{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4200", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3786", "width": "2337", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3786", "width": "2337", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3786", "width": "2337", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2176", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3786", "width": "2337", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3786", "width": "2337", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3786", "width": "2337", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CJje Christian 3?ear:\\nTHOUGHTS IN VERSE\\nSUNDAYS AND HOLYDAYS\\nTHROUGHOUT THE YEAR.\\nr\\n-U\\n|it qnietas attb in txmfibeittt sjmll b jjour staQtjr.\\nIsaiah xxx. 15\\nNinety-seventh Edition.\\nAND 377, STRAND, LONDON\\nJAMES PARKER AND CO\\nM DCCC LXVI.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "PRINTED BY JAMES FARKER AND CO., CROWN-YARD, OXFORD.\\n\\\\V", "height": "4268", "width": "2739", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "ADVERTISEMENT.\\nNext to a sound rule of faith, there is nothing of\\nso much consequence as a sober standard of feeling\\nin matters of practical religion and it is the peculiar\\nhappiness of the Church of England to possess, in\\nher authorized formularies, an ample and secure pro-\\nvision for both. But in times of much leisure and un-\\nbounded curiosity, when excitement of every kind is\\nsought after with a morbid eagerness, this part of the\\nmerit of our Liturgy is likely in some measure to be\\nlost, on many even of its sincere admirers the very\\ntempers, which most require such discipline, setting\\nthemselves, in general, most decidedly against 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\\nthe Prayer Book. The work does not furnish a com-", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "IV ADVERTISEMENT.\\nplete series of compositions being, in many parts,\\nrather adapted with more or less propriety to the\\nsuccessive portions of the Liturgy, than originally\\nsuggested by them. Something has been added at\\nthe end 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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nThe Signs of the Times\\nThe Travellers\\nDimness\\nThe Sun-dial of rfhaz\\nThe Pilgrim s Song\\nMorning\\nEvening\\nAdvent Sunday\\nSecond Sunday in Advent\\nThird Sunday in Advent.\\nFourth Sunday in Advent,\\nChristmas Day\\nSt. Stephen s Day\\nSt. John s Day\\nThe Holy Innocents\\nFirst Sunday after Christmas.\\nThe Circumcision\\nSecond Sunday after Christmas.\\nThe Epiphany\\nFirst Sunday after Epiphany. The Nightingale\\nSecond Sunday after Epiphany. The Secret of Per\\npetual Youth\\nThird Sunday after Epiphany. The Good Centurion\\nFourth Sunday after Epiphany. The World is foi\\nExcitement, the Gospel for Soothing\\nFifth Sunday after Epiphany. Cure Sin and you cure\\nSorroiv\\nSixth Sunday after Epiphany. The Benefits of Un\\ncertainty\\nSeptuagesima Sunday\\nSexagesima Sunday\\nQuinquagesima Sundav\\nAsh-Wednesday\\nFirst Sunday in Lent. The City of Refuge\\nSecond Sunday in Lent. Esau s Forfeit\\nPAGE\\nI\\n5\\n15\\n*9\\n2 3\\n27\\n30\\n3 2\\n35\\n39\\n43\\n46\\n49\\n52\\n56\\n61\\n64\\n68\\n73\\n76\\n80\\n84\\n87\\n90", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "VI CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nThird Sunday in Lent. The Spoils of Satan 94\\nFourth Sunday in Lent. The Rosebud 97\\nFifth Sunday in Lent. The Burning Bush .101\\nSunday next before Easter. The Children in the Temple 105\\nMonday before Easter. Christ waiting for the Cross 108\\nTuesday before Easter. Christ refusing the Wine and\\nMyrrh .112\\nWednesday before Easter. Christ in the Garden 115\\nThursday before Easter. The Vision of the Latter Days 119\\nGood Friday .122\\nEaster Eve .125\\nEaster Day ,129\\nMonday in Easter Week. St. Peter and Cornelius 133\\nTuesday in Easter Week. The Snovo-Drop .136\\nFirst Sunday after Easter. The restless Pastor reproved 139\\nSecond Sunday after Easter, Balaam 142\\nThird Sunday after Easter. Languor and Travail 146\\nFourth Sunday after Easter. The Dove on the Cross 149\\nFifth Sunday after Easter. The Priest s Intercessor 153\\nAscension Day 157\\nSunday after Ascension Day. Seed-time .160\\nWhitsunday .164\\nMonday in Whitsun-week. The City of Confusion 167\\nTuesday in Whitsun-week. Holy Orders 172\\nTrinity Sunday .176\\nFirst Sunday after Trinity. Israel among the Ruins\\nof Canaan .180\\nSecond Sunday after Trinity. Charity the Life of\\nFaith 182\\nThird Sunday after Trinity. Comfort for Sinners in the\\npresence of the Good 186\\nFourth Sunday after Trinity. The Groans of Nature 189\\nFifth Sunday after Trinity. The Fishermen of Bethsaida 194\\nSixth Sunday after Trinity. The Psalmist repenting 198", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. Vll\\nPAGE\\nSeventh Sunday after Trinity. The Feast in the Wil-\\nderness .201\\nEighth Sunday after Trinity. The Disobedient Prophet 204\\nNinth Sunday after Trinity. Elijah in Horeb 207\\nTenth Sunday after Trinity. Christ weeping over\\nJerusalem .211\\nEleventh Sunday after Trinity. Gehazi reproved 213\\nTwelfth Sunday after Trinity. The Deaf and Dumb 216\\nThirteenth Sunday after Trinity. Moses on the Mount 220\\nFourteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Ten Lepers 225\\nFifteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Flowers of the\\nField 228\\nSixteenth Sunday after Trinity. Hope is better than\\nEase .231\\nSeventeenth Sunday after Trinity. EzekieVs Vision in\\nthe Temple .234\\nEighteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Church in the\\nWilderness .238\\nNineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Shadrach, Meshach,\\nand Abednego 243\\nTwentieth Sunday after Trinity. Mountain Scenery 246\\nTwenty-first Sunday after Trinity. The Redbreast in\\nSeptember 249\\nTwenty-second Sunday after Trinity. The Rule of\\nChristian Forgiveness .252\\nTwenty-third Sunday after Trinity. Forest Leaves in\\nAutumn 255\\nTwenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. Imperfection of\\nHuman Sympathy .258\\nTwenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. The tvoo Rainbovus 261\\nSunday next before Advent. Self-examination before\\nAdvent 264\\nSt. Andrew s Day .268\\nSt. Thomas the Apostle 271", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Vlll\\nCONTENTS.\\nConversion of St. Paul\\nPurification of St. Mary the Virgin\\nSt. Matthias 5 Day\\nAnnunciation of the Blessed Virgin Ma:\\nSt. Mark s Day\\nSt. Philip and St. James s Day\\nSt. Barnabas the Apostle\\nSt. John Baptist s Day\\nSt. Peter s Day\\nSt. James the Apostle\\nSt. Bartholomew the Apostle\\nSt. Matthew the Apostle\\nSt. Michael and all Angels\\nSt. Luke the Evangelist\\nSt. Simon and St. Jude, Apostles\\nAll Saints Day\\nHoly Communion\\nHoly Baptism\\nCatechism\\nConfirmation\\nMatrimony\\nVisitation and Communion of the Sick\\nBurial of the Dead\\nChurching of Women\\nCommination\\nForms of Prayer to be Used at Sea\\nGunpowder Treason\\nKing Charles the Martyr\\nThe Restoration of the Royal Family\\nThe Accession\\nOrdination\\nIndex", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "DEDICA TION.\\nT/j r HEN in my silent solitary walk,\\nI sought a strai?i ?iot all unworthy Thee,\\nMy heart, still ringing with wild worldly talk,\\nGave forth no note of holier minstrelsy.\\nPrayer is the secret, to myself I said,\\nStrong supplication ??iust call down the charm,\\nAnd thus with untuned heart I feebly prayed,\\nKnocking at HeaveiUs gate with earth-palsied arm\\nFountain of Harmony Thou Spirit blest,\\nBy whom the troubled waves of earthly sound\\nAre gathered i?ito order, such as best\\nSome high-souled bard in his encha?ited round\\nMay compass, Power divine O spread Thy wing,\\nThy dovelike wing that makes confusion fly\\nOver my dark, void spirit, summoning\\nNew worlds of music, strains that may not die.\\nhappiest who before Thine altar wait,\\nWith pure hands ever holding up on high\\nThe guiding Star of all who seek Thy gate,\\nThe widying la7?ip of heavenly Poesy.\\nToo weak, too wavering, for such holy task\\nIs my frail ami, O Lord; but I would fain\\nTrack to its source the brightness, I would bask\\nIn the clear ray that makes Thy pathway plain.\\n1 dare not hope with David s harp to chase\\nThe evil spirit from the troubled breast;\\nEnough for me if I ca7ifind such grace\\nTo listen to the strain, and be at rest.\\n9", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "$Mlcxn\\\\n%.\\nHis compassions fail not. They are new every morning.\\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\\nWhy waste your treasures of delight\\nUpon our thankless, joyless sight;\\nWho day by day to sin awake,\\nSeldom of heaven and you partake", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Morning.\\nOh timely happy, timely wise,\\nHearts that with rising morn arise\\nEyes that the beam celestial view,\\nWhich evermore makes all things new a\\nNew every morning is the love\\nOur wakening and uprising prove\\nThrough sleep and darkness safely brought,\\nRestor d 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.\\na Revelation xxi. 5.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Morning.\\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 stedfast mean,\\nCounting the cost, in all t 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Momi7tg.\\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, O 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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Abide with us for it is toward 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 sight\\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,\\nJ It 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", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "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 b\\nb Then they willingly received Him into the ship and immediately the\\nship was at the land whither they went. St. John vi. 21.\\nv", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Evening,\\nThe Rulers of this Christian land,\\nTwixt Thee and us ordain d to stand,\\nGuide Thou their course, O 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.\\nV\\nWatch by the sick enrich the poor\\nWith blessings from Thy boundless store\\nBe every mourner s sleep to-night\\nLike infants 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": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Now it is high time to awake out of sleep for now is our salvation\\nnearer than when we believed. Romans xiii. n.\\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 fulfilled, 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,\\nE en 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\\nnot love", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "I\\nAdve?it Sunday. g\\nMeanwhile He paces through th adoring crowd,\\nCalm as the march of some majestic cloud,\\nThat o er wild scenes of ocean-war\\nHolds its still course in Heaven afar\\nE en so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on,\\nThou keepest silent watch from Thy triumphal throne\\nE en so, the world is thronging round to gaze\\nOn the dread vision of the latter days,\\nConstrain d to own Thee, but in heart\\nPrepar d to take Barabbas part\\nCi Hosanna 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "io Advent Sunday,\\nStill through decaying ages as they glide,\\nThou lov st Thy chosen remnant to divide\\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 c\\nAnd Love s last flower seem d fain to droop and die,\\nHow sweet, how lone the ray benign\\nOn shelter d nooks of Palestine\\nThen to his early home did Love repair d\\nAnd cheer d his sickening heart with his own na-\\ntive air.\\nYears roll away again the tide of crime\\nHas swept Thy footsteps from the favoured clime.\\nWhere shall the holy Cross find rest\\nOn a crown d monarch s 6 mailed breast\\nLike some bright angel o er the darkling scene,\\nThrough court and camp he holds his heavenward\\ncourse serene.\\ne Arianism in the fourth century.\\nd See St. Jerome s Works, i. 123. edit. Erasm.\\ne St. Louis in the thirteenth century.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Adve?it Sunday. n\\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 shews 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\\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\\nThee nigh.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "itavfo ^MEtrag hx JlCrtrmi.\\nAnd when these things begin to come to pass, then look up and lift\\nup your heads for your redemption draweth nigh.\\nSt. Luke xxi. 28.