown\\nof everlasting glory, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nTHOU thrice denied, yet thrice belov d,t\\nWatch by thine own forgiven friend\\nPeter, anative and fisherman of Bethsaida, was the brother of Andrew,\\nand resided in Capernaum. He was among the first followers of Jesus, and\\none of the twelve Apostles. To his name Simon, Jesus added that of Peter\\n(or Cephas), the one the Greek, and the other the Hebrew name, for rock. He,\\nwith James the greater and John, was the most favoured of the Apostles. He\\nwas illustrious for his zeal and activity, as also for his denial of his Lord, and\\nsubsequent repentance. He was more especially the Apostle of the Jews, as\\nPaul was of the Gentiles. His labours in planting the Gospel were great and\\nsuccessful. He has left two general Epistles.\\nf St. John xxi. 15, 16, 17.\\n2 b2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "334 St. Peter s Day.\\nIn sharpest perils faithful proVd,\\nLet his soul love thee to the end.\\nThe prayer is heard else why so deep\\nHis slumber on the eve of death\\nAnd wherefore smiles he in his sleep\\nAs one who drew celestial breath\\nHe loves and is belov d again\\nCan his soul choose but be at rest\\nSorrow hath fled away, and Pain\\nDares not invade the guarded nest.\\nHe dearly loves, and not alone\\nFor his wing d thoughts are soaring high\\nWhere never yet frail heart was known\\nTo breathe in vain affection s sigh.\\nHe loves and weeps\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but more than tears\\nHave seal d thy welcome and his love\\nOne look lives in him, and endears\\nCrosses and wrongs where er he rove\\nThat gracious chiding look,t Thy call\\nTo win him to himself and Thee,\\nSweetening the sorrow of his fall\\nWhich else were ru d too bitterly.\\nHis being found sleeping, beautifully illustrates his Christian calmness\\nand composure.\\nt St. Luke xxii. 61.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "St. Peter s Day. 335\\nEven through the veil of sleep it shines,\\nThe memory of that kindly glance\\nThe Angel watching by divines\\nAnd spares awhile his blissful trance.\\nOr haply to his native lake*\\nHis vision wafts him back, to talk\\nWith Jesus, ere his flight he takes,\\nAs in that solemn evening walk,\\nWhen to the bosom of his friend,\\nThe Shepherd, He whose name is Good,\\nDid His dear lambs and sheep commend,\\nBoth bought and nourished with His blood\\nThen laid on him th inverted tree,t\\nWhich firm embrac d with heart and arm,\\nMight cast o er hope and memory,\\nO er life and death, its awful charm.\\nWith brightening heart he bears it on,\\nHis passport thro th eternal gates,\\nTo his sweet home so nearly won,\\nHe seems, as by the door he waits,\\nSee the passage here so happily alluded to, John xxi. 15\u00e2\u0080\u009417.\\nf He is said to have been crucified with his head downwards.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "336\\nSt. Peter s Day.\\nThe unexpressive notes to hear*\\nOf angel song and angel motion,\\nRising and falling on the ear\\nLike waves in Joy s unbounded ocean.*^-\\nHis dream is chang d\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Tyrant s voice\\nCalls to that last of glorious deeds\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut as he rises to rejoice,\\nNot Herod but an Angel leads .t\\nHe dreams he sees a lamp flash bright,^\\nGlancing around his prison room,-\\nBut tis a gleam of heavenly light\\nThat fills up all the ample gloom.\\nThe flame, that in a few short years\\nDeep through the chambers of the dead\\nShall pierce, and dry the fount of tears,\\nIs waving o er his dungeon-bed.\\nTouch d he upstarts his chains unbind\u00c2\u00a7\\nThrough darksome vault, up massy stair,\\nHis dizzy, doubting footsteps wind\\nTo freedom and cool moonlight air.\\nSo Milton of his dead Lycidas,\\nAnd hears the unexpressive nuptial song,\\nIn the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. J\\nt And behold the Angel of the Lord came upon him.\\nAnd a light shined in the prison.\\nSee the whole passage here so finely paraphrased, Acts xii. 6\u00e2\u0080\u009419.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "St. Peter s Day. 337\\nThen all himself, all joy and calm,\\nThough for a while his hand forego,\\nJust as it touch d, the martyr s palm,\\nHe turns him to his task below\\nThe pastoral staff, the keys of heaven,\\nTo wield awhile in grey-hair d might,\\nThen from his cross to spring forgiven,\\nAnd follow Jesus out of sight.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "St James* BU\\n[July 25.]\\nYe shall indeed drink of my cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I\\nam baptized with but to sit on my right hand and on my left is not mine to\\ngive, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared of my Father. St.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Matthew xx. 23. {Gospel for the day.]\\n[Grant, O merciful God, that as thine holy Apostle Saint James,\\nleaving his father and all that he had, without delay was obedient\\nunto the calling of thy Son Jesus Christ, and followed him so we,\\nforsaking all worldly and carnal affections, may be evermore\\nready to follow thy holy commandments, through Jesus Christ\\nour Lord. Amen.]\\nSIT down and take thy fill of joy\\nAt God s right hand, a bidden guest,\\nDrink of the cup that cannot cloy,\\nEat of the bread that cannot waste.\\n[James the greater, the son of Zebedee, was a fisherman of Galilee.\\nCalled by Christ, both he and his brother John straightway followed him.\\nThey were named, by our Lord, Boanerges, or sons of thunder, expressive of\\ntheir zeal and devotion to his cause and with Peter enjoyed his chief con-\\nfidence. He was the first of the twelve Apostles who suffered martyrdom,\\nbeing slain, by command of Herod, with a sword.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "St* James Day. 339\\nO great Apostle rightly now\\nThou readest all thy Saviour meant,\\nWhat time His grave yet gentle brow\\nIn sweet reproof on thee was bent.\\nSeek ye to sit enthron d by me\\nAlas ye know not what ye ask,\\nThe first in shame and agony,\\nThe lowest in the meanest task\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThis can ye be and can ye drink\\nThe cup that I in tears must steep,\\nNor from the whelming waters shrink\\nThat o er me roll so dark and deep\\nWe can thine are we, dearest Lord,\\nIn glory and in agony,\\nTo do and suffer all Thy word\\nOnly be Thou for ever nigh.\\nThen be it so my cup receive,\\nAnd of my woes baptismal taste:\\nBut for the crown, that angels weave\\nFor those next me in glory plac d,\\nI give it not by partial love\\nBut in my Father s book are writ\\nWhat names on earth shall lowliest prove,\\nThat they in Heaven may highest sit.\\nTake up the lesson, my heart\\nThou Lord of meekness, write it there,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "340\\nSt, James Day,\\nThine own meek self to me impart,\\nThy lofty hope, thy lowly prayer.\\nIf ever on the mount with Thee\\nI seem to soar in vision bright,\\nWith thoughts of coming agony*\\nStay thou the too presumptuous flight\\nGently along the vale of tears\\nLead me from Tabor s sunbright steep,\\nLet me not grudge a few short years\\nWith Thee tow rd Heaven to walk and weep\\nToo happy, on my silent path,\\nIf now and then allow d with Thee\\nWatching some placid holy death,\\nThy secret work of love to see\\nBut oh most happy, should thy call,\\nThy welcome call, at last be given\\nCome where thou long hast stor d thy all,\\nCome see thy place prepar d in Heaven.\\nSt. Matthew xvii. 12. Likewise shall also the Son of Man suffer of\\nthem. This was just after the transfiguration.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "St asartfiolometo-*\\n[August 24.]\\nJesus answered and said unto him, Because I said unto thee, I saw thee\\nunder the fig-tree, believest thou thou shalt see greater things than these.\\nSt. John i. 50.\\n[O Almighty and everlasting God, who didst give to thine\\nApostle Bartholomew grace truly to believe and to preach thy\\nword grant, we beseech thee, unto thy Church, to love that\\nword which he believed, and both to preach and receive the\\nsame, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.~\\\\\\nHOLD up thy mirror to the sun,\\nAnd thou shalt need an eagle s gaze,\\nSo perfectly the polish d stone\\nGives back the glory of his rays\\nTurn it, and it shall paint as true\\nThe soft green of the vernal earth,\\nAnd each small flower of bashful hue,\\nThat closest hides its lowly birth.\\nBartholomew, one of the twelve Apostles, is generally believed to have\\nbeen that Nathanael of whom Jesus said, Behold an Israelite indeed, in\\nwhom is no guile.\\n2 c", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "342 St. Bartholomew.\\nOur mirror is a blessed book,\\nWhere out from each illumin d page\\nWe see one glorious Image look\\nAll eyes to dazzle and engage,\\nThe Son of God and that indeed\\nWe see Him as He is, we know,\\nSince in the same bright glass we read\\nThe very life of things below.\\nEye of God s word where er we turn\\nEver upon us thy keen gaze\\nCan all the depths of sin discern,\\nUnravel every bosom s maze\\nWho that has felt thy glance of dread\\nThrill through his heart s remotest cells,\\nAbout his path, about his bed,\\nCan doubt what spirit in thee dwells\\n44 What word is this Whence know st thou me\\nAll wondering cries the humbled heart,\\nTo hear thee that deep mystery,\\nThe knowledge of itself, impart.\\nThe position before us is, that we ourselves, and such as we, are the\\nvery persons whom Scripture speaks of: and to whom, as men, in every\\nvariety of persuasive form, it makes its condescending though celestial\\nappeal. The point worthy of observation is, to note how a book of the de-\\nscription and the compass which we have represented Scripture to be, pos-\\nsesses this versatility of power j this eye, like that of a portrait, uniformly\\nfixed upon us, turn where we will. Miller s Bampton Lectures, p. 128.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "St. Bartholomew. 343\\nThe veil is rais d who runs may read,\\nBy its own light the truth is seen,\\nAnd soon the Israelite indeed\\nBows down t adore the Nazarene.\\nSo did Nathanael, guileless man,\\nAt once, not shame-fac d or afraid,\\nOwning him God, who so could scan\\nHis musings in the lonely shade\\nIn his own pleasant fig-tree s shade,*\\nWhich by his household fountain grew,\\nWhere at noon-day his prayer he made,\\nTo know God better than he knew.\\nOh happy hours of heaven-ward thought\\nHow richly crown d how well improv d\\nIn musing o er the Law he taught,\\nIn waiting for the Lord he lov d.\\nWe must not mar with earthly praise\\nWhat God s approving word hath seal d\\nEnough, if right our feeble lays\\nTake up the promise He reveal d\\nThe child-like faith, that asks not sight,\\nWaits not for wonder or for sign,\\nBefore that Philip called thee, when thou wast under the fig-tree, I\\nsaw thee.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "344 St. Bartholomew.\\nBelieves, because it loves, aright\\nShall see things greater, things divine.\\nHeaven to that gaze shall open wide,*\\nAnd brightest angels to and fro\\nOn messages of love shall glide\\nTwixt God above, and Christ below.\\nSo still the guileless man is blest,\\nTo him all crooked paths are straight,\\nHim on his way to endless rest\\nFresh, ever-growing strengths await.f\\nGod s witnesses, a glorious host,\\nCompass him daily like a cloud\\nMartyrs and seers, the sav d and lost,\\nMercies and judgments cry aloud.\\nYet shall to him the still small voice,\\nThat first into his bosom found\\nA way, and flx d his wavering choice,\\nNearest and dearest ever sound.