\\nNot till the freezing blast is still,\\nTill freely leaps the sparkling rill,\\nAnd gales sweep soft from summer skies,\\nAs 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 flow rets show\\nTheir bosoms to th uncertain glow.\\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\\nWhat sees she in this lowering sky\\nTo tempt her meditative eye", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday i7i Advent. 13\\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 f\\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\\nFor all the light of sacred lore\\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 h\\nf The world hath lost his youth, and the times begin to wax old. 2 Esdras\\nxiv. 10.\\ns See St James v. 9.\\nh Ita fabulantur, ut qui sciant Dominum audire. Tertull Apology p. 36.\\nedit. Rigalt", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "14 Second Sunday in Advent\\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\\nAngels He calls ye 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 1", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "JpKjrirtr J^tmfrarr in: j^Drfwnt.\\nWhat went ye out 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. Matthew xi. 7, 9.\\nWhat went ye out to see\\nO er the rude sandy lea,\\nWhere stately Jordan flows by many a palm,\\nOr where Gennesarefs wave\\nDelights the flowers to lave,\\nThat o er her western slope breathe airs of balm\\nAll through the summer night,\\nThose blossoms red and bright 1\\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,\\n1 Oleanders with which the western bank of the lake is said to be clothed\\ndown to the water s edge.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "1 6 Third Sunday in Advent.\\nLeft shining in the world with Christ alone\\nBelow, the lake s still face\\nSleeps sweetly in th embrace\\nOf mountains terrac 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,\\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\\nBask not in courtly bower,\\nOr sun-bright hall of power,\\nPass Babel quick, and seek the holy land\\nFrom robes of Tyrian dye\\nTurn with undazzled eye\\nTo Bethlehem s glade, or Carmel s haunted strand.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Third Swiday in Advent, 17\\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.\\nWho thus alternate see\\nHis death and victory,\\nRising and falling as on angel wings,\\nThey, while they seem to roam,\\nDraw daily nearer home,\\nTheir heart untravell d still adores the King of\\nkings.\\nOr, if at home they stay,\\nYet are they, day by day,\\nIn spirit journeying through the glorious land,", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "1 8 Third Sunday in Advent.\\nNot for light Fancy s reed,\\nNor Honour s purple meed,\\nNor gifted Prophet s lore, nor Science wondrous\\nwand.\\nBut more than Prophet, more\\nThan Angels can adore\\nWith face unveil d, is He they go to seek\\nBlessed be God, Whose grace\\nShews Him in every place\\nTo homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "JB^anxfy j^fanfrag in JSdbbmt\\nThe eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that\\nhear shall hearken. Isaiah xxxii. 3.\\nOf the bright things in earth and air\\nHow little can the heart embrace\\nSoft shades and gleaming lights are there\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI know it well, but cannot trace.\\nMine eye unworthy seems to read\\nOne page of Nature s beauteous book\\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\\nUnchanged themselves, in me they die,\\nOr faint, or false, their shadows prove 3", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "20 Fourth Sunday in Advent.\\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 KingsJ full glory break,\\nNor from the blissful vision shrink\\nIn fearless love and hope uncloyd\\nFor ever on that ocean bright\\nEmpower d to gaze and undestroy d,\\nDeeper and deeper plunge in light\\nJ Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty they shall behold the land\\nthat is very far off. Isaiah xxxiii. 17.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday in Advent, 21\\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 purged 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": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "22 Fourth Sunday in Advent\\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 train d, and taught\\nThe concord sweet of Love divine\\nThen, with that inward Music fraught,\\nFor ever rise, and sing, and shine.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "^T^rislmas ^H ag.\\nAnd suddenly there was with the Angel a multitude of the heavenly\\nhost praising God. St. Luke ii. 13.\\nWhat sudden blaze of song\\nSpreads o er th expanse of Heaven\\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,\\nu And love towards men of love k salvation and\\nrelease.\\nk I have ventured to adopt the reading of the Vulgate, as being generally\\nknown through Pergolesi s beautiful composition, Gloria in excelsis Deo, tt\\nin terra pax hominibus bonce voluntatis.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "24 Christmas Day.\\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\\nshould be,\\nIn sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony.\\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\\nroyal Child.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Christmas Day. 25\\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\\ngrace\\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-pavd\\nway.\\nThe pastoral spirits first\\nApproach Thee, Babe divine,\\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\\nThy cell,", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "26 Christmas Day.\\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.\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "He, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up stedfastly into heaven, and\\nsaw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God.\\nActs vii. 55.\\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\\nSo on the King of Martyrs wait\\nThree chosen bands, in royal state 1\\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\\n1 Wheatly 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; the holy Innocents last, who\\nsuffered in deed but not in will.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "28 St. Stephens Day.\\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 stedfast gaze, as when the sky\\nFlew open to his fainting eye,\\nWhich, like a fading lamp, flash d high,\\nSeeing what death conceals.\\nWell might you guess what vision bright\\nWas present to his raptur d sight,\\nE en 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,", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "St, Stephen s Day. 29\\nOr with His love so deep embrue\\nMan s sullen heart and gross\\nJesu, do Thou my soul receive\\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\\nTill men behold his angel face\\nAll radiant with celestial grace m\\nMartyr all o er, and meet to trace\\nThe lines of Jesus death.\\nm And all that sat in the council, looking stedfastly on him, saw his face\\nas it had been the face of an angel. Acts vi. 15.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Ml John s }EDag.\\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\\nfollow thou Me. St John xxi. 21, 22.\\nLord, and what shall this man do?\\nAsk st thou, Christian, for thy friend 1\\nIf his love for Christ be true,\\nChrist hath told thee of his end\\nThis is he whom God approves,\\nThis is he whom Jesus loves.\\nAsk not of him more than this,\\nLeave it in his Saviour s breast,\\nWhether, early call d to bliss,\\nHe in youth shall find his rest,\\nOr armed in his station wait\\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", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "St. John s Day. 31\\nLeave it all in His high hand,\\nWho doth hearts as streams command 11\\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\\nWhen the shore is won at last,\\nWho will count the billows past\\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.\\nri The king s heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water He\\nturneth it whithersoever He wilL Proverbs xxi. i.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Jpljw ^^.olg Wmwnnts.\\nThese were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God\\nand to the Lamb. Rev. xiv. 4.\\nSay, ye celestial guards, who wait\\nIn Bethlehem, round the Saviour s palace gate,\\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", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "The Holy Innocents. 33\\nAsk, and some angel will reply,\\nu These, like yourselves, were born to sin and die,\\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 scar 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 lov d to trace\\nThe innocent brightness of an infant 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\\nName.\\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", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "34 The Holy I?inoce?its.\\nBut chiefly these, who died for Thee,\\nThat Thou might st live for them a sadder death\\nto see.\\nAnd next to these, Thy gracious word\\nWas as a pledge of benediction, stor d\\nFor Christian mothers, while they moan\\nTheir treasur d hopes, just born, baptiz d, 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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Hirst j^ftmbag affor ^fljristmas.\\nSo the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.\\nIsaiah xxxviii. 8 compare Josh. x. 13\\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 once on earth s denied breast.\\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\u00c2\u00b0,\\nAnd hides his weary eyes to pray,\\nShould change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of\\nthe sky\\nThen Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the\\nLord. Isaiah xxxviii. 2.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "36 First Sunday after Christmas.\\nWe too, 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\\nglare.\\nHow shall we scape th o erwhelming Past 1\\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 1\\nFather and Lover of our souls\\nThough darkly round Thine anger rolls,\\nThy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom,", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Christmas. 37\\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,\\nE en 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", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "38 First Sunday after Christmas.\\nTill, as each moment wafts us higher,\\nBy every gush of pure desire,\\nAnd high-breath d hope of joys above,\\nBy every secret sigh we heave,\\nWhole years of folly we outlive,\\nIn His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "JfHtfj* \u00c2\u00a9fiwitmrision of (sgTjxrisi\\nIn whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision\\nmade without hands. Co Joss, ii. n.\\nThe year begins with Thee,\\nAnd Thou beginn st with woe,\\nTo let the world of sinners see\\nThat blood for sin must flow.\\nThine infant cries, O Lord,\\nThy tears upon the breast,\\nAre not enough the legal sword\\nMust do its stern behest.\\nLike sacrificial wine\\nPour d 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "4-0 The Circumcision of Christ.\\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.\\nBy blood and water too\\nGod s mark is set on Thee,\\nThat in Thee every faithful view\\nBoth covenants might see.\\nO bond of union, dear\\nAnd strong as is Thy grace\\nSaints, parted by a thousand year,\\nMay thus in heart embrace.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "The Circumcision of Christ. 41\\nIs there a mourner true,\\nWho fallen on faithless days,\\nSighs for the heart-consoling view\\nOf those, Heaven deign d to praise 1\\nIn spirit mayst thou meet\\nWith faithful Abraham here,\\nWhom soon in Eden thou shalt greet\\nA nursing Father dear.\\nWouldst thou a poet be 1\\nAnd would thy dull heart fain\\nBorrow of Israel s minstrelsy\\nOne high enraptur d strain 1\\nCome here thy soul to tune,\\nHere set thy feeble chant,\\nHere, if at all beneath the moon,\\nIs holy David s haunt.\\nArt thou a child of tears,\\nCradled in care and woe\\nAnd seems it hard, thy vernal years\\nFew vernal joys can show 1", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "42 The Circumcision of Christ.\\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\\nE en from the womb takes no release\\nFrom suffering, tears, and blood.\\nIf thou wouldst reap in love,\\nFirst sow in holy fear\\nSo life a winter s morn may prove\\nTo a bright endless year.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "MtttBtib j^unbag after (M\\\\xmimm.\\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\\nforsake them. Isaiah xli. 17.