\\nHereafter ye shall see heaven opened, and the angels of God ascend-\\ning and descending upon the Son of man.\\nf Psalm lxxxiv. 7. They shall go from strength to strength.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "[September 21.]\\nAnd after these things, He went forth and saw a publican named Levi, sit-\\nting at the receipt of custom, and He said unto him, Follow me and he left\\nall, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28.\\n[O Almighty God, who by thy blessed Son didst callMatthew\\nfrom the receipt of custom, to be an Apostle and Evangelist\\ngrant us grace to forsake all covetous desires, and inordinate\\nlove of riches and to follow the same thy Son Jesus Christ, who\\nliveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God.\\nworld without end. Amen.\\\\\\nYE hermits blest, ye holy maids,\\nThe nearest heaven on earth,\\nWho talk with God in shadowy glades,\\nFree from rude care and mirth\\nMatthew, called also Levi,was a publican, or collector of taxes, under\\nthe Roman government. He was sitting at the receipt of custom, when,\\ncalled by Jesus to be his disciple, he arose and followed him. He was ap-\\npointed one of the twelve Apostles of our Lord, and wrote one of the four\\nGospels.\\n2 c2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "346 St. Matthew.\\nTo whom some viewless teacher brings\\nThe secret lore of rural things,\\nThe moral of each fleeting cloud and gale,\\nThe whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale\\nSay, when in pity ye have gaz d\\nOn the wreath d smoke afar,\\nThat o er some town, like mist uprais d,\\nHung, hiding sun and star,\\nThen as ye turn d your weary eye\\nTo the green earth and open sky,\\nWere ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell\\nAmid that dreary glare, in this world s citadel?\\nBut Love s a flower that will not die\\nFor lack of leafy screen,\\nAnd Christian Hope can cheer the eye*\\nThat ne er saw vernal green;\\nThen be ye sure that Love can bless\\nEven in this crowded loneliness,\\nWhere ever-moving myriads seem to say,\\nGo thou art naught to us, nor we to thee away\\n[It may doubtless be believed that the simplicity and retirement of the\\ncountry is better fitted to nourish and increase spiritual religion than the\\nhurry and bustle, the engrossing occupation and artificial associations, of the\\ncity. Yet in all places Christianity has found its true disciples and its pure\\ndoctrines and peaceful precepts, are adapted for man s reformation and con-\\nsolation in all places and in all conditions.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "St. Matthew. 347\\nThere are in this loud stunning 1 tide\\nOf human care and crime,\\nWith whom the melodies abide\\nOf th everlasting chime\\nWho carry music in their heart\\nThrough dusky lane and wrangling mart,\\nPlying their daily task with busier feet,\\nBecause their secret souls a holy strain repeat.\\nHow sweet to them, in such brief rest\\nAs thronging cares afford,\\nIn thought to wander, fancy-blest,\\nTo where their gracious Lord,\\nIn vain, to win proud Pharisees,\\nSpake, and was heard by fell disease*\\nBut not in vain, beside yon breezy lake,t\\nBade the meek Publican his gainful seat forsake\\nAt once he rose, and left his gold\\nHis treasure and his heart\\nTransferr d, where he shall safe behold\\nEarth and her idols part\\nWhile he beside his endless store\\nShall sit, and floods unceasing pour\\nIt seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of Levi took place\\nimmediately after the healing of the paralytic in the presence of the Phari-\\nsees.\\nf The lake of Gennesaret, by the side of which the custom house stood,\\nin which Matthew exercised his vocation.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "348 St. Matthew.\\nOf Christ s true riches o er all time and space,\\nFirst angel of his Church, first steward of his grace\\nNor can ye not delight to thinkf\\nWhere he vouchsaf d to eat,\\nHow the Most Holy did not shrink\\nFrom touch of sinner s meat\\nWhat worldly hearts and hearts impure\\nWent with him through the rich man s door,\\nThat we might learn of Him lost souls to love,\\nAnd view his least and worst with hope to meet above.\\nThese gracious lines shed Gospel light\\nOn Mammon s gloomiest cells,\\nAs on some city s cheerless night\\nThe tide of sun-rise swells,\\nTill tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud\\nAre mantled with a golden cloud,\\nAnd to wise hearts this certain hope is given\\nNo mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of\\nHeaven.\\nAnd oh if even on Babel shine\\nSuch gleams of Paradise,\\nShould not their peace be peace divine,\\nWho day by day arise\\nAngel, Messenger, Apostle.\\nf St. Matthew ix. ]0. And Levi (Matthew) made him a great feast\\nin his own house. Luke v. 29. Matthew, though he mentions the feast,\\nomits, with becoming modesty, to say who gave it.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "St. Matthew. 349\\nTo look on clearer Heavens, and scan\\nThe work of God untouch d by man?\\nShame on us, who about us Babel bear,\\nAnd live in Paradise, as if God was not there\\nSt Sfflxzhutl uvcn all ^ngeii^\\n[September 29.]\\nAre they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who\\nshall be heirs of salvation Hebrews i. 14.\\n[O Everlasting God, who hast ordained and constituted the\\nservices of angels and men in a wonderful order mercifully\\ngrant, that as thy holy Angels always do thee service in heaven\\nso, by thy appointment, they may succour and defend us on earth,\\nthrough Jesus Christ our Lord. Jlmen.]\\nYE stars that round the Sun of righteousness\\nIn glorious order roll,\\nWith harps for ever strung, ready to bless\\nGod for each rescued soul,\\nYe eagle spirits, that build in light divine,\\nOh think of us to day,\\nThe Church, on this festival, commemorates the services of that order\\nof celestial beings, who are appointed to minister to such as shall be heirs of\\nsalvation. Michael is named in the Scripture as the archangel.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "350 St. Michael and all Jlngels.\\nFaint warblers of this earth, that would combine\\nOur trembling notes with your accepted lay.\\nYour amarant wreaths were earn d and homeward all,\\nFlush d with victorious might,\\nYe might have sped to keep high festival,\\nAnd revel in the light\\nBut meeting us, weak worldlings, on our way,\\nTired ere the fight begun,\\nYe turn d to help us in the unequal fray,\\nRemembering whose we were, how dearly won\\nRemembering Bethlehem, and that glorious night\\nWhen ye, who used to soar\\nDiverse along all space in fiery flight,\\nCame thronging to adore\\nYour God new-born, and made a sinner s child;\\nAs if the stars should leave\\nTheir stations in the far ethereal wild,\\nAnd round the sun a radiant circle weave.\\nNor less your lay of triumph greeted fair\\nOur Champion and your King,\\nIn that first strife, whence Satan in despair\\nSunk down on scathed wing\\nAlone He fasted, and alone He fought\\nBut when his toils were o er\\nYe to the sacred Hermit duteous brought\\nBanquet and hymn, your Eden s festal store.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "St. Michael and all Jlngels. 351\\nYe too, when lowest in th abyss of woe\\nHe plung d to save his sheep,\\nWere leaning from your golden thrones to know\\nThe secrets of that deep\\nBut clouds were on his sorrow one alone\\nHis agonizing call\\nSummon d from Heaven, to still that bitterest groan,\\nAnd comfort Him, the Comforter of all.\\nOh highest favour d of all Spirits create,\\n(If right of thee we deem)\\nHow didst thou glide on brightening wing elate\\nTo meet th unclouded beam\\nOf Jesus from the couch of darkness rising\\nHow swell d thine anthem s sound,\\nWith fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising,\\nYour God is risen, and may not here be found.\\nPass a few days, and this dull darkling globe\\nMust yield him from her sight\\nBrighter and brighter streams his glory-robe,\\nAnd He is lost in light.\\nThen, when through yonder everlasting arch,\\nYe in innumerous choir\\nPour d, heralding Messiah s conquering march,\\nLinger d around his skirts two forms of fire\\nWith us they staid, high warning to impart\\nThe Christ shall come again\\nu", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "352 St. Michael and all Jlngels.\\nEven as He goes with the same human heart,\\nWith the same godlike train.\\nOh jealous God how could a sinner dare\\nThink on that dreadful day,\\nBut that with all thy wounds Thou wilt be there,\\nAnd all our angel friends to bring Thee on thy way\\nSince to thy little ones is given such grace,\\nThat they who nearest stand\\nAlway to God in Heaven, and see His face,\\nGo forth at His command,\\nTo wait around our path in weal or woe,\\nAs erst upon our King,\\nSet thy baptismal seal upon our brow,\\nAnd waft us heaven-ward with enfolding wing\\nGrant, Lord, that when around th expiring world\\nOur seraph guardians wait,\\nWhile on her death-bed, ere to ruin hurl d,\\nShe owns Thee, all too late,\\nThey to their charge may turn, and thankful see\\nThy mark upon us still\\nThen all together rise, and reign with Thee,\\nAnd all their holy joy o er contrite hearts fulfil!", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "[October 18.]\\nLuke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you. Colossians iv, 14.\\nDemas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world. Only Luke is\\nwith me. 2 Tim. iv. 10, 11. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[Almighty God, who calledst Luke the Physician, whose praise\\nis in the Gospel, to be an Evangelist and Physician of the soul\\nmay it please thee, that by the wholesome medicines of the doc-\\ntrine delivered by him, all the diseases of our souls may be healed,\\nthrough the merits of thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.\\nTWO clouds before the summer gale\\nIn equal race fleet o er the sky\\nTwo flowers, when wintry blasts assail,\\nTogether pine, together die.\\nBut two capricious human hearts\\nNo sage s rod may track their ways,\\nSt. Luke is said to have been born at Antioch. He was a physician\\nand after his conversion, accompanied St. Paul. He wrote a Gospel, and the\\nActs of the Apostles.\\n2 D", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "354 St. Luke.\\nNo eye pursue their lawless starts\\nAlong their wild self-chosen maze.\\nHe only, by whose sovereign hand\\nEven sinners for the evil day*\\nWere made who rules the world he plann\\nTurning our worst his own good way\\ni\\nHe only can the cause reveal,\\nWhy, at the same fond bosom fed.\\nTaught in the self-same lap to kneel\\nTill the same prayer were duly said,\\nBrothers in blood and nurture too,\\nAliens in heart so oft should prove\\nOne lose, the other keep, Heaven s clue:\\nOne dwell in wrath, and one in love.\\nHe only knows, for He can read\\nThe mystery of the wicked heart,\\nWhy vainly oft our arrows speed\\nWhen aim d with most unerring art:\\nWhile from some rude and powerless arm\\nA random shaft in season sent\\nShall light upon some lurking harm,\\nAnd work some wonder little meant.\\nProverbs xvi. 4. The Lord hath made all things for himself, yea, even\\nthe wicked for the day of evil.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "St. Luke. 355\\nDoubt we, how souls so wanton change,\\nLeaving their own experienc d rest?\\nNeeds not around the world to range\\nOne narrow cell may teach us best.\\nLook in, and see Christ s chosen saint\\nIn triumph wear his Christ-like chain\\nNo fear lest he should swerve or faint\\nHis life is Christ, his death is gain.\\nTwo converts, watching by his side,\\nAlike his love and greetings share\\nLuke the belov d, the sick soul s guide,\\nAnd Demas, nam d in faltering prayer.\\nPass a few years look in once more\\nThe saint is in his bonds again\\nSave that his hopes more boldly soar,t\\nHe and his lot unchang d remain.\\nBut only Luke is with him now\\nAlas that even the martyr s cell,\\nHeaven s very gate, should scope allow\\nFor the false world s seducing spell,\\nPhilip, i. 2L\\nf In the Epistle to the Philippians, I know that I shall abide and con-\\ntinue with you all I count not myself to have apprehended, i. 25. iii. 13.\\nIn 2 Tim., I have finished my course, c. iv. 7, 8.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "356 St Luke.\\nTis sad but yet tis well, be sure,\\nWe on the sight should muse awhile,\\nNor deem our shelter all secure\\nEven in the Church s holiest aisle.\\nVainly before the shrine he bends,\\nWho knows not the true pilgrim s part\\nThe martyr s cell no safety lends\\nTo him, who wants the martyr s heart.\\nBut if there be, who follows Paul\\nAs Paul his Lord, in life and death,\\nWhere er an aching heart may call,\\nKeady to speed and take no breath\\nWhose joy is, to the wandering sheep\\nTo tell of the great Shepherd s love\\nTo learn of mourners while they weep\\nThe music that makes mirth above\\nWho makes the Saviour all his theme,\\nThe Gospel all his pride and praise\\nApproach for thou canst feel the gleam\\nThat round the martyr s death-bed plays\\nThou hast an ear for angels songs,\\nA breath the Gospel trump to fill,\\nThe Gospel of St. Luke abounds most in such passages as the parable\\nof the lost sheep such as display God s mercy to penitent sinners.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "St. Luke. 357\\nAnd taught by thee the Church prolongs\\nHer hymns of high thanksgiving still.*\\nAh dearest mother, since too oft\\nThe world yet wins some Demas frail\\nEven from thine arms, so kind and soft,\\nMay thy tried comforts never fail\\nWhen faithless ones forsake thy wing,\\nBe it vouchsaf d thee still to see\\nThy true, fond nurslings closer cling,\\nCling closer to their Lord and thee.\\nThe Christian hyras are all in St. Luke the Magnificat, Benedictus, and\\nNunc Dimittis.\\n2 d 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "Stmou antr St. 3 utre-*\\n[October 28.]\\nThat ye should earnestly contend forf the faith which was once delivered\\nunto the saints. St. Jude 3. [Epistle for the day.]\\n[O Almighty God, who hast built thy Church upon the founda-\\ntion of the Apostles and Prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the\\nhead corner-stone grant us so to be joined together in unity of\\nspirit by their doctrine, that we may be made a holy temple ac-\\nceptable unto thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.\\nSEEST thou, how tearful and alone,\\nAnd drooping like a wounded dove,\\nThe Cross in sight, but Jesus gone,\\nThe widow d Church is fain to rove?\\nThese were both Apostles. Simon is also called Zelotes, and the Ca-\\nnaanite, to distinguish him from Simon Peter. Jude, called also Lebbeus and\\nThaddeus, was the brother of James the less, and author of the Epistle\\nwhich bears his name. There is a tradition that they laboured and suffered\\nmartyrdom together.\\nf iTrayeevi^iO-Bcti be very anxious for it feel for it as for a friend\\nin jeopardy.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "St. Simon and St. Jude. 359\\nWho is at hand that loves the Lord?*\\nMake haste, and take her home, and bring\\nThine household choir, in true accord\\nTheir soothing hymns for her to sing.\\nSoft on her fluttering heart shall breathe\\nThe fragrance of that genial isle,\\nThere she may weave her funeral wreath,\\nAnd to her own sad music smile.\\nThe Spirit of the dying Son\\nIs there, and fills the holy place\\nWith records sweet of duties done,\\nOf pardon d foes, and cherish d grace.\\nAnd as of old by two and twof\\nHis herald saints the Saviour sent\\nTo soften hearts like morning dew,\\nWhere He to shine in mercy meant\\nSo evermore He deems his name\\nBest honour d and his way prepar d,\\nWhen watching by his altar-flame\\nHe sees his servants duly pair d.\\nHe loves when age and youth are met,\\nFervent old age and youth serene,\\nSt. John xix. 27. Then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother:\\nand from that hour that disciple took her to his own home,\\nt St. Mark vi. 7. St. Luke x. 1.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "360 St. Simon and St. Jude.\\nTheir high and low in concord set\\nFor sacred song, Joy s golden mean.\\nHe loves when some clear soaring mind\\nIs drawn by mutual piety\\nTo simple souls and unrefin d,\\nWho in life s shadiest covert lie.\\nOr if perchance a sadden d heart\\nThat once was gay and felt the spring,\\nCons slowly o er its alter d part,\\nIn sorrow and remorse to sing,\\nThy gracious care will send that way\\nSome spirit full of glee, yet taught\\nTo bear the sight of dull decay,\\nAnd nurse it with all pitying thought;\\nCheerful as soaring lark, and mild*\\nAs evening blackbird s full-ton d lay,\\nUpon such a field one has the best chance of hearing the matin song\\nof the year. While the morning is yet cold there are but a few complaining\\nchirps, and the birds chiefly appear in short flights, which have much the\\nappearance of leaps under the hedges. As the morning gets warm, however,\\na few are found running along the furrows, and one brown fellow, perched\\non a clod, partially erecting a crest of feathers, and looking around him with\\na mingled air of complacency and confidence, utters a chur-ree in an\\nunder tone, as if he were trying the lowest and the highest notes of an in-\\nstrument. The notes are restrained, but they have enough of music in them\\nto cause you to wish for a repetition. That, however does not in general\\ncome but instead of it there is a single churr murmured from a distance,\\nand so soft as hardly to be audible 5 and the bird that was stationed upon the", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "St. Simon and St. Jude. 361\\nWhen the relenting sun has smil d\\nBright through a whole December day.\\nThese are the tones to brace and cheer\\nThe lonelv watcher of the fold,\\nWhen nights are dark, and foemen near,\\nWhen visions fade and hearts grow cold.\\nHow timely then a comrade s song\\nComes floating on the mountain air,\\nAnd bids thee yet be bold and strong\\nFancy may die, but Faith is there.\\nclod has vanished, nor can you for some time find out what has become of\\nhim. His flight is at first upward, and bears some resemblance to the smoke\\nof a fire on a calm day, gradually expanding into a spiral as it rises above\\nthe surface. But no sooner has he gained the proper elevation, than down\\nshowers his song, filling the whole air with the most cheerful melody\\nand you feel more gay, more glee and lifting up of the heart, than when any\\nother music meets your ear. The opening of the day and of the year come\\nfresh to your fancy, as you instinctively repeat\\nHark, the lark at heaven s gate sings.\\nThe Lark indeed is the signal both for the season and the day. The very first\\nsun of the young year calls up the lark to pour his song from the sky. Nor\\ncan any thing be more in harmony with the situation in which we find it,\\nthan the song of the lark. The bird is the very emblem of freedom float-\\ning in the thin air, with spreading tail, and outstretched wings, and moving its\\nlittle head delightedly, first to the one side, and then to the other, as if it would\\ncommunicate its joy around, it at last soars to such an elevation, that if vis-\\nible at all, it is a mere dark speck in the blue vault of heaven, and carolling\\nover the young year or the young day, while all is bustle and activity, the\\nairy wildness of the song makes its whole character more peculiar and\\nstriking. Mudie s British Naturalist, ii. pp. 110 to 114.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "^U Saints 3Bag;*\\n[November 1.]\\nHurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the\\nservants of our God in their foreheads. Revelations vii. 3.\\n[O Almighty God, who hast knit together thine elect in one\\ncommunion and fellowship, in the mystical body of thy Son Christ\\nour Lord grant us grace so to follow thy blessed Saints in all\\nvirtuous and godly living, that we may come to those unspeak-\\nable joys, which thou hast prepared for those who unfeignedly love\\nthee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.]\\nWHY blow st thou not, thou wintry wind,\\nNow every leaf is brown and sere,\\nAnd idly droops, to thee resign d,\\nThe fading chaplet of the year\\nYet wears the pure aerial sky\\nHer summer veil, half drawn on high,\\nOf silvery haze, and dark and still\\nThe shadows sleep on every slanting hill.\\nThis festival is appointed for the commemoration of all those saints\\nand martyrs to whom no particular day is assigned.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "All Saints Day. 363\\nHow quiet shows the woodland scene\\nEach flower and tree, its duty done,\\nReposing in decay serene,\\nLike weary men when age is won,\\nSuch calm old age as conscience pure\\nAnd self-commanding hearts ensure,\\nWaiting their summons to the sky,\\nContent to live, but not afraid to die.\\nSure if our eyes were purg d to trace\\nGod s unseen armies hovering round,\\nWe should behold by angels grace\\nThe four strong winds of Heaven fast bound,\\nTheir downward sweep a moment staid\\nOn ocean cove and forest glade,\\nTill the last flower of autumn shed\\nHer funeral odours on her dying bed.\\nSo in thine awful armoury, Lord,\\nThe lightnings of the judgment day\\nPause yet awhile, in mercy stor d,\\nTill willing hearts wear quite away\\nTheir earthly stains and spotless shine\\nOn every brow in light divine\\nThe Cross by angel hands impress d,\\nThe seal of glory won and pledge of promis d rest.\\nLittle they dream, those haughty souls\\nWhom empires own with bended knee.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "364 All Saints Day,\\nWhat lowly fate their own controls,\\nTogether link d by Heaven s decree\\nAs bloodhounds hush their baying wild\\nTo wanton with some fearless child,\\nSo Famine waits, and War with greedy eyes,\\nTill some repenting heart be ready for the skies.\\nThink ye the spires that glow so bright\\nIn front of yonder setting sun,\\nStand by their own unshaken might\\nNo where th upholding grace is won,\\nWe dare not ask, nor Heaven would tell,\\nBut sure from many a hidden dell,\\nFrom many a rural nook unthought of there,\\nRises for that proud world the saints prevailing prayer.\\nOn, champions blest, in Jesus name,\\nShort be your strife, your triumph full,\\nTill every heart have caught your flame,\\nAnd lighten d of the world s misrule\\nYe soar those elder saints to meet,\\nGather d long since at Jesus feet,\\nNo world of passions to destroy,\\nYour prayers and struggles o er, your task all praise and\\njoy.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "O GOD of Mercy, God of Might,\\nHow should pale sinners bear the sight,\\nIf, as Thy power is surely here,\\nThine open glory should appear\\nFor now Thy people are allow d\\nTo scale the mount and pierce the cloud,\\nAnd Faith may feed her eager view\\nWith wonders Sinai never knew.\\nFresh from th atoning sacrifice\\nThe world s Creator bleeding lies,\\nThat man, his foe, by whom He bled,\\nMay take Him for his daily bread.\\nO agony of wavering thought\\nWhen sinners first so near are brought\\n46 It is my Maker dare I stay\\nMy Saviour dare I turn away?