\\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\\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 p,\\nThen stole apart to weep and die,\\nNor knew an angel form was nigh,\\nTo shew soft waters gushing by\\nAnd dewy shadows mild.\\nP Hagar. See Genesis xxi. 15.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "44 Second Sunday after Christmas.\\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\\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.\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Christmas. 45\\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 q\\nThe languid pulses Thou canst tell,\\nThe nerveless spirit tune.\\nThou from Whose cross in anguish burs:\\nThe cry that own d Thy dying thirst r\\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 iv. 6. Ibid. xix. 28.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "jPfjNe Rpipljaitg.\\nAnd, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came\\nand stood over where the young Child was. When they saw the star, they\\nrejoiced with exceeding great joy. St. Matt. ii. 9, 10.\\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,\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "The Epiphany. 47\\nWhat matter 1 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,\\nWhen stars above or flowers below\\nFirst made our infant spirits burn 1\\nLook on us, Lord, and take our parts\\nE en on Thy throne of purity\\nFrom these our proud yet grovelling hearts\\nHide not Thy mild forgiving eye.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "48 The Epiphany.\\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 3 in earlier, purer days,\\nHad watch d Thee gleaming faint and far-\\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 enquiring 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 1\\nWho will not wake or fast with Thee\\nThe Patriarchal Church. Malachi i. S.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "TB^irst J^mtfrmj after ^E^ptpfrans*\\nThey shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water courses.\\nIsaiah xliv. 4-\\nLessoxs sweet of spring returning,\\nWelcome to the thoughtful heart\\nMay I call ye sense or learning,\\nInstinct pure, or Heaven-taught art I\\nBe your title what it may,\\nSweet the 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "50 First Swiday after Epiphany.\\nNeeds no show of mountain hoar} 7\\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,\\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 moist 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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Epiphany.\\nIf, the quiet brooklet leaving,\\nUp the stony vale I wind,\\nHaply half in fancy grieving\\nFor the shades I leave behind,\\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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "J^c0ir ^wttbag after ^^.pi^^ang.\\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\\nuntil now. St John ii. 10.\\nThe heart of childhood is all mirth\\nWe frolic to and fro\\nAs free and blithe, as if on earth\\nWere no such thing as woe.\\nBut if indeed with reckless faith\\nWe trust the flattering voice,\\nWhich whispers, Take thy fill ere death,\\nIndulge 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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Epiphany. 53\\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\\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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "54 Second Sunday after Epiphany,\\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 1\\nWho, but a Christian, through all life\\nThat blessing may prolong 1\\nW T ho, 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\\nMother on child no pity take u\\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.\\nli Can 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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Epiphany. 55\\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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Jptjnrb j mbajr after ]EC}?r|j!jan|r.\\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.\\nSt. Matthew viii. 10.\\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,\\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,", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday after Epiphany. 57\\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 pastors aching heart\\nTo think where er he looks, such gleam may have\\na part\\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 v\\nLest the deep stain it owns within\\nBreak out, and Faith be sham d by the believer s\\nsin.\\nLord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest enter under my roof. St.\\nL uke vii. 6.\\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\\na very 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": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "58 Third Sunday after Epiphany,\\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 is 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 raise 7\\nA home for prayer and love, and full harmonious\\npraise,\\nx He loveth our nation. St. Luke vii. 5.\\nHe hath built us a synagogue. Ibid.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday after Epiphany. 59\\nWhere far away and high above,\\nIn maze on maze the tranced sight\\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 2\\nRisen, may embalm His sacred name\\nWith all a Painter s art, and all a Minstrel s\\nflame.\\nz St. John xii. 7 xlx. 30.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "60 Third Sunday after Epiphany,\\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\\nangel s love.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "^Kourllj J^funfrajj after ^.pipljattir.\\nWhen they saw Him, they besought Him that He would depart out of\\ntheir coasts. St. Matthew viii. 34.\\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 th Almighty s love,\\nWho, when the whirlwinds rock the topmost grove,\\nStand in the shade, and hear\\nThe tumult with a deep exulting fear,\\nHow, in their fiercest sway,\\nCurb d by some power unseen, they die away,\\nLike a bold steed that owns his rider s arm,\\nProud to be check d and sooth d by that o ermaster-\\ning charm.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "62 Fourth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nBut there are storms within\\nThat heave the struggling heart with wilder din,\\nAnd there is 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 a\\nIs not the power as strange, the love as blest,\\nAs when He said, Be still, and ocean sank to rest 1\\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,\\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\\na St. Mark v. 15 iv. 39.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. 6$\\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 Heaven-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\\ndepart.\\nHe, merciful and mild,\\nAs erst, beholding, loves His wayward child\\nAVhen 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": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "WJcflfy j ittmtr after Kppjmng.\\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. i, 2.\\nWake, arm divine awake,\\nEye 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\\nThus in her lonely hour\\nThy Church is fain to cry,\\nAs if Thy love and power\\nWere vanish d from her sky\\nYet God is there, and at His side\\nHe triumphs, Who for sinners died.\\nAh tis the world enthralls\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Epiphany. 65\\nAge would to youth return,\\nFarther from Heaven would be,\\nTo feel the wildfire 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 b\\nBeside the barren sea,\\nWhere Philip s steps were led,\\nLed by a voice from Thee\\nHe rose and went, nor ask d Thee why,\\nNor stay d to heave one faithless sigh\\nUpon his lonely way\\nThe high-born traveller came,\\nb See Acts viii. 26 40.\\nF", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "66 Fifth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nReading a mournful lay\\nOf One who bore our shame c\\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,\\nThen on their way rejoicing go.\\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,\\nc Isaiah liii. 6 8.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Epiphany. 67\\nStarting and turning pale\\nAt Rumour s angry din\\nXo 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 mayst thou duly learn\\nThe intercessors part,\\nThy prayers and tears may earn\\nFor fallen souls some healing breath,\\nEre they have died th Apostate s death.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": ".^ktjr J^mifrag after ^.pipjmnjr.\\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. i St. John iii. 2.\\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\\nOnly disperse the cloud, they cry,\\nAnd if our fate be death, give light and let us\\ndie d\\nUnwise I deem them, Lord, unmeet\\nTo profit by Thy chastenings sweet,\\nFor Thou wouldst 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.\\nd Bv Se aei kol\\\\ bXicraov.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Sixth Sunday after Epiphany, 69\\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\\nDearer than every past noon-day\\nThat twilight gleam to her, though faint and fa\\naway.\\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,", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "jo Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.\\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\\nW T ould have His weakest ever prove\\nOur tenderest care and most of all\\nOur frail immortal souls, His work and Satan s\\nthrall.\\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.\\nWhat is the heaven we idly dream\\nThe self-deceiver s dreary theme,", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Sixth Sunday after Epiphany. 71\\nA cloudless sun that softly shines,\\nBright maidens and unfailing vines,\\nThe warriors 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\\nso 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\\nbloom.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "72 Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.\\nThen on th incarnate Saviour s breast,\\nThe fount of sweetness, they shall rest,\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "J^epiua^stma; i^:un!tmg-\\nThe invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly\\nseen, being understood by the things that are made.\\nRoi7ians i. 20.\\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 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "74 Septuagesima Sunday.\\nThe Saviour lends the light and heat\\nThat crowns His holy hill\\nThe saints, like stars, around His seat,\\nPerform their courses still e\\nThe saints above are stars in Heaven\\nWhat are the saints on earth\\nLike trees they stand whom God has given f\\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.\\nThe dew of Heaven is like Thy grace g\\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.\\ne Daniel xii. 3. f Isaiah Ix. 21. s Psalm Ixviii. 9.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Septnagesima Sunday. 75\\nThe raging Fire h the roaring Wind,\\nThy boundless power display\\nBut in the gentler breeze we find\\nThy Spirit s viewless way 1\\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.\\nh Hebrews xii. 29. St. John iii. 8.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "hmQtmmvc igfmtirag.\\nSo He drove out the man and He 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 chap. vi.\\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,\\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,", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Sexagesi?iia Sunday. 77\\nNearest and loudest then of all\\nI seem to hear the Judge s call\\nWhere art thou, fallen man? come forth, and be\\nthou tried.\\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 even/ bower\\nSteal down like April dews, that softest fall and first.\\nIf filial and maternal love k\\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\\nforlorn.\\nIf blessed wedlock may not bless 1\\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\\nk In sorrow thou shalt bring forth children.\\n1 Thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "78 Sexagesima Sunday.\\nYet by the light of Christian lore\\nTis blind Idolatry no more,\\nBut a sweet help and pattern of true love,\\nShewing how best the soul may cling\\nTo her immortal Spouse and King,\\nHow He should rule, and she with full desire ap-\\nprove.\\nIf niggard Earth her treasures hide ni\\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 shew our lagging souls how glory must be\\nwon.