\\nSee the exhortations to the Communion, in the book of Common Prayer.\\nIt would seem that no Christian, who in humility and sincerity reads the\\n2 E", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "366 Holy Communion.\\nThus while the storm is high within\\nTwixt love of Christ and fear of sin,\\nWho can express the soothing charm,\\nTo feel thy kind upholding arm,\\nMy mother Church and hear thee tell\\nOf a world lost, yet lov d so well,\\nThat He, by whom the angels live,\\nHis only Son for her would give.*\\nAnd doubt we yet thou call st again\\nA lower still, a sweeter strain;\\nA voice from Mercy s inmost shrine,\\nThe very breath of Love divine.\\nWhispering it says to each apart,\\nCome unto me, thou trembling heart t\\nAnd we must hope, so sweet the tone,\\nThe precious words are all our own.\\nHear them, kind Saviour hear thy spouse\\nLow at thy feet renew her vows\\nThine own dear promise she would plead\\nFor us her true though fallen seed.\\nScripture passages on this subject, and the commentary there given, could\\ndoubt as to God s will, or his own duty.\\nGod so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son. See\\nthe sentences in the Communion Service, after the Confession.\\nt Come unto me, all ye that travail, and are heavy laden, and I will re-\\nfresh you.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "Holy Communion. 367\\nShe pleads by all thy mercies, told\\nThy chosen witnesses of old,\\nLove s heralds sent to man forgiven,\\nOne from the Cross, and one from heaven.*\\nThis, of true Penitents the chief,\\nTo the lost spirit brings relief,\\nLifting on high th adored name\\nSinners to save, Christ Jesus came. t\\nThat, dearest of thy bosom Friends,\\nInto the wavering heart descends\\nWhat? fall n again? yet cheerful rise4\\nThine Intercessor never dies.\\nThe eye of Faith, that waxes bright\\nEach moment by thine altar s light,\\nSees them e en now they still abide\\nIn mystery kneeling at our side\\nAnd with them every spirit blest,\\nFrom realms of triumph or of rest,\\nFrom Him who saw creation s morn,\\nOf all thine angels eldest born,\\nSt. Paul and St. John.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2f This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all men to be received, That\\nChrist Jesus came into the world to save sinners.\\nIf any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the\\nrighteous.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "368 Holy Communion.\\nTo the poor babe, who died to-day,\\nTake part in our thanksgiving lay,*\\nWatching the tearful joy and calm,\\nWhile sinners taste thine heavenly balm.\\nSweet awful hour the only sound\\nOne gentle footstep gliding round,\\nOffering by turns on Jesus part\\nThe Cross to every hand and heart.\\nRefresh us, Lord, to hold it fast\\nAnd when thy veil is drawn at last,\\nLet us depart where shadows cease,\\nWith words of blessing and of peace.\\nThe Communion of Saints. There is an admirable sermon on this\\nsubject, by the Rev. Charles Forster, the Chaplain, companion and bosom\\nfriend of the late inestimable Bishop of Limerick, Dr. Jebb, to whose memory\\nit is dedicated. It was printed, but not published.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "WHERE is it, mothers learn their love\\nIn every Church a fountain springs\\nO er which th eternal Dove\\nHovers on softest wings.\\nWhat sparkles in that lucid flood\\nIs water, by gross mortals ey d\\nBut seen by Faith, tis blood\\nOut of a dear Friend s side.\\nA few calm words of faith and prayer,\\nA few bright drops of holy dew,\\nShall work a wonder there\\nEarth s charmers never knew.\\nhappy arms, where cradled lies,\\nAnd ready for the Lord s embrace,\\nThere is a soothing sacred beauty in these lines, peculiar and inde-\\nscribable. The strain they breathe comes sweetly and softly on the soul, like\\na sleeping infant s breath. We are mistaken if they do not make all Chris-\\ntian mothers in love with Keble s poetry.\\n2 e 2\\nL _", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "370 Holy Baptism.\\nThat precious sacrifice,\\nThe darling of his grace\\nBlest eyes, that see the smiling gleam\\nUpon the slumbering features glow,\\nWhen the life-giving stream\\nTouches the tender brow\\nOr when the holy cross is sign d,\\nAnd the young soldier duly sworn\\nWith true and fearless mind\\nTo serve the Virgin-born.\\nBut happiest ye, who seal d and blest\\nBack to your arms your treasure take*\\nWith Jesus mark impress d\\nTo nurse for Jesus sake\\nTo whom as if in hallow d air\\nYe knelt before some awful shrine\\nHis innocent gestures wear\\nA meaning half divine\\nBy whom Love s daily touch is seen\\nIn strengthening form and freshening hue,\\nIn the fix d brow serene,\\nThe deep yet eager view.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWho taught thy pure and even breath\\nTo come and go with such sweet grace", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "Holy Baptism. 371\\nWhence thy reposing Faith,\\nThough in our frail embrace\\nO tender gem, and full of heaven\\nNot in the twilight stars on high,\\nNot in moist flowers at even\\nSee we our God so nigh.\\nSweet one, make haste and know Him too,\\nThine own adopting Father love,\\nThat like thine earliest dew\\nThy dying sweets may prove.\\n(EatecJttsm-*\\nOH say not, dream not, heavenly notes\\nTo childish ears are vain,\\nThat the young mind at random floats,\\nAnd cannot reach the strain.\\nDim or unheard, the words may fall,\\nAnd yet the heaven-taught mind\\nFrom the Font our poet passes to the Catechism. We would that he\\nmight take all Christian parents and sponsors with him.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "372 Catechism.\\nMay learn the sacred air, and all\\nThe harmony unwind.*\\nWas not our Lord a little child,t\\nTaught by degrees to pray,\\nBy father dear and mother mild\\nInstructed day by day\\nAnd lov d He not of Heaven to talk\\nWith children in His sight,\\nTo meet them in his daily walk,\\nAnd to his arms invite\\nWhat though around His throne of fire\\nThe everlasting chant\\nBe wafted from the seraph choir\\nIn glory jubilant?\\nYet stoops He, ever pleas d to mark\\nOur rude essays of love,\\nThe common but groundless objection, that children cannot understand\\nthe Catechism, is beautifully and effectually answered in these lines. It ap-\\nplies with equal force to the several branches of human learning. In grammar,\\nin mathematics, in philosophy, the child learns much that he does not fully\\ncomprehend. But it is stored in his memory, and as his intellectual powers\\nare developed, he understands its meaning. So it must be with the Scrip-\\ntures, as well as with the Catechism.\\nt And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was sub-\\nject unto them; and his mother kept all these sayings in her heart. And Jesus\\nincreased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man. Luke\\nii. 51, 52.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "Catechism. 373\\nFaint as the pipe of wakening lark,\\nHeard by some twilight grove\\nYet is He near us, to survey\\nThese bright and order d files,\\nLike spring-flowers in their best array,\\nAll silence and all smiles.\\nSave that each little voice in turn\\nSome glorious truth proclaims,\\nWhat sages would have died to learn,\\nNow taught by cottage dames.*\\nAnd if some tones be false or low,\\nWhat are all prayers beneath\\nBut cries of babes, that cannot know\\nHalf the deep thought they breathe?\\nIn his own words we Christ adore,\\nBut angels, as we speak,\\nHigher above our meaning soar\\nThan we o er children weak\\nAnd yet His words mean more than they,\\nAnd yet He owns their praise\\nWhy should we think, He turns away\\nFrom infants simple lays 1\\nTruths are made familiarto children in the Sunday school which Plato\\nand Cicero longed to ascertain. Yea,\\nProphets and kings desired to know,\\nAnd died without the sight.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "THE shadow of th Almighty s cloud\\nCalm on the tents of Israel lay,\\nWhile drooping paus d twelve banners proud,\\nTill He arise and lead the way.\\nThen to the desert breeze unroll d\\nCheerly the waving pennons fly,\\nIt is certainly not a sacrament, but I know it is a means of grace,\\nand I trust and believe, generally speaking, an efficacious means. And how\\nsimple the rite itself is and how very natural in both its parts\\nHow natural it seems, that those to whom a gracious God has given life,\\nand health, and happiness, and beauty, should, as soon as they are old enough\\nto look round on the fair creation, amidst which they are placed as the fairest,\\ndesire of themselves, to place themselves under the care of its beneficent God.\\nYet, alas there I mistake my ground that was man s natural condition once,\\nwhen God saw every thing that he had made, and behold it was very good,\\nbut the case is entirely altered now yet it is meet and right, that, if having\\nbeen afar off they have been brought near by the blood of Christ, sprinkled\\nwith the waters of baptism, and taken, when unconscious of the privilege, into\\ncovenant with the most high God it is natural, that if they have any feeling,\\nany gratitude, they should desire to renew the vow, and enter into the cove-\\nnant for themselves. And how simply beautiful our service is how free from\\nsuperstitious pomp, and unmeaning ceremony on the one hand and on the\\nother, how impressive, how solemn how all things are done decently and in\\norder\\nScenes in our Parish, by a Country Parson s Daughter.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "Confirmation. 375\\nLion or eagle each bright fold\\nA loadstar to a warrior s eye.\\nSo should thy champions, ere the strife,\\nBy holy hands o er-shadow d kneel,\\nSo fearless for their charmed life,\\nBear, to the end, thy Spirit s seal.\\nSteady and pure as stars that beam\\nIn middle heaven, all mist above,\\nSeen deepest in the frozen stream\\nSuch is their high courageous love.\\nAnd soft as pure, and warm as bright,\\nThey brood upon life s peaceful hour,\\nAs if the Dove that guides their flight\\nShook from her plumes a downy shower.\\nSpirit of might and sweetness too\\nNow leading on the wars of God,\\nNow to green isles of shade and dew\\nTurning the waste thy people trod\\nDraw, Holy Ghost, thy seven-fold veil\\nBetween us and the fires of youth\\nBreathe, Holy Ghost, thy freshening gale,\\nOur fever d brow in age to soothe.\\nAnd oft as sin and sorrow tire,\\nThe hallow d hour do Thou renew.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "376 Confirmation.\\nWhen beckon d up the awful choir\\nBy pastoral hands, toward Thee we drew\\nWhen trembling at the sacred rail\\nWe hid our eyes and held our breath,\\nFelt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail,\\nAnd long d to own Thee to the death.\\nFor ever on our souls be trac d\\nThat blessing dear, that dove-like hand,\\nA sheltering rock in Memory s waste,\\nO ershadowing all the weary land.\\nf atrfmong*\\nTHERE is an awe in mortals j oy,\\nA deep mysterious fear\\nHalf of the heart will still employ,\\nAs if we drew too near\\nTo Eden s portal, and those fires\\nThat bicker round in wavy spires,\\nForbidding, to our frail desires,\\nWhat cost us once so dear.\\nWe cower before th heart-searching eye\\nIn rapture as in pain", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "d\\nMatrimony. 377\\nEven wedded Love, till Thou be nigh,\\nDares not believe her gain\\nThen in the air she fearless springs,\\nThe breath of Heaven beneath her wings,\\nAnd leaves her woodnote wild, and sings\\nA tun d and measur d strain.