\\nIf on the sinner s outward frame 11\\nGod hath impress d His mark of blame,\\nAnd e en our bodies shrink at touch of light,\\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.\\nm Cursed is the ground for thy sake.\\nn I was afraid, because I was naked.\\nThe Lord God made coats of skins, and clothed them.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Sexagesima Sunday. 79\\nAnd oh if yet one arrow more p\\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 shew 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.\\np Thou shalt surely die.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Shtirqtmgcsima j^umtmjr.\\nI do set My bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant\\nbetween Me and the earth. Genesis ix. 13.\\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,\\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 twelvemonth s thrall.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Quinqiiagesima Sunday. 81\\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 reveal d\\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", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "82 Qiiinquagesima Sunday.\\nWhat but the gentle rainbow s gleam,\\nSoothing the wearied sight,\\nThat cannot bear the solar beam,\\nWith soft undazzling light\\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 d\\nFrom the mild Son of Man.\\nThere, parted into rainbow hues,\\nIn sweet harmonious strife,\\nWe see celestial love diffuse\\nIts light o er Jesus life.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Quinquagesima Sunday. 83\\nGod, by His bow, vouchsafes to write\\nThis truth in Heaven above\\nAs every lovely hue is Light,\\nSo every grace is Love.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "When 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.\\nSt. Matthew vi. 17.\\nYes deep within and deeper yet\\nThe rankling shaft of conscience hide,\\nQuick let the swelling eye forget\\nThe tears that in the heart abide.\\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\\n9 Wherefore should they say among the people, Where is their God?\\nyoelii. 17.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Ash- Wednesday. 85\\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 1\\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.\\nBetween the porch and altar weep,\\nUnworthy of the holiest place,\\nYet 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "86 Ash- Wednesday.\\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, tmshelter d and unfed r\\nFar in the wild His steps were driven.\\nHigh thoughts were with Him in that hour,\\nUntold, unspeakable on earth\\nAnd who can stay the soaring power\\nOf spirits wean d from worldly mirth,\\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 1\\nr St. Matt. iv. i.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "\\\\E?Cxwt J^mtirag xn JMmt.\\nHaste thee, escape thither for I cannot do any thing till thou be come\\nthither. Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar.\\nGenesis xix. 22.\\nAngel of wrath why linger in mid air,\\nWhile the devoted city s cry\\nLouder and louder swells 1 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.\\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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "88 First Sunday in Lent.\\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 1\\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 provok d 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.\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "First Sunday in Le?it. 89\\nThus, by the merits of one righteous man,\\nThe Church, our Zoar, shall abide,\\nTill she abuse, so sore, her lengthen d span,\\nE en 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.\\nSweet is the smile of home the mutual look\\nWhen hearts are of each other sure\\nSweet all the joys that crowd the household nook,\\nThe haunt of all affections pure\\nYet in the world e en 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,\\nare lost.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "J fmtfr J mfrag m ~JMi.xt\\nAnd when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great and ex-\\nceeding bitter cry, and said unto his father, Bless me, even me also, O my\\nfather. Gen. xxvii. 34. (Compare Hebrews xii. 17. He found no place of\\nrepentance, though he sought it carefully with tears s\\nAnd is there in God s world so drear a place\\nWhere the loud bitter cry is rais d in vain\\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.\\ns The author earnestly hopes, that nothing in these stanzas will be under-\\nstood 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\\nobscurity with which Scripture has enveloped them. Esau s probation, as\\nfar as his birthright was concerned, was quite over when he uttered the cry\\nin the text. His despondency, therefore, is not parallel to any thing on this\\nside the grave.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday in Lent. 91\\nWill the storm hear the sailor s piteous cry 1\\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 1\\nOr will the thorns, that strew intemperance bed,\\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 the 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,\\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 1\\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, O Lord\\n1 Compare Bp. Butler s Analogy, pp. 54 64. ed. 1736.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "92 Second Sunday in Lent\\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 t\\nOur faded crown, despis d and flung aside,\\nShall on some brother s brow immortal bloom,\\nNo partial hand the blessing may misguide\\nNo flattering fancy change our Monarch s doom", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday in Lent. 93\\nHis righteous doom, that meek true-hearted Love\\nThe everlasting birthright should receive,\\nThe softest dews drop on her from above u\\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.\\na Genesis xxvii. 27, 28.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Jpljjirir j m ag in; ~JMimt\\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\\ntaketh from him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his spoils.\\nSt. Luke xi. 21. 22.\\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\\nwrong.\\nSo when the first-born of Thy foes\\nDead in the darkness lay,\\nWhen Thy rede em d at midnight rose\\nAnd cast their bonds away,\\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", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday in Lent. 95\\nA land that drinks the rain of Heaven at will,\\nWhose waters kiss the feet of many a vine-clad hill j\\nOft as they watch 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 household 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\\nFly from the old poetic fields x\\nYe Paynim shadows dark\\nImmortal Greece, dear land of glorious lays,\\nLo here the unknown God of thy unconscious\\npraise\\nWTiere each old poetic mountain\\nInspiration breath d around. Gray.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "g6 Third Sunday in Lent.\\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.\\nThere s not a strain to Memory deary,\\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\\nglows.\\nJ See Burns s Works, i. 293. Dr, Currie s edition.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Joseph 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.\\nThere stood no man with him, while Joseph made himself known unto his\\nbrethren. Gen. xlv. 1.\\nWhen Nature tries her finest touch,\\nWeaving her vernal wreath,\\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,\\nThe gazing eye no change can trace,\\nBut look away a little space,\\nThen turn, and, lo tis there.\\nH", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "98 Fourth Sunday hi Lent.\\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.\\nE en human Love will shrink from sight\\nHere in the coarse rude earth\\nHow then should rash intruding glance\\nBreak in upon her sacred trance\\nWho boasts a heavenly birth i\\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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday in Le?it. 99\\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.\\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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "ioo Fourth Sunday in Lent.\\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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why\\nthe bush is not burnt Exodiis iii. 3.\\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,\\nOne towering thorn 2 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.\\nz Seneh said to be a sort of Acacia.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "102 Fifth Sunday in Lent,\\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,\\nToss d 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\\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", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday in Lent 103\\n(And sure, tis worth an Angel s gaze,\\nTo see, throughout that dreary maze,\\nGod teaching love and fear\\nOh say, 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 seem a 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.\\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 cries have pierc d the cloud,\\nHe sees, He sees their wrong b\\na St. Mark ix. 49. t Exod. iii. 7, 8.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "i04 Fifth Sunday in Lent\\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\\nAll 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.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "^alm j^tutEmg.\\nAnd He answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold\\ntheir peace, the stones would immediately cry out.\\nSt. Luke xix. 40.\\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,)\\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 string,\\nHe hath chosen you, to lead\\nHis Hosannas here below\\nMount, and claim your glorious meed\\nLinger not with sin and woe.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "106 Palm Sunday.\\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.\\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 rhercy show,\\nIn vile things noble breath infusing", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Palm Sunday. 107\\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": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "$Mloyfo%% hdmt faster.\\nDoubtless Thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of us,\\nand Israel acknowledge us not. Isaiah lxiii. 16.\\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\\nE en 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 selfish sigh\\nOut of the bosom of His love He spares\\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.\\nc Iliad, vi. 429.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Monday before Easter. 109\\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,\\nE en 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 d\\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,\\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\\nand low\\nd In Passion-week, from Tuesday evening to Thursday evening during\\nwhich time Scripture seems to be nearly silent concerning our Saviour s\\nproceedings.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "no Monday before Easter.\\nOne heart-ennobling hour It may not be\\nTh unearthly thoughts have pass d from earth\\naway,\\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\\nhere.\\nThere is a spot within this sacred dale\\nThat felt Thee kneeling touch d Thy prostrate\\nbrow\\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,", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Monday before Easter. m\\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": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "jpttwairag hdaxn ^.asfer.\\nThey gave Him to drink wine mingled with myrrh but He\\nreceived it not. St Mark xv. 23.\\nu Fill 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\\nu This bed of anguish and His pale weak form\\nu Is 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. O awful in Thy woe\\nThe parching thirst of death\\nIs on Thee t and Thou triest", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Tuesday before Easter. 113\\nThe slumb rous 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 mayst 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.\\nO most entire and perfect sacrifice,\\nRenew d in every pulse\\nThat on the tedious Cross\\n1", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "H4 Tuesday before Easter.