\\nIll fare the lay, though soft as dew\\nAnd free as air it fall,\\nThat, with thine altar full in view,\\nThy votaries would enthrall\\nTo a foul dream, of heathen night,\\nLifting her torch in Love s despite,\\nAnd scaring with base wildfire light\\nThe sacred nuptial hall.\\nFar other strains, far other fires,\\nOur marriage offering grace\\nWelcome, all chaste and kind desires,\\nWith even matron pace\\nApproaching down the hallow d aisle\\nWhere should ye seek Love s perfect smile,\\nBut where your prayers were learn d erewhile,\\nIn her own native place\\nWhere, but on His benignest brow,\\nWho waits to bless you here\\nMarriage should always be performed in the church. There is a de-\\nparture in this respect from her provisions, and from Christian propriety,\\nmuch to be regretted.\\n2 F", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "378 Matrimony.\\nLiving, He own d no nuptial vow,\\nNo bower to Fancy dear\\nLove s very self for Him no need\\nTo nurse, on earth, the heavenly seed\\nYet comfort in His eye we read\\nFor bridal joy and fear.\\nTis He who clasps the marriage band,\\nAnd fits the spousal ring,\\nThen leaves ye kneeling, hand in hand,\\nOut of His stores to bring\\nHis Father s dearest blessing, shed\\nOf old on Isaac s nuptial bed,\\nNow on the board before ye spread\\nOf our all-bounteous King.\\nAll blessings of the breast and womb,\\nOf heaven and earth beneath,\\nOf converse high, and sacred home,\\nAre yours, in life and death.\\nOnly kneel on, nor turn away\\nFrom the pure shrine, where Christ to-day\\nWill store each flower, ye duteous lay,\\nFor an eternal wreath.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0382.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "Winitation antr ^ommunton of tfie Stctt-\\nYOUTH and Joy, your airy tread\\nToo lightly springs by Sorrow s bed,\\nYour keen eyeglances are too bright,\\nToo restless for a sick man s sight.\\nFarewell for one short life we part\\n1 rather woo the soothing art,\\nWhich only souls in sufferings tried\\nBear to their suffering brethren s side.\\nWhere may we learn that gentle spell\\nMother of Martyrs, thou canst tell\\nThou, who didst watch thy dying Spouse\\nWith pierced hands and bleeding brows,\\nWhose tears from age to age are shed\\nO er sainted sons untimely dead,\\nIf e er we charm a soul in pain,\\nThine is the key-note of our strain.\\nHow sweet with thee to lift the latch,\\nWhere Faith has kept her midnight watch,\\nSmiling on woe with thee to kneel,\\nWhere flx d, as if one prayer could heal,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0383.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "380 Visitation and Communion of the Sick.\\nShe listens, till her pale eye glow\\nWith joy, wild health can never kno\\\\$j,\\nAnd each calm feature, ere we read,\\nSpeaks, silently, thy glorious Creed.\\nSuch have I seen and while they pour d\\nTheir hearts in every contrite word,\\nHow have I rather loner d to kneel\\nAnd ask of them sweet pardon s seal\\nHow bless d the heavenly music brought\\nBy thee to aid my faltering thought\\nPeace ere we kneel, and when we cease\\nTo pray, the farewell word is, Peace.\\nI came again: the place was bright\\nWith something of celestial light\\nA simple altar by the bed\\nFor high Communion meetly spread,\\nChalice, and plate, and snowy vest.\\nWe ate and drank then calmly blest,\\nAll mourners, one with dying breath,\\nWe sate and talk d of Jesus death.\\nOnce more I came the silent room\\nWas veil d in sadly-soothing gloom,\\nAnd ready for her last abode\\nThe pale form like a lily show d,\\nAt his entrance, the minister says, Peace be to this house, and to\\nall that dwell in it. The blessing, at the close, concludes with these words,\\nThe Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace both now\\nand evermore.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0384.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "Visitation and Communion of the Sick. 381\\nBy virgin fingers duly spread,\\nAnd priz d for love of summer fled.\\nThe light from those soft-smiling eyes\\nHad fleeted to its parent skies.\\nO soothe us, haunt us, night and day,\\nYe gentle Spirits far away,\\nWith whom we shar d the cup of grace,\\nThen parted ye to Christ s embrace,\\nWe to the lonesome world again,\\nYet mindful of th unearthly strain\\nPractis d with you at Eden s door,\\nTo be sung on, where angels soar,\\nWith blended voices evermore.\\nMuvM of tU Heafr*\\nAnd when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto\\nher, Weep not. And he came and touched the bier (and they that bare him\\nstood still) and He said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise. St. Luke vii,\\n13, 14.\\nWHO says, the wan autumnal sun\\nBeams with too faint a smile\\nTo light up nature s face again,\\nAnd, though the year be on the wane,\\nWith thoughts of spring the heart beguile\\n2 f 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0385.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "382 Burial of the Dead.\\nWaft him, thou soft September breeze,\\nAnd gently lay him down\\nWithin some circling woodland wall,\\nWhere bright leaves, reddening ere they fall,\\nWave gaily o er the waters brown.\\nAnd let some graceful arch be there\\nWith wreathed mullions proud,\\nWith burnish d ivy for its screen,\\nAnd moss, that glows as fresh and green\\nAs though beneath an April cloud.\\nWho says the widow s heart must break,\\nThe childless mother sink\\nA kinder truer voice I hear,\\nWhich even beside that mournful bier\\nWhence parents eyes would hopeless shrink,\\nBids weep no more O heart bereft,\\nHow strange, to thee, that sound\\nA widow o er her only son,\\nFeeling more bitterly alone\\nFor friends that press officious round.\\nYet is the voice of comfort heard,\\nFor Christ hath touch d the bier\\nThe bearers wait with wondering eye,\\nThe swelling bosom dares not sigh,\\nBut all is still, twixt hope and fear.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0386.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "Burial of the Dead. 383\\nEven such an awful soothing calm\\nWe sometimes see alight\\nOn Christian mourners, while they wait\\nIn silence, by some church-yard gate,\\nTheir summons to the holy rite.\\nAnd such the tones of love, which break\\nThe stillness of that hour,\\nQuelling th embitter d spirit s strife\\nThe Resurrection and the Life\\nAm I believe, and die no more.\\nUnchang d that voice and though not yet\\nThe dead sit up and speak,\\nAnswering its call we gladlier rest\\nOur darlings on earth s quiet breast,\\nAnd our hearts feel they must not break.\\nFar better they should sleep awhile\\nWithin the church s shade,\\nNor wake, until new heaven, new earth,\\nMeet for their new immortal birth,\\nFor their abiding place be made,\\nThan wander back to life, and lean\\nOn our frail love once more.\\nTis sweet, as year by year we lose\\nFriends out of sight, in faith to muse\\nHow grows in Paradise our store.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0387.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "384 Burial of the Dead.\\nThen pass, ye mourners, cheerly on,\\nThrough prayer unto the tomb,\\nStill, as ye watch life s falling leaf,\\nGathering from every loss and grief\\nHope of new spring and endless home.\\nThen cheerly to your work again\\nWith hearts new-brac d and set\\nTo run, untir d, love s blessed race,\\nAs meet for those, who face to face\\nOver the grave their Lord have met.\\n\u00c2\u00aelittrdittis of WStmtxiJ\\nIS there, in bowers of endless spring,\\nOne known from all the seraph band\\nBy softer voice, by smile and wing\\nMore exquisitely bland\\nHere let him speed to-day this hallow d air\\nIs fragrant with a mother s first and fondest prayer.\\nOnly let Heaven her fire impart,\\nNo richer incense breathes on earth\\nWhy is it that this beautiful and most affecting rite is so little\\nobserved? Ought not the appropriate thanksgiving, at least, be offered, in\\nacknowledgement of God s great mercy, by every mother", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0388.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "Churching of Women. 385\\nA spouse with all a daughter s heart,\\nFresh from the perilous birth,\\nTo the great Father lifts her pale glad eye,\\nLike a reviving flower when storms are hush d on high.\\nO what a treasure of sweet thought\\nIs here what hope and joy and love\\nAll in one tender bosom brought,\\nFor the all-gracious Dove\\nTo brood o er silently, and form for heaven\\nEach passionate wish and dream to dear affection given.\\nHer fluttering heart, too keenly blest,\\nWould sicken, but she leans on Thee,\\nSees Thee by faith on Mary s breast,\\nAnd breathes serene and free.\\nSlight tremblings only of her veil declare*\\nSoft answers duly whisper d to each soothing prayer.\\nWe are too weak, when Thou dost bless,\\nTo bear the joy help, Virgin-born\\nBy thine own mother s first caress,\\nThat wak d thy natal morn\\nHelp, by the unexpressive smile, that made\\nA heaven on earth around the couch where Thou wast\\nlaid!\\nWhen the woman comes to this office 3 the rubric (as it was altered at\\nthe last review) directs that she be decently apparelled, i. e. as the custom\\nand order was formerly, with a white covering or veil, Wheatley on the\\nCommon Prayer, c. xiii. sect. i. 3.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0389.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "Comwtnatfon.*\\nTHE prayers are o er: why slumberest thou so\\nlong,\\nThou voice of sacred song?\\nWhy swell st thou not, like breeze from mountain\\ncave,\\nHigh o er the echoing nave,\\nThe white-rob d priest, as otherwhile, to guide,\\nUp to the altar s northern side?\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA mourner s tale of shame and sad decay\\nKeeps back our glorious sacrifice to-day\\nThe widow d Spouse of Christ: with ashes\\ncrown d,\\nHer Christmas robes unbound,\\nShe lingers in the porch for grief and fear,\\nKeeping her penance drear.\\nO is it nought to you that idly gay,\\nOr coldly proud, ye turn away\\nA Commination, or denouncing of God s anger and judgments against\\nsinners, with certain prayers, to be used on the first day of Lent, and at other\\ntimes, as the ordinary shall appoint. This service is not retained in the\\nLiturgy of the American Church.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0390.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "Commination. 387\\nBut if her warning tears in vain be spent,\\nLo, to her alter d eye the Law s stern fires are lent.\\nEach awful curse, that on Mount Ebal rang.\\nPeals with a direr clang\\nOut of that silver trump, whose tones of old\\nForgiveness only told.\\nAnd who can blame the mother s fond affright,*\\nWho sporting on some giddy height\\nHer infant sees, and springs with hurried hand\\nTo snatch the rover from the dangerous strand\\nBut surer than all words the silent spell\\n(So Grecian legends tell)\\nWhen to her bird, too early scap d the nest,\\nShe bares her tender breast.\\nSmiling he turns and spreads his little wing,\\nThere to glide home, there safely cling.\\nSo yearns our mother o er each truant son,\\nSo softly falls the lay in fear and wrath begun.\\nAlluding to a beautiful anecdote in the Greek Anthology, torn. i. 180, ed.\\nJacobs. See Pleasures of Memory, p. 133.\\nWhile on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,\\nAnd the blue vales a thousand joys recall,\\nSee, to the last, last verge her infant steals\\nO fly yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall.\\nFar better taught, she lays her bosom bare,\\nAnd the fond boy springs back to nestle there\\nRogers, from a Greek Epigram.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0391.