\\nTold the long hours of death, as, one by one,\\nThe life-strings of that tender heart gave way\\nE en 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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "^SOtrmsbair hefow JM^nsUx.\\nSaying, Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me\\nnevertheless not My will, but Thine, be done.\\nSt. Luke xxii. 42.\\nLord my God, do Thou Thy holy will\\nI will lie still\\n1 will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,\\nAnd break the charm,\\nWhich 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,\\nThough dearest hopes are faithless found,\\nAnd dearest hearts are bursting round.\\nCome, Resignation, spirit meek,\\nAnd let me kiss thy placid cheek,", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "n6 Wednesday before Easter.\\nAnd 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 6\\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.\\nOft in Life s stillest shade reclining,\\nIn Desolation unrepining,\\ne that 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) Lamb\\nfor ever. Bj Taylor, Holy Living, ch. xi. sect 3.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Wednesday before Easter, 117\\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 fumU 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.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "1 1 8 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.\\nO Father 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": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "At the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, and\\nI am come to shew thee for thou art greatly beloved therefore under-\\nstand the matter, and consider the vision. Da?iiel ix. 23.\\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 open f toward his darling west,\\nMourning the ruin d home he still must love\\nthe best.\\nOh for a love like Daniel s now,\\nTo wing to Heaven but one strong prayer\\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\\nblazonry.\\nf Daniel vi. 10.", "height": "4054", "width": "2582", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "120 Thursday before Easter.\\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 stedfast 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\\nE en 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 1 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 1\\nNay but in stedfast humbleness\\nKneel on to Him, who loves to bless\\nThe prayer that waits for Him; and trembling\\nstrive\\nTo keep the lingering flame in thine own breast alive.", "height": "4215", "width": "2605", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "Thursday before Easter, 121\\nDark frown d the future e en 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 g\\nElse had it bruis d too sore his tender heart\\nTo see God s ransom d world in wrath and flame\\ndepart.\\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 mayst feel the heavenly hand,\\nAnd in thy lot unharm d before thy Saviour stand 11\\ns Daniel xii. 13. See Bp. Ken s Sermon on the character of Daniel.\\nh Thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days. Daniel\\nxii. 13.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "i ,acrfr ^Hrifrag.\\nHe is despised and rejected of men.\\nIsaiah liii. 3.\\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 V\\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 death-bed calm.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Good Friday. 123\\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,\\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,\\nTheir idol w^orld 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.\\n1 Wisdom of Solomon xii. 9.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "124 Good Friday.\\nO 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,\\nO let my heart no further roam,\\nTis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears,\\nLong since O call Thy wanderer home\\nTo that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side,\\nWhere only broken hearts their sin and shame may\\nhide.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "faster ~Mfrk.\\nAs for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thy\\nprisoners out of the pit wherein is no water.\\nZechariah ix. n.\\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\\nWhether in Eden bowers Thy welcome voice\\nWake Abraham to rejoice,\\nOr in some drearier scene Thine eye controuls\\nThe thronging band of souls\\nThat, as Thy blood won earth, Thine agony\\nMight set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow\\nfree.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "126 Easter Eve.\\nWhere er Thou roam st, one happy soul, we know.\\nSeen at Thy side in woe k\\nWaits on Thy triumph 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,\\nEarth all refin d with bright supernal fires,\\nTinctur d with holy blood, and wing d with pure\\ndesires.\\nMeanwhile with every son and saint of Thine\\nAlong the glorious line,\\nSitting by turns beneath Thy sacred feet\\nWe ll hold communion sweet,\\nk St. Luke xxiii. 43.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Easter Eve, 127\\nKnow them by look and voice, and thank them all\\nFor helping us in thrall,\\nFor words of hope, and bright examples given\\nTo shew through moonless skies that there is light\\nin Heaven.\\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 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\\ntrue.\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "128 Easter Eve.\\nPrisoner of Hope thou art l look up and sing\\nIn hope of promis d spring.\\nAs in the pit his father s darling lay m\\nBeside the desert way,\\nAnd knew not how, but knew his God would save\\nE en from that living grave,\\nSo, buried with our Lord, we ll close our eyes\\nTo the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise.\\n1 Turn you to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope. Zechariak ix. 12.\\nm They took him, and cast him into a pit and the pit was empty,\\nthere was no water in it. Genesis xxxvii. 24.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "^.asffr ^IDajr.\\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\\nhere, but is risen. St. L tike xxiv. 5, 6.\\nOh day of days shall hearts set free\\nNo minstrel rapture find for thee?\\nThou art the Sun of other days,\\nThey shine by giving back thy rays\\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.\\nK", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "130 Easter Day.\\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\\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 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Easter Day. 131\\nYet e en 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.\\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 allow d,\\nWhen rous d from weeping o er His shroud,\\nBy His own calm, soul-soothing tone,\\nBreathing her name, as still His own", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "132 Easter Day.\\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": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "(flf^tftttmrr ire jlH.askr ~$$Titk.\\nOf a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons but in every\\nnation he that feareth Him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted\\nwith Him. Acts x. 34, 35.\\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 foretel,\\nWhat rocks she shall o erleap or rend,\\nHow far in Ocean s swell\\nHer freshening billows send\\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 um\\nReclining night and day,\\nMid reeds and mountain fern,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "134 Monday in Easter Week,\\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 J\\nE en so, the course 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.\\nThe while upon his terrac d roof\\nThe lov d Apostle to his Lord\\nIn silent thought aloof\\nFor heavenly vision soar d.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Monday in Easter Week. 135\\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.\\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.\\nWhat civic wreath for comrades sav d\\nShone ever with such deathless gleam,\\nOr when did perils brav d\\nSo sweet to veterans seem", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy\\nand did run to bring His disciples word.\\nSt. MattJiew xxviii. 8.\\nTO THE SNOW-DROP.\\nThou first-born of the year s delight,\\nPride of the dewy glade,\\nIn vernal green and virgin white,\\nThy vestal robes, array d\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in Easter Week. 137\\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 1\\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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "138 Tuesday in Easter Week.\\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\\nRevive our dying fires, to burn\\nHigh as her anthems soar,\\nAnd of our scholars let us learn\\nOur own forgotten lore.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "lUirsi J^mtfrag after faster.\\nSeemeth it but a small thing unto you, that the God of Israel hath separated\\nyou from the congregation of Israel, to bring you near to Himself?\\nNumbers xvi. 9.\\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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "140 First Sunday after Easter\\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 marshaird 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.\\nMy servant, let the world alone\\nSafe on the steps of Jesus throne\\nBe tranquil and be 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 V\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Easter. 141\\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.\\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", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "htorfij j^mtfrajr after ^H^asier.\\nH e hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the knowledge of the\\nMost High, which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling into a trance,\\nbut having his eyes open I shall see Him, but not now I shall behold\\nHim, but not nigh there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre\\nshall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy\\nall the children of Sheth. Numbers xxiv. 16, 17.\\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.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Easter. 143\\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 home s green walls, and on our church-\\nway path.\\nWe in the tents abide\\nWhich he at distance eyed\\nLike goodly cedars by the waters spread,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "144 Second Sunday after Easter,\\nWhile seven red altar-fires\\nRose up in wavy spires,\\nWhere on the mount he watch d his sorceries dark\\nand dread.\\nHe watch d till morning s ray\\nOn lake and meadow lay,\\nAnd willow-shaded streams, that silent sweep\\nAround the banner d lines,\\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\\nIn blessing only moves\\nAlas the world he loves\\nToo close around his heart her tangling veil hath\\nflung.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Easter. 145\\nSceptre and Star divine,\\nWho in Thine inmost shrine\\nHast made us worshippers, O claim Thine own\\nMore than Thy seers we know\\nO teach our love to grow\\nUp to Thy heavenly light, and reap what Thou\\nhast sown.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "Jp^jprfc ^tttttmg after JSE^nsttx.\\nA woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come but\\nas soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the\\nanguish, for joy that a man is born into the world. St. J0J171 xvi. 21.\\nWell may I guess and feel\\nWhy Autumn should be sad\\nBut vernal airs should sorrow heal,\\nSpring should be gay and glad\\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\\ndeath.\\nLike a bright veering cloud\\nGrey 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Third Sunday after Easter, 147\\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\\na 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\\nand praise.\\nNo need for her to weep\\nLike Thracian wives of yore,\\nSave when in rapture still and deep\\nHer thankful heart runs o er.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "14-3 Third Sunday after Easter.\\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": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "^Hflwrijj j^wttotg after ^Caster.\\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 de-\\npart, I will send Him unto you. St. John xvi. 7.\\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\\nTis good for you, that I should go,\\nYou lingering yet awhile below f\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "150 Fourth Sunday after Easter,\\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\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Fourth Su?iday after Easter. 151\\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 ev ning rainbow gleam d so fair\\nTo weary swains in parched 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 j\\nIn every heart that gives them room,\\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", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "152 Fourth Sunday after Easter.\\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\\nShouldst thou not need some mighty charm\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "liftlj j\u00c2\u00a7?mtimi) after JS^mhx.\\nROGATION SUNDAY.\\nAnd the Lord was very angry with Aaron to have destroyed him\\nand I prayed for Aaron also the same time.\\nDeut. ix. 20.\\nNow is there solemn pause in earth and heaven\\nThe Conqueror now\\nHis bonds hath riven,\\nAnd Angels wonder why He stays below\\nYet hath not man his lesson learn d,\\nHow endless love should be return d.\\nDeep 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "154 Fifth Sunday after Easter.\\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 n 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.\\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),\\nn Psalm cii. 7.\\nI fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as I fell down at\\nthe first. DetUeronomy ix. 25.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Easter. 155\\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 mould p\\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.\\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.\\np Exodus xxxii. 4.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "156 Fifth Sunday after Easter.\\nYet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,\\nIn act to break q\\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.\\n1 Exodus xxii. 19.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "Why stand ye gazing up into Heaven This same Jesus, which is taken up\\nfrom you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him\\ngo into Heaven. Acts i. n.\\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\\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,\\nOr lawless roam around this earthly waste.\\nChains of my heart, avaunt I say\\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 the uncumber d sight,\\nHeaven will overcome th attraction of my birth,\\nAnd I shall sink in yonder sea of light", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "158 Ascension Day.\\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 sky\\nAnd shall our dreams of music bar our ear\\nTo His soul-piercing voice for ever nigh\\nNay, gracious Saviour but as now\\nOur thoughts have trac d Thee to Thy glory-\\nthrone,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Ascension Day. 159\\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,\\nx But such as lifts the new-created heart,\\nAge after age, in worthier love and praise.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "j^frmfcag after J^LuariBxan.\\nAs every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one\\nto another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.\\ni St. Peter iv. 10.\\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\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "Sunday after Ascension. 161\\nLargely Thou givest, gracious Lord,\\nLargely Thy gifts should be restor d\\nFreely Thou givest, and Thy word\\nIs, Freely give r\\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\\nE en so, in silence, likest Thee,\\nSteals on soft-handed Charity,\\nTempering her gifts, that seem so free,\\nBy time and place,\\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,\\nr St. Matthew x. 8.\\nM", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "1 62 Sunday after Ascension,\\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 shews 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,\\nSuch incense as of right belongs\\nTo the true shrine,\\nWhere stands the Healer of all wrongs\\nIn light divine", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "Sunday after Ascension, 163\\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 appal,\\nAnd sinners save.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "^irjjilstttttmir.\\nAnd suddenly there came a sound from Heaven as of a rushing mighty wind,\\nand it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared\\nunto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.\\nAnd they were all filled with the Holy Ghost Acts il 2 4.\\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\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "Whitsunday. 165\\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.\\nNor doth the outward ear alone\\nAt that high warning start\\nConscience gives back th appalling tone\\nTis echoed in the heart.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "1 66 Whitsunday.\\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": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all\\nthe earth and they left off to build the city. Genesis xi. 8.\\nSince all that is not Heaven 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 gaint 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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "1 68 Monday in Whitsun-Week.\\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 8\\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\\nWith half-clos d 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.\\n8 See 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.\\nDaniel vii. 4.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "Monday hi Whitsun-Week. 169\\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 1\\nThat vision is gone by.\\nQuench d is the golden statue s ray u\\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.\\nThrice only since, with blended might\\nThe nations on that haughty height\\nHave met to scale the Heaven\\nu Daniel ii. and iii.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "170 Monday in Whitsun-Week.\\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 keen*\\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,\\nAnd the pure language of His love 7\\nAll tongues of men shall tune.\\nx Daniel vii. 5, 6.\\ny Then will I turn to the people a pure language, that they may all call\\nupon the name of the Lord, to serve Him with one consent. Zephaniah iii. 9.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "Monday in Whitsun-Week. 171\\nNor let Ambition heartless mourn\\nWhen Babel s very ruins burn,\\nHer high desires may breathe\\nO ercome thyself, and thou mayst share\\nWith Christ His Father s throne 2 and wear\\nThe world s imperial wreath.\\n1 To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with Me in My throne.\\nRevelation iii. 21.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "When He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before them,\\nSt John x. 4.\\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.\\nI journey, yet no step is won\\nAlas the weary course I run\\nLike sailors shipwreck 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 couldst 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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in V,J:itsun-Week. 173\\nYet ere thy craven spirit faints.\\nHear thine own King, the King 0: Saints\\nThough thou wert toiling in the grave,\\nTis He can cheer thee. He can save.\\nHe is th eternal mirror bright,\\nWhere Angels vie the Fathir s light.\\nAnd yet in Him the simplest swain\\nMay read his homely lessen plain.\\nEarly to quit His h:me on earth,\\nAnd claim His high celestial birth,\\nAlone with His true Father found\\nWithin the temple s selemn round\\nYet in meek dun- to abide\\nFor many a year at Mary s side,\\nXor heed, though reckless spirits ask.\\n-What, hath the Christ forgot His task\\nConscious Deity within,\\nTo bow before an heir of sin.\\nWith folded arms on humble breast,\\nEv His own servant wash d ana blest", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "174 Tuesday in Whitsun-Week.\\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\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "Tuesday in Whitsun-Week. 175\\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,\\nWhom in her list she now enrolls,\\nAnd gird ye for your high emprize\\nBy these her thrilling minstrelsies.\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall\\nye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things\\nSt. John iii. 12.\\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 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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "Trinity Sunday. 177\\nBy glimpses such as dreamers love\\nThrough her grey veil the leafless grove\\nShews 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\\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.\\nN", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "178 Trinity Sunday.\\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\\nOr how shall envious brethren own\\nA Brother on th eternal throne,\\nTheir Father s joy, their hope alone?\\nHow shall Thy Spirit s gracious wile\\nThe sullen brow of gloom beguile,\\nThat frowns on sweet Affection s smile", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "Trinity Simday. 179\\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", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "^Mirst j^mtircjj nikx Jpirmtto.\\nSo Joshua smote all the country, and all their kings he left\\nnone remaining. Joshua x. 40.\\nWhere is the land with milk and honey flowing,\\nThe promise of our God, our fancy s theme\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "First Sunday after Trinity. 181\\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\\nAnd daily as we downward glide,\\nLife s ebbing stream on either side\\nShews at each turn some mould ring 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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "warti* Mtnrtimvf afkr Jplrimig.\\nMarvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you. We know that we have\\npassed from death unto life, because we love the brethren.\\ni 67. Jokti iii. 13, 14.\\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 1\\nTo Fancy s eye their motions prove\\nThey mantle round the Sun for love.\\nWhen up some woodland dale we catch\\nThe many-twinkling smile a 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.\\nTTOVTLOiV re KVfJLOLTUiV\\navyjpL0fiov ye\\\\a rna iEschyl. Prom. I", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Trinity. 183\\nWouldst thou the life of souls discern\\nNor human wisdom nor divine\\nHelps thee by aught beside to learn;\\nLo ve 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.\\nE en 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "184 Second Sunday after Trinity.\\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\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "Second Sunday after Trinity, 185\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "Jpljrirfr jigftmimg after JjKorctjj.\\nThere is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner\\nthat repenteth. St. Luke xv. 10.\\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,\\nThe leaves that rustle near us seem to tell\\nOur heart s sad secret to the silent air.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "Third Simday after Trinity. 187\\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 VI\\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\\nTo adore the Father of all gentle lights 1\\nIf such there be, O grief and shame to think\\nThat sight of thee should overcloud their joy,\\nA new-born soul, just waiting on the brink\\nOf endless life, yet wrapt in earth s annoy\\nO turn, 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "1 88 Third Sunday after Trinity.\\nLet it flow on, till all thine earthly heart\\nIn penitential drops have ebb d away,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "Hvomilr j^mttrair zfttx Jflltrimitf.\\nFor the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of\\nthe sons of God. For the creature was made subject to vanity, not wil-\\nlingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same in hope, because\\nthe creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption\\ninto the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the\\nwhole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. Romans\\nviii. 19 22.\\nIt was not then a poet s dream,\\nAn idle vaunt of song,\\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,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "190 Fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\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\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday after Trinity. 