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "388 Commination.\\nWayward and spoil d she knows ye: the keen\\nblast,\\nThat brac d her youth, is past:\\nThe rod of discipline, the robe of shame\\nShe bears them in your name\\nOnly return and love. But ye perchance\\nAre deeper plung d in sorrow s trance\\nYour God forgives, but ye no comfort take\\nTill ye have scourg d the sins that in your conscience\\nache.\\nO heavy laden soul kneel down and hear\\nThy penance in calm fear\\nWith thine own lips to sentence all thy sin\\nThen, by the judge within\\nAbsolv d, in thankful sacrifice to part\\nFor ever with thy sullen heart,\\nNor on remorseful thoughts to brood, and stain\\nThe glory of the Cross, forgiven and cheer d in vain.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0392.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "iPorms t\u00c2\u00bbe Prager to fce ttsetr at Sea\\nWhen thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee.\\nIsaiah xliii. 2,\\nTHE shower of moonlight falls as still and clear\\nUpon the desert main,\\nAs where sweet flowers some pastoral garden cheer\\nWith fragrance after rain\\nThe wild winds rustle in the piping shrouds,\\nAs in the quivering trees\\nLike summer fields, beneath the shadowy clouds\\nThe yielding waters darken in the breeze.\\nThou too art here with thy soft inland tones,\\nMother of our new birth\\nThe lonely ocean learns thy orisons,\\nAnd loves thy sacred mirth\\nWhen storms are high, or when the fires of war\\nCome lightening round our course,\\nThou breath st a note like music from afar,\\nTempering rude hearts with calm angelic force.\\nThe Church.\\n2 G", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0393.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "390 Forms of Prayer to be used at Sea.\\nFar, far away, the homesick seaman s hoard,\\nThy fragrant tokens live,\\nLike flower-leaves in a precious volume stor d,\\nTo solace and relieve\\nSome heart too weary of the restless world\\nOr like thy sabbath Cross,*\\nThat o er the brightening billow streams unfurl d,\\nWhatever gale the labouring vessel toss.\\nO kindly soothing in high Victory s hour,\\nOr when a comrade dies,\\nIn whose sweet presence sorrow dares not lower,\\nNor Expectation rise\\nToo high for earth what mother s heart could spare\\nTo the cold cheerless deep\\nHer flower and hope but thou art with him there,\\nPledge of the untir d arm and eye that cannot sleep\\nThe eye that watches o er wild Ocean s dead,\\nEach in his coral cave,\\nFondly as if the green turf wrapt his head\\nFast by his father s grave.\\nOur moment, and the seeds of life shall spring\\nOut of the waste abyss,\\nAnd happy warriors triumph with their King\\nIn worlds without a sea,t unchanging orbs of bliss.\\nThe allusion is to the British flag, bearing a Cross, which is always\\ndisplayed on Sundays.\\nAnd there was no more sea. Rev. xxi. 1.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0394.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "gSrttttpototrrr treason.*\\n[November 5.]\\nAs thou hast testified of me at Jerusalem, so must thou also bear witness at\\nRome. Acts xxiii. 11.\\nBENEATH the burning eastern sky\\nThe Cross was rais d at morn\\nThe widow d Church to weep stood by,\\nThe world, to hate and scorn.\\nNow, journeying westward, evermore\\nWe know the lonely Spouse\\nBy the dear mark her Saviour bore\\nTrac d on her patient brows.\\nAt Rome she wears it, as of old\\nUpon th accursed hill\\nBy monarchs clad in gems and gold,\\nShe goes a mourner still.\\nThe 5th of November is kept as a holiday by the Church of England\\nin commemoration of the wonderful preservation vouchsafed to her on that\\nday, in the year 1605, by the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0395.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "392 Gunpowder Treason.\\nShe mourns that tender hearts should bend\\nBefore a meaner shrine,\\nAnd upon Saint or Angel spend\\nThe love that should be thine.\\nBy day and night her sorrows fall\\nWhere miscreant hands and rude\\nHave stain d her pure ethereal pall\\nWith many a maityr s blood.\\nAnd yearns not her parental heart,\\nTo hear their secret sighs,\\nUpon whose doubting way apart\\nBewildering shadows rise\\nWho to her side in peace would cling,\\nBut fear to wake, and find\\nWhat they had deem d her genial wing\\nWas Error s soothing blind.\\nShe treasures up each throbbing prayer\\nCome, trembler, come and pour\\nInto her bosom all thy care,\\nFor she has balm in store.\\nHer gentle teaching sweetly blends\\nWith the clear light of Truth\\nThe aerial gleam that Fancy lends\\nTo solemn thoughts in youth,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0396.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "Gunpowder Treason. 393\\nIf thou hast lov d, in hours of gloom,\\nTo dream the dead are near,\\nAnd people all the lonely room\\nWith guardian spirits dear,\\nDream on the soothing dream at will\\nThe lurid mist is o er,\\nThat show d the righteous suffering still\\nUpon th eternal shore.\\nIf with thy heart the strains accord,\\nThat on His altar-throne\\nHighest exalt thy glorious Lord,\\nYet leave Him most thine own;\\nO come to our Communion Feast:\\nThere present in the heart,\\nNot in the hands, th eternal Priest\\nWill his true self impart.\\nThus, should thy soul misgiving turn\\nBack to th enchanted air,\\nSolace and warning thou mayst learn\\nFrom all that tempts thee there.\\nAnd by all the pangs and fears\\nFraternal spirits know,\\nWhen for an elder s shame the tears\\nOf wakeful anguish flow,\\n2 g2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0397.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "394 Gunpowder Treason.\\nSpeak gently of our sister s fall\\nWho knows but gentle love\\nMay win her at our patient call\\nThe surer way to prove\\nIttng Gthuvlw the -pvwtgr.t\\n[January 30.]\\nThis is thankworthy, if a man for conscience towards God endure grief,\\nsuffering wrongfully. 1 St. Peter ii. 19.\\nPRAISE to our pardoning God though silent now\\nThe thunders of the deep prophetic sky,\\nThough in our sight no powers of darkness bow\\nBefore th Apostles glorious company\\nThe Martyrs noble army still is ours,\\nFar in the North our fallen days have seen\\nWould that there were more to join in this, as truly wise as it is truly\\npious, sentiment What have Christian men to do with calling down fire from\\nheaven When was conversion ever effected by compulsion Or what was\\nit worth when effected A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous\\nwords stir up anger.\\nt The anniversary of the beheading of King Charles I., in 1649, com-\\nmemorated in the calendar of the Church of England.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0398.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "King Charles the Martyr. 395\\nHow in her woe the tenderest spirit towers,\\nFor Jesus sake in agony serene.\\nPraise to our God not cottage hearths alone,\\nAnd shades impervious to the proud world s glare,\\nSuch witness yield a monarch from his throne\\nSprings to his Cross and finds his glory there.\\nYes wheresoe er one trace of thee is found,\\nAs in the Sacred Land, the shadows fall\\nWith beating hearts we roam the haunted ground,\\nLone battle field, or crumbling prison hall.\\nAnd there are aching solitary breasts,\\nWhose widow d walk with thought of thee is cheer d,\\nOur own, our royal Saint thy memory rests\\nOn many a prayer, the more for thee endear d.\\nTrue son of our dear Mother, early taught\\nWith her to worship and for her to die,\\nNurs d in her aisles to more than kingly thought,\\nOft in her solemn hours we dream thee nigh.\\nFor thou didst love to trace her daily lore,\\nAnd where we look for comfort or for calm,\\nOver the self-same lines to bend, and pour\\nThy heart with hers in some victorious psalm.\\nAnd well did she thy loyal love repay\\nWhen all forsook, her Angels still were nigh,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0399.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "396 King Charles the Martyr.\\nChain d and bereft, and on thy funeral way,\\nStraight to the Cross she turn d thy dying eye,*\\nAnd yearly now, before the Martyrs King,\\nFor thee she offers her maternal tears,\\nCalls us, like thee, to His dear feet to cling,\\nAnd bury in His wounds our earthly fears.\\nThe Angels hear, and there is mirth in Heaven,\\nFit prelude of the joy, when spirits won\\nLike thee to patient Faith, shall rise forgiven,\\nAnd at their Saviour s knees thy bright example own.\\nHis Majesty then bade him (Mr. Herbert) withdraw j for he was about an\\nhour in private with the Bishop (Juxon): and being called in, the Bishop went\\nto prayer and reading also the 27th chapter of the Gospel of St. Matthew,\\nwhich relateth the passion of our Blessed Saviour. The King, after the ser-\\nvice was done, asked the Bishop, if he had made choice of that chapter, being\\nso applicable to his present condition The Bishop replied, May it please\\nyour Gracious Majesty, it is the proper lesson for the day, as appears by the\\nCalendar which the King was much affected with, so aptly serving as a\\nseasonable preparation for his death that day.\\nHerbert s Memoirs, p. 131.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0400.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "3Ffie Hestoratfon of tfie Hogal jFamtlg-*\\n[May 29.]\\nAnd Barzillai said unto the King, How long have I to live, that I should go\\nup with the King unto Jerusalem 2 Sam. xix. 34.\\nAS when the Paschal week is o er,\\nSleeps in the silent aisles no more\\nThe breath of sacred song,\\nBut by the rising Saviour s light\\nAwaken d soars in airy flight,\\nOr deepening rolls along ;t\\nThe while round altar, niche, and shrine,\\nThe funeral evergreens entwine,\\nAnd a dark brilliance cast,\\nThe brighter for their hues of gloom,\\nTokens of Him, who through the tomb\\nInto high glory pass d\\nThe anniversary of the Restoration of Charles II. to the throne, in\\n1660, commemorated in the Church of England.\\nf The organ is silent in many Churches during Passion week and in\\nsome it is the custom to put up evergreen boughs at Easter, as well as at\\nChristmas time.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0401.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "398 The Restoration of the Royal Family.\\nSuch were the lights and such the strains,\\nWhen proudly stream d o er Ocean plains\\nOur own returning Cross\\nFor with that triumph seem d to float\\nFar on the breeze one dirgelike note\\nOf orphanhood and loss.\\nFather and King, O where art thou 1\\nA greener wreath adorns thy brow,\\nAnd clearer rays surround\\nfor one hour of prayer like thine,\\nTo plead before th all-ruling shrine\\nFor Britain lost and found\\nAnd he,* whose mild persuasive voice\\nTaught us in trials to rejoice,\\nRead Fell s Life of Hammond, p. 283\u00e2\u0080\u0094296, Oxford, 1806.\\nAt the opening of the year 1660, when every thing visibly tended to\\nthe reduction of his Sacred Majesty, and all persons in their several stations\\nbegan to make way and prepare for it, the good doctor (Hammond) was, by\\nthe fathers of the Church, desired to repair to London, there to assist in the\\ncomposure of breaches in the Church which summons as he resolved unfit\\neither to dispute or disobey, so could he not, without much violence to his in-\\nclinations, submit unto. But, finding it his duty, he diverted all the uneasi-\\nness of antipathy and aversation into a deliberate preparation of himself for\\nthis new theatre of affairs, on which he was to enter. Where his first care\\nwas to fortify his mind against the usual temptations of business, place and\\npower. And to this purpose, besides his earnest prayers to God for his assis-\\ntance and disposal of him entirely to his glory, and a diligent survey of all\\nhis inclinations, and therein those which were his more open and less defen-\\nsible parts, he farther called in, and solemnly adjured that friend of his, with\\nwhom he had the nearest opportunity of commerce, to study and examine\\nthe last ten years of his life, and with the justice due to a Christian friend-", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0402.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "The Restoration of the Royal Family. 399\\nMost like a faithful Dove,\\nThat by some ruin d homestead builds,\\nAnd pours to the forsaken fields\\nHis wonted lay of love\\nship to observe the failances of all kinds, and show them to him which\\nbeing accordingly attempted, the product, after a diligent inquest, only prov-\\ning the representation of such defects which might have passed for virtue in\\nanother person j his next prospect was abroad, what several ways he might\\ndo good unto the public and knowing that the diocese of Worcester was, by\\nthe favour of his majesty, designed his charge, he thought of several oppor-\\ntunities of charity unto that place, and, among others, particularly cast in his\\nmind for the repair of the cathedral church, and laid the foundation of a\\nconsiderable advance unto that work. Which early care is here mentioned\\nas an instance of his inflamed desire of doing good, and singular zeal to the\\nhouse of God, and the restoring of a decent worship in a like decent place\\nfor otherwise it was far from his custom to look forward into future events,\\nbut still to attend and follow after Providence, and let every day bear its own\\nevil. And now, considering that the nation was under its great crisis and\\nmost hopeful method of its cure, which yet, if palliate and imperfect, would\\nonly make way to more fatal sickness, he fell to his devotions on that behalf,\\nand made those two excellent prayers,* which were published immediately\\nSee Works, vol. i. 727. The following is submitted as a specimen,\\nfrom the former of them.\\nO blessed Lord, who in thine infinite mercy didst vouchsafe to plant a\\nglorious Church among us, and now in thy just judgment hast permitted our\\nsins and follies to root it up, be pleased at last to resume thoughts of peace\\ntowards us, that we may do the like to one another. Lord, look down from\\nheaven, the habitation of thy holiness, and behold the ruins of a desolated\\nChurch, and compassionate to see her in the dust. Behold her, O Lord, not\\nonly broken, but crumbled, divided into so many sects and factions, that she\\nno longer represents the Ark of the God of Israel, where the covenant and\\nthe manna were conserved, but the Ark of Noah, filled with all various sorts\\nof unclean beasts and to complete our misery and guilt, the spirit of divi-\\nsion hath insinuated itself as well into our affections as our judgments that\\nbadge of discipleship which thou recommendedstto us is cast off, and all the\\ncontrary wrath and bitterness, anger and clamour, called in to maintain and\\nwiden our breaches. O Lord, how long shall we thus violate and defame\\nthat gospel of peace that we profess How long shall we thus madly defeat\\nourselves, and lose that Christianity which we pretend to strive for O thou", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0403.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "400 The Restoration of the Royal Family,\\nWhy comes he not to bear his part,\\nTo lift and guide th exulting heart\\nA hand that cannot spare\\nafter his death, as they had been made immediately before his sickness, and\\nwere almost the very last thing he wrote.\\nBeing in this state of mind, fully prepared for that new course of life,\\nwhich had nothing to recommend it to his taste but its unpleasantness (the\\nbest allective unto him), he expected hourly the peremptory mandate which\\nwas to call him forth of his beloved retirements.\\nBut in the instant, a more importunate, though infinitely more welcome\\nsummons engaged him on his last journey for, on the 4th of April, he was\\nseized with a sharp fit of the stone, with those symptoms that are usual in\\nsuch cases which yet, upon the voidance of a stone, ceased for that time.\\nHowever, on the 8th of the same month, it returned again with greater vio-\\nlence and though after two days the pain decreased, the suppression of urine\\nyet continued, with frequent vomitings, and a distention of the whole body,\\nand likewise shortness of breath, upon any little motion. When, as if he had,\\nby some instinct, a certain knowledge of the issue of his sickness, he almost, at\\nits first approach, conceived himself in hazard and whereas at other times,\\nwhen he saw his friends about him fearful, he was used to reply cheerfully,\\nthat he was not dying yet; now in the whole current of his disease, he\\nwhich makest men to be of one mind in a house, be pleased so to unite us,\\nthat we may be perfectly joined together in the same mind, and in the same\\njudgment. And now that in civil affairs there seems some aptness to a com-\\nposure, O let not our spiritual differences be more unreconcilable. Lord,\\nlet not the roughest winds blow out of the sanctuary let not those which\\nshould be thy ambassadors for peace still sound a trumpet for war but do\\nthou reveal thyself to all our Elijahs, in that still small voice which may\\nteach them to echo thee in the like meek treatings with others. Lord, let\\nno unseasonable stiffness of those that are in the right, no perverse obstinacy\\nof those that are in the wrong, hinder the closing of our wounds but let the\\none instruct in meekness, and be thou pleased to give the other repentance to\\nthe acknowledgement of the truth. To this end, do thou, O Lord, mollify all\\nexasperated minds, take off all animosities and prejudices, contempt and\\nheart-burnings, and, by uniting their hearts, prepare for the reconciling their\\nopinions. And that nothing may intercept the clear sight of thy truth, Lord,\\nlet all private and secular designs be totally deposited, that gain may no lon-\\nger be the measure of our godliness, but the one great and common con-\\ncernment of truth and peace may be unanimously and vigorously pursued,\\nc. J", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0404.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "The Restoration of the Royal Family. 401\\nLies heavy on his gentle breast\\nWe wish him health he sighs for rest,\\nAnd Heaven accepts the prayer.\\nnever said any thing to avert suspicion, but addressed unto its cure, telling\\nhis friends with whom he was, that he should leave them in God s hands,\\nwho could supply abundantly all the assistance they could either expect or\\ndesire from him, and who would so provide, that they should not find his\\nremoval any loss. And when he observed one of them with some earnest-\\nness pray for his health and continuance, he with tender passion replied,\\nI observe your zeal spends itself all in that one petition for my recovery in\\nthe interim you have no care of me in my greatest interest, which is, that I\\nmay be perfectly fitted for my change when God shall call me I pray let\\nsome of your fervour be employed that way. And being pressed to make it\\nhis own request to God to be continued longer in the world, to the service of\\nthe Church, he immediately began a solemn prayer, which contained, first, a\\nvery humble and melting acknowledgement of sin, and a most earnest inter-\\ncession for mercy and forgiveness through the merits of his Saviour next,\\nresigning himself entirely into his Maker s hands, he begged that if the\\ndivine wisdom intended him for death, he might have a due preparation for\\nit but if his life might be in any degree useful to the Church, even to one\\nsingle soul, he then besought Almighty God to continue him, and by his\\ngrace to enable him to employ that life he so vouchsafed, industriously and\\nsuccessfully. After this he did with great affection intercede for this Church\\nand nation, and with particular vigour and enforcement prayed for sincere\\nperformance of Christian duty, now so much decayed, to the equal supplant-\\ning and scandal of that holy calling} that those who professed that faith, might\\nlive according to the rules of it, and to the form of godliness, superadd the\\npower. This, with some repetitions, and more tears, he pursued, and at last\\nclosed all in a prayer for the several concerns of the family where he was.\\nWith this he frequently blessed God for so far indulging to his infirmity ,as to\\nmake his disease so painless to him j withal to send it to him before he took\\nhis journey, whereas it might have taken him in the way or at his inn, with\\nfar greater disadvantages. Bishop FeWs Life of Dr. Hammond, in Words-\\nworth s Ecclesiastical Biography, vol. V. p. 428.\\n2h", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0405.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "402 The Restoration of the Royal Family.\\nYes, go in peace, dear placid spright,\\n111 spar d but would we store aright\\nThy serious sweet farewell,\\nWe need not grudge thee to the skies.\\nSure after thee in time to rise,\\nWith thee for ever dwell.\\nTill then, whene er with duteous hand,\\nYear after year, my native Land\\nHer royal offering brings,\\nUpon the Altar lays the Crown,\\nAnd spreads her robes of old renown\\nBefore the King of Kings,\\nBe some kind spirit, likest thine,\\nEver at hand, with airs divine\\nThe wandering heart to seize\\nWhispering, How long hast thou to live,\\nThat thou shouldst Hope or Fancy give\\nTo flowers or crowns like these", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0406.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "Eht gLtitmim;\\nAs I was with Moses, so will I be with thee I will never leave thee, nor\\nforsake thee. Joshua i. 5.\\nTHE voice that from the glory came\\nTo tell how Moses died unseen,\\nAnd waken Joshua s spear of flame\\nTo victory on the mountains green,\\nIts trumpet tones are sounding still,\\nWhen Kings or Parents pass away,\\nThey greet us with a cheering thrill\\nOf power and comfort in decay.\\nBehind the soft bright summer cloud\\nThat makes such haste to melt and die,\\nOur wistful gaze is oft allow d\\nA glimpse of the unchanging sky\\nLet storm and darkness do their worst\\nFor the lost dream the heart may ache,\\nThe heart may ache, but may not burst\\nHeaven will not leave thee nor forsake.\\nThe anniversary of the day on which the reigning King comes to the\\nthrone,", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0407.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "404 The Accession.\\nOne rock amid the weltering floods,\\nOne torch in a tempestuous night,\\nOne changeless pine in fading woods\\nSuch is the thought of Love and Might,\\nTrue might and ever-present Love,\\nWhen Death is busy near the throne,\\nAnd Sorrow her keen sting would prove\\nOn Monarchs orphan d and alone.\\nIn that lorn hour and desolate,\\nWho could endure a crown but He,\\nWho singly bore the world s sad weight,\\nIs near, to whisper, Lean on me\\nThy clays of toil, thy nights of care,\\nSad lonely dreams in crowded hall,\\nDarkness within, while pageants glare\\nAround the Cross supports them all.\\nO Promise of undying Love\\nWhile Monarchs seek thee for repose,\\nFar in the nameless mountain cove\\nEach pastoral heart thy bounties knows.\\nYe, who in place of shepherds true\\nCome trembling to their awful trust,\\nLo here the fountain to imbue\\nWith strength and hope your feeble dust.