191\\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\\nE en 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,\\nUpbore whate er of good and wise\\nYet liv d in bard or sage", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "192 Fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\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 1", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "Fourth Sunday afte? Trinity. 193\\nThe God Who hallow d thee and blest,\\nu Pronouncing thee all good\\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 F\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "^Mxftlj j rafrag after Jplrimig.\\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\\nnet. And when they had this done, they inclosed a great multitude of\\nfishes and their net brake. St Luke v. 5, 6.\\nThe live-long night we ve toil d 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,\\nThey muse, whom God hath set to seek\\nThe souls His Christ hath bought.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Trinity. 195\\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", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "196 Fifth Sunday after Trinity,\\nAt morn we look, and nought is there\\nSad dawn of cheerless day\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "Fifth Sunday after Trinity. 197\\nTo our own nets b ne er bow we down,\\nLest on the eternal shore\\nThe angels, while our draught they own c\\nReject us evermore\\nOr, if for our unworthiness\\nToil, prayer, and watching fail,\\nIn disappointment Thou canst bless,\\nSo love at heart prevail.\\nb They sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense unto their drag. Habak-\\nkuk i. 16.\\nc St. Matthew xiii. 49.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "f mi\\\\ j\u00c2\u00a75tttttra|r afte JplrmHg.\\nDavid said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord. And Nathan said\\nunto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin thou shalt not die.\\n2 Samuel -xii. 13.\\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.\\nThese are Thy wonders, hourly wrought d\\nThou Lord of time and thought,\\nLifting and lowering souls at will,\\nCrowding a world of good or ill\\nInto a moment s vision e en 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.\\nd See Herbert s Poems, p. 160.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "Sixth Sunday after Trinity. 199\\nWouldst thou the pangs of guilt assuage 1\\nLo here an open page,\\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 e\\nAs Israel s crowned mourner felt\\nThe dull hard stone w T ithin 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.\\ne And all this leafless and uncolour d scene\\nShall flush into variety again. CowJ er.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "200 Sixth Sunday after Trinity.\\nThe rock is smitten, and to future years\\nSprings ever fresh the tide of holy tears f\\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 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.\\nf The fifty-first Psalm.\\ns Psalm 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "Mttbmfy J^tmfrair after Jplrmftg,\\nFrom whence can a man satisfy these men with bread here in the\\nwilderness 67. Mark viii. 4.\\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, twixt thee and noon-day\\nlight.\\nAnd far below, Gennesaret s main\\nSpreads many a mile of liquid plain,\\n(Though all seem gathered in one eager bound,)\\nThen narrowing cleaves yon palmy lea,\\nTowards that deep sulphureous sea,\\nWhere five proud cities lie, by one dire sentence\\ndrown 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 e en now thine hour is come.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "202 Seventh Sunday after Triiiity.\\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\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "Seventh Sunday after Trinity. 203\\nSeen daily, yet unmark d before,\\nEarth s common paths are strewn all o er\\nWith flowers of pensive hope, the wreath of man\\nforgiven.\\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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "i%\\\\{\\\\ J^trafrag after Jplrtraig.\\nIt is the man of God, who was disobedient unto the word of the Lord.\\ni Kings xiii. 26.\\nProphet of God, arise and take\\nWith thee the words of wrath divine,\\nThe scourge of Heaven, to shake\\nO er yon apostate shrine.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "Eighth Sunday after Trinity. 205\\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 h\\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\\nO forward step and lingering will\\nO lov d and warn d in vain\\nAnd wilt thou perish still\\nh Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion they, they are\\nthy lot. Isaiah lvii. 6.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "206 Eighth Sunday after Trinity.\\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": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "^Slinilj J^hmbag after Jp^nmijr,\\nAnd after the earthquake a fire but the Lord was not in the fire and after\\nthe fire a still small voice, i Kings xix. 12.\\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\\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\\nE en as my fathers did for what am I\\nThat I should stand, where they have vainly\\nstriven?", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "2o8 Ninth Sunday after Trinity.\\nPerhaps our God may of our conscience ask,\\nWhat doest thou here, frail wanderer from thy\\ntask?\\nWhere hast thou left those few sheep in the\\nwild 1\\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 defiTd\\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\\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.\\ni Samuel xvii. 28.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "Ninth Sunday after Trinity. 209\\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 there hearts and eyes\\nThat day by day in prayer like thine arise\\nThou knoVst them not, but their Creator knows.\\nGo, to the world return, nor fear to cast\\nThy bread upon the waters, sure at last k\\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.\\nk Ecclesiastes xi. i.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "JpUitijr jgSutt arr after Jplrmifg.\\nAnd when He was come near, He beheld the city, and wept over it\\nSt Luke xix. 41.\\nWhy doth my Saviour weep\\nAt sight of Sion s bowers\\nShews it not fair from yonder steep,\\nHer gorgeous crown of towers\\nMark well His holy pains\\nTis not in pride or scorn,\\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 1\\n1 Compare Herod, vii. 46.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "Tenth Sunday after Trinity. 211\\nOr doth He feel the Cross\\nAlready in His heart,\\nThe pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss\\nFeel e en His God depart 1\\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,\\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, e en thou,\\n(C At 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "212 Tenth Sunday after Trinity.\\nAnd doth the Saviour weep\\nOver His people s sin,\\nBecause we will not let Him keep\\nThe souls He died to win 1\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "^.leiMntfy J^mtbag after Jptritiiig.\\nIs it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, and oliveyards, and\\nvineyards, and sheep, and oxen, and menservants, and maidservants\\n2 Kings v. 26.\\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 i\\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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "214 Eleventh Sunday after Trinity.\\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.\\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,", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "Eleventh Sunday after Trinity. 215\\nToo happy if, that dreadful day,\\nThy life be given thee for a prey m\\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 erewhile,\\nAnd bless the pangs that made thee see\\nThis was no world of rest for thee\\nm The Lord saith thus Behold, that which I have built will I break\\ndown, and that which I have planted I will pluck up, even this whole\\nland. And seekest thou great things for thyself? seek them not for,\\nbehold, I will bring evil upon all flesh, saith the Lord but thy life will\\nI give unto thee for a prey in all places whither thou goest. Jeremiah\\nxlv. 4, 5.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "JjPfoelftlf j^mttrag after Jptrmttg,\\nAnd looking up to Heaven, He sighed, and sailh unto him, Eph-\\nphatha, that is, Be opened. St. Mark vii. 34.\\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\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "Twelfth Sunday after Trinity. 217\\nOverwhelming 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 th autumnal blast V\\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 e en in healing cloudless shine.\\nNo eye but His might ever bear\\nTo gaze all down that drear abyss,\\nBecause none ever saw so clear\\nThe shore beyond of endless bliss\\nThe giddy waves so restless huiTd,\\nThe vex d pulse of this feverish world,\\nHe views and counts with steady sight\\nUs d to behold the Infinite.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "218 Twelfth Sunday after Trinity.\\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.\\nFrom worldly strife, from mirth unblest,\\nDrowning Thy music in the breast/\\nFrom foul reproach, from thrilling fears,\\nPreserve, good Lord, Thy servants ears.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "Twelfth Sunday after Trinity. 219\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "jpijjteUMjfjjr j mimg after JpErmtttf.\\nAnd He turned Him unto His disciples, and said privately, Blessed are\\nthe eyes which see the things that ye see for I tell you, that many\\nprophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and\\nhave not seen them and to hear those things which ye hear, and have\\nnot heard them. St, Ltike x. 23, 24,\\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\\nSo, separate from the world, his breast\\nMight duly take and strongly keep\\nThe print of Heaven, to be express d\\nEre long on Sion s steep n\\nn See that thou make all things according to the pattern shewed to thee in\\nthe mount. Hebrews viii. 5.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. 221\\nThere one by one his spirit saw\\nOf things divine the shadows bright,\\nThe pageant of God s perfect law\\nYet felt not full delight.\\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.\\nShew me Thy glory, gracious Lord\\nTis Thee, he cries, not Thine, I seek\\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\\nThe holiest creature, dares aspire\\nTo the Creator s love.\\nExodus xxxiif. 18.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "222 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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 p\\nWho blindly self or sense adore\\nElse wherefore leaving your own bliss\\nStill restless ask ye more i\\nThis witness bore the saints of old\\nWhen highest rapt and favour d most,\\nStill seeking precious things untold,\\nNot in fruition lost.\\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.\\np Pensees de Pascal, part i. art. viii.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. 223\\nVainly they tried the deeps to sound\\nE en 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 q\\nOr perfect might they be.\\nThe rays of the Almighty s face\\nNo sinner s eye might then receive\\nOnly the meekest man found grace r\\nTo see His skirts and live.\\nBut we as in a glass espy\\nThe glory of His countenance,\\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.\\nq That they without us should not be made perfect Heb. xi. 40.\\nr Exodus xxxiii. 20 23.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "224 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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 d.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "~W,avaUtnib J^fattbag afkr ^ximtv.\\nAnd Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed but where are the\\nnine There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this\\nstranger. 67. Luke xvii. 17, 18.