\\nNot upon Kings or Priests alone\\nThe power of that dear word is spent", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0408.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "The Accession, 405\\nIt chants to all in softest tone\\nThe lowly lesson of Content:\\nHeaven s light is pour d on high and low\\nTo high and low Heaven s Angel spake\\nResign thee to thy weal or woe,\\nI ne er will leave thee nor forsake.\\ngftftftiatfou*\\nAfter this, the Congregation shall be desired secretly in their prayers to\\nmake their humble supplications to God for all these things for the which\\nprayers there shall be silence kept for a space.\\nAfter which shall be sung or said by the Bishop (the persons to be ordained\\nPriests all kneeling), Veni, Creator Spiritus.\\nRubric in the Office for Ordering of Priests.\\nTWAS silence in thy temple, Lord,\\nWhen slowly through the hallow d air\\nThe spreading cloud of incense soar d,\\nCharg d with the breath of Israel s prayer.\\nTwas silence round thy throne on high,\\nWhen the last wondrous seal unclos d,*\\nAnd in the portals of the sky\\nThine armies awfully repos d.\\nRev. viii. 1. When He had opened the seventh seal, there was silence\\nin Heaven for the space of half an hour.\\n2h 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0409.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "406 Ordination.\\nAnd this deep pause, that o er us now\\nIs hovering comes it not of Thee\\nIs it not like a Mother s vow,\\nWhen with her darling on her knee,\\nShe weighs and numbers o er and o er\\nLove s treasure hid in her fond breast,\\nTo cull from that exhaustless store\\nThe dearest blessing and the best\\nAnd where shall Mother s bosom find,\\nWith all its deep love-learned skill,\\nA prayer so sweetly to her mind,\\nAs, in this sacred hour and still,\\nIs wafted from the white-rob d choir,\\nEre yet the pure high-breathed lay,\\nCome, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,\\nRise floating on its dovelike way.\\nAnd when it comes, so deep and clear\\nThe strain, so soft the melting fall,\\nIt seems not to th entranced ear\\nLess than thine own heart-cheering call,\\nSpirit of Christ thine earnest given\\nThat these our prayers are heard, and they,*\\nIt were much to be desired, that the prayers for those to be admitted\\ninto Holy Orders, which are included among the occasional prayers which\\nfollow immediately after the Litany, should be used as often as maybe, pre-\\nviously to every ordination. The effect could not but be favourable, not\\nonly on the candidate for whom, but on the congregation by whom, they are\\nused.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0410.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "Ordination. 407\\nWho grasp, this hour, the sword of Heaven,\\nShall feel thee on their weary way.\\nOft as at morn or soothing eve\\nOver the Holy Fount they lean,\\nTheir fading garland freshly weave,\\nOr fan them with thine airs serene.\\nSpirit of Light and Truth to Thee\\nWe trust them in that musing hour,\\nTill they, with open heart and free,\\nTeach all Thy word in all its power.\\nWhen foemen watch their tents by night,\\nAnd mists hang wide o er moor and fell,\\nSpirit of Counsel and of Might,\\nTheir pastoral warfare guide Thou well.\\nAnd O when worn and tir d they sigh\\nWith that more fearful war within,\\nWhen Passion s storms are loud and high,\\nAnd brooding o er remember d sin\\nThe heart dies down* O mightiest then,\\nCome ever true, come ever near,\\nW$z \u00c2\u00a9rtimal.\\nAlas for me if I forget\\nThe memory of that day\\nWhich fills my waking thoughts, nor yet\\nE en sleep can take away", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0411.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "408 Ordination.\\nAnd wake their slumbering love again,\\nSpirit of God s most holy Fear\\nIn dreams I still renew the rites\\nWhose strong but mystic chain\\nThe spirit to its God unites,\\nAnd none can part again.\\nHow oft the Bishop s form I see,\\nAnd hear that thrilling tone\\nDemanding with authority\\nThe heart for God alone\\nAgain I kneel as then I knelt,\\nWhile he above me stands,\\nAnd seem to feel as then I felt\\nThe pressure of his hands.\\nAgain the priests in meet array,\\nAs my weak spirit fails,\\nBeside me bend them down to pray\\nBefore the chancel rails\\nAs then, the sacramental host\\nOf God s elect are by,\\nWhen many a voice its utterance lost,\\nAnd tears dimmed many an eye.\\nAs then they on my vision rose,\\nThe vaulted aisles I see,\\nAnd desk and cushioned book repose\\nIn solemn sanctity,\\nThe mitre o er the marble niche,\\nThe broken crook and key,\\nThat from a Bishop s tomb shone rich\\nWith polished tracery\\nThe hangings, the baptismal font,\\nAll, all, save me unchanged,\\nThe holy table, as was wont,\\nWith decency arranged", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0412.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "Ordination. 409\\nThe linen cloth, the plate, the cup,\\nBeneath their covering shine,\\nEre priestly hands are lifted up\\nTo bless the bread and wine.\\nThe solemn ceremonial past,\\nAnd I am set apart\\nTo serve the Lord, from first to last,\\nWith undivided heart\\nAnd I have sworn, with pledges dire\\nWhich God and man have heard,\\nTo speak the holy truth entire\\nIn action and in word.\\nO thou who in thy holy place\\nHast set thine orders three,\\nGrant me, thy meanest servant, grace\\nTo win a good degree\\nThat so replenished from above\\nAnd in my office tried,\\nThou may st be honoured, and in love\\nThy Church be edified\\nRev. William Croawell.", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0413.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0414.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "foments.\\nMorning, 17\\nEvening, 21\\nAdvent Sunday, 24\\nSecond Sunday in Advent. The Signs of the Times, 30\\nThird Sunday in Advent. The Travellers, 33\\nFourth Sunday in Advent. Dimness, 37\\nChristmas Day, 41\\nSt. Stephen s Day, .46\\nSt. John s Day, 50\\nThe Holy Innocents, .52\\nFirst Sunday after Christmas. The Sun-dial of Ahaz, 56\\nThe Circumcision of Christ, .59\\nSecond Sunday after Christmas. The Pilgrim s Song, 63\\nThe Epiphany, 67\\nFirst Sunday after Epiphany. The Nightingale, 71\\nSecond Sunday after Epiphany. The Secret of Perpet-\\nual Youth, .74\\nThird Sunday after Epiphany. The Good Centurion, 78\\nFourth Sunday after Epiphany. The World is for Ex-\\ncitement, the Gospel for Soothing, 82\\nFifth Sunday after Epiphany. Cure Sin and you cure\\nSorrow, 85", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0415.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "412 Contents.\\nSixth Sunday after Epiphany. The Benefits of Uncer-\\ntainty, 89\\nSeptuagesima Sunday, 93\\nSexagesima Sunday, 96\\nQuinquagesima Sunday, 100\\nAsh- Wednesday, 104\\nFirst Sunday in Lent. The City of Refuge, 107\\nSecond Sunday in Lent. Esau s Forfeit, 110\\nThird Sunday in Lent. The Spoils of Satan, 114\\nFourth Sunday in Lent. The Rosebud, 117\\nFifth Sunday in Lent. The Burning Bush, 121\\nPalm Sunday. The Children in the Temple, 125\\nMonday before Easter. Christ waiting for the Cross, 128\\nTuesday before Easter. Christ refusing the Wine and\\nMyrrh, 132\\nWednesday before Easter. Christ in the Garden, 135\\nThursday before Easter. The Vision of the latter days, 139\\nGood Friday, 143\\nEaster Eve, 147\\nEaster Day, 151\\nMonday in Easter Week. St. Peter and Cornelius, 155\\nTuesday in Easter Week. The Snow Drop, 158\\nFirst Sunday after Easter. The Restless Pastor re-\\nproved, 161\\nSecond Sunday after Easter. Balaam, 165\\nThird Sunday after Easter. Languor and Travail, 169\\nFourth Sunday after Easter. The Dove on the Cross, 173\\nFifth Sunday after Easter. Rogation Sunday, 177\\nAscension Day, 181\\nSunday after Ascension, 185\\nWhitsunday, 189", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0416.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "Contents. 413\\nMonday in Whitsun-Week. The City of Confusion, 192\\nTuesday in Whitsun-Week. Holy Orders, 197\\nTrinity Sunday, 201\\nFirst Sunday after Trinity. Israel among the Ruins of\\nCanaan, 204\\nSecond Sunday after Trinity. Charity the Life of\\nFaith, 207\\nThird Sunday after Trinity. Comfort for Sinners in\\nthe presence of the Good, 211\\nFourth Sunday after Trinity. The Groans of Nature, 218\\nFifth Sunday after Trinity. The Fishermen of Beth-\\nsaida, 218\\nSixth Sunday after Trinity. The Psalmist repenting, 221\\nSeventh Sunday after Trinity. The Feast in the Wil-\\nderness, 225\\nEighth Sunday after Trinity. The Disobedient Pro-\\nphet, 228\\nNinth Sunday after Trinity. Elijah in Horeb, 231\\nTenth Sunday after Trinity. Christ weeping over Je-\\nrusalem, 235\\nEleventh Sunday after Trinity. Gehazi reproved, 238\\nTwelfth Sunday after Trinity. The Deaf and Dumb, 241\\nThirteenth Sunday after Trinity. Moses on the Mount, 245\\nFourteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Ten Lepers, 250\\nFifteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Flowers of the\\nField, .253\\nSixteenth Sunday after Trinity. Hope is better than\\nEase, 256\\nSeventeenth Sunday after Trinity. Ezekiel s Vision in\\nthe Temple, .259\\n2 i", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0417.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "414 Contents,\\nEighteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Church in the\\nWilderness, .263\\nNineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Shadrach, Meshach,\\nand Abednego, 266\\nTwentieth Sunday after Trinity. Mountain Scenery, 271\\nTwenty-first Sunday after Trinity. The Redbreast in\\nSeptember, 274\\nTwenty-second Sunday after Trinity. The Rule of\\nChristian Forgiveness, 277\\nTwenty. third Sunday after Trinity. The Forest Leaves\\nin Autumn, 280\\nTwenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. Imperfection of\\nHuman Sympathy, 283\\nTwenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. The two Rainbows, 286\\nSunday next before Advent. Self-examination before\\nAdvent, .289\\nSt. Andrew s Day, 293\\nSt. Thomas the Apostle, 297\\nConversion of St. Paul, 302\\nThe Purification of St. Mary the Virgin, 307\\nSt. Matthias Day, 312\\nThe Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, 315\\nSt. Mark s Day, 319\\nSt. Philip and St. James s Day, .322\\nSt. Barnabas the Apostle, 325\\nSt. John Baptist s Day, .329\\nSt. Peter s Day, 333\\nSt. James the Apostle, 338\\nSt. Bartholomew the Apostle, 341\\nSt. Matthew the Apostle, .345\\nSt. Michael and all Angels, 349", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0418.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "Contents. 415\\nSt. Luke the Evangelist, 353\\nSt. Simon and St. Jude, Apostles, 358\\nAll Saints Day, .362\\nHoly Communion, 365\\nHoly Baptism, 369\\nCatechism, 371\\nConfirmation, 374\\nMatrimony, 376\\nVisitation and Communion of the Sick, 379\\nBurial of the Dead, 381\\nChurching of Women, 384\\nCommination, 386\\nForms of Prayer to be used at Sea, 389\\nGunpowder Treason, 391\\nKing Charles the Martyr, 394\\nThe Restoration of the Royal Family, 397\\nThe Accession, 403\\nOrdination, 405", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0419.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0420.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0421.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0422.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0423.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\ni in in\\n014 494 795 2", "height": "3591", "width": "1963", "jp2-path": "christianyeartho09kebl_0424.jp2"}}