\\nTen cleans d, and only one remain\\nWho would have thought our nature s stain\\nWas dyed so foul, so deep in grain\\nE en 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,\\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,\\nQ", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "226 Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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\\nNor surer would the blessing prove\\nOf humbled hearts, that own Thy love,\\nShould choral welcome from above\\nVisit our senses plain", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity. 227\\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 wouldst be blest,\\nOn thee alone My blessing rest\\nRise, go thy way in peace, possess d\\nFor evermore of Me.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "Hftftoijj J mfrag ntttx Jplrmitg.\\nConsider the lilies of the field, how they grow.\\nSt. Matthew vi. 28.\\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,\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity, 229\\nBut cheerful and unchanged 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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "230 Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "j^ibtaih j^ttttbag after Jplrmrig.\\nI desire that ye faint not at my tribulations for you, which is your\\nglory. Ephesiaiis iii. 13.\\nWish not, dear friends, my pain away\\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 1\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "232 Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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,\\nLook to the Cross, and thou shalt see\\nHow thou mayst 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 cannot do as Thou hast done.\\nWe cannot 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity. 233\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "Every man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in his heart\\nand putteth the stumbling-block of his iniquity before his face, and\\ncometh to the Prophet I the Lord will answer him that cometh ac-\\ncording to the multitude of his idols. Ezekiel xiv. 4.\\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\\nMindful of that sad vision, which in thought s\\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\\ns Ezekiel viii. 3.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. 235\\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 u\\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%\\nAnd mark her chiefs yon orient sun adore y\\nYet turn thee, son of man for worse than these\\nThou must behold thy loathing were but lost\\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.\\n4 1 Kings viii. 5. B Ezekiel viii. 10.\\nEzekiel viii. 14. J Ibid. viii. 16.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "236 Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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 ail\\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\\nborn]\\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 mightst thou in Jehovah s fane\\nOffer thy love and tears to Thammuz slain.\\nTurn thee from these, or dare not to enquire\\nOf Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath\\nHe hear and answer thine unblest desire", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. 237\\nFar better we should cross His lightning s path\\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 f\\nTeach us to love, with Christ, our sole true bliss,\\nElse, though in Christ s own words, we surely pray\\namiss.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "I 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\\nwilderness of the land of Egypt, so will I plead with you, saith the\\nLord God. Ezekiel xx. 35, 36.\\nIt is so ope thine eyes, and see\\nWhat view st thou all around i\\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.\\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.\\nz Revelation xii. 14.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "Eighteenth Sunday after Tn7iity. 239\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "240 Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity. 241\\nVain thought, that shall not be at all a\\nRefuse we or obey,\\nOur ears have heard th 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.\\nBring all our wandering fancies home,\\nFor Thou hast every spell,\\nAnd mid the heathen where they roam,\\nThou knowest, Lord, too well.\\na That which cometh into your mind shall not be at all, that ye say, We\\nwill be as the heathen, as the families of the countries, to serve wood and\\nstone. Ezekiel-K-x.. 32.\\nR", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "242 Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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,\\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": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "y^mttwxfy j^mtbag after Jplrmifg.\\nThen Nebuchadnezzar the king was astonied, and rose up in haste, and spake,\\nand said unto his counsellors, Did not we cast three men bound into the\\nmidst of the fire They answered and said unto the king, True, O king.\\nHe answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of\\nthe fire, and they have no hurt and the form of the fourth is like the Son\\nof God. Daniel iii. 24, 25.\\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,\\nFraught with a spell no angels know,\\nHis steps to guide, his soul to shield 1\\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,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "244 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity.\\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,\\nE en 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\\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\\nb As it had been a moist whistling wind. Song of the Three Children,\\nver. 27.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity. 245\\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 stedfast 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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "Jplfomtietj* J mfrajj after Jplmttfg,\\nHear ye, O mountains, the Lord s controversy, and ye strong founda-\\ntions of the earth. Micah vi. 2.\\nWhere is Thy favour d haunt, eternal Voice,\\nThe region of Thy choice,\\nWhere, undisturb d by sin and earth, the soul\\nOwns Thy 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\\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,", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "Twentieth Sunday after Trinity. 247\\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 shouldst faint or stray\\nWhat was the promise made to thee alone 1\\nArt thou th excepted one 1\\nAn heir of glory without grief or pain\\nO vision false and vain\\nThere lies thy cross beneath it meekly bow\\nIt fits thy stature now\\nW T ho scornful pass it with averted eye,\\nTwill crush them by-and-by.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "248 Twentieth Sunday after Trinity,\\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,\\nu So all God does, if rightly understood,\\nShall work thy final good.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "J^btfttfg-ftrst J^fimbag after Jpelrimfj.\\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\\nnot tarry. H abakkuk ii. 3.\\nThe morning mist is clear d away,\\nYet still the face of heaven is grey,\\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,\\nIn thee, and in this quiet mead,\\nThe lesson of sweet peace I read,\\nRather in all to be resigned 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "250 Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity.\\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,\\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\\nc It shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear, nor\\ndark. Zechariah xiv. 6.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "Twenty-first Sunday after Tri?iity. 251\\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: TJie expression, calm decay is borrowed from a friend; by whose\\nkind permissioji the following stanzas are here inserted.\\nTO THE RED-BREAST.\\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 even-tide,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "jp^tomtg-sjemnfr j^fartirag after JpErinitjr.\\nLord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him\\nSt. Matthew xviii. 21.\\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,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity. 253\\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 sunbright 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 pard ning Cross He calls,\\nO spare as I have spar d V\\nBy our own niggard rule we try\\nThe hope to suppliants given\\nWe mete out love, as if our eye\\nSaw to the end of heaven.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "254 Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity,\\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 resign d them all, to earn\\nThe bliss of pardoning thee.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "^Ite^nfg-tMrtr J^fanfrog after Jptrimfr^\\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.\\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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "256 Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity,\\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\\nOn lofty steed, or loftier prow, we dart\\nO er wave or field yet breezes laugh to scorn", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity. 257\\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\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWho but would follow, might he break his chain 1\\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 sprang 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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "The heart knoweth his own bitterness and a stranger doth not\\nintermeddle with his joy. Proverbs xiv. 10.\\nWhy should we faint and fear to live alone,\\nSince all alone, so Heaven has will d, we die d\\nNor e en the tenderest heart, and next our own,\\nKnows half the reasons why we smile and sigh\\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.\\nd Je mourrai seul. Pascal.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. 259\\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.\\nSo too rnay 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,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "260 Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity.\\nAnd raise new worlds, where happy fancies rove,\\nForgetting quite this grosser world of sin.\\nBright are their dreams, because their thoughts are\\nclear,\\nTheir memory cheering but th earth stain d\\nspright,\\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 e\\nNo stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild\\nNor could we bear to think, how every line\\nOf us, Thy darken d likeness and defil d,\\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.\\ne Thou hast known my soul in adversities. Psalm xxxi. 7.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "Jjlfltaig-fifilj jSTttttirajr after Jptrawigr.\\nThe hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of\\nrighteousness. Proverbs xvi. 31.\\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.\\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", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "262 Twenty -fifth Sunday after Trinity.\\nPride of the dewy morning\\nThe swain s experienced 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.\\nE en 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\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThese do not please him best.\\nBut voices low and gentle,\\nAnd timid glances shy,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. 263\\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 saintlike brows so hoary\\nShall wear it in the sky.\\nNo smile is like the smile of death,\\nWhen all good musings past\\nRise wafted with the parting breath,\\nThe sweetest thought the last.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "j^mtimtr mxt hrfatz J^Cb-Jbrjent.\\nGather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost\\n67. John vi. 12.\\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 toss d,\\nJust ere he sink for ever lost,\\nThe sailor s untried arms are cross d\\nIn agonizing prayer, will Ocean cease her strife\\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 mis-spent\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "Sunday next before Advent. 265\\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,\\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 fires\\nOn every hill began to blaze,\\nLightening the world with glad amaze,\\nWho but must kindle while they gaze 1\\nBut faster than she soars, our earth-bound Fancy tires.\\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\\nbear", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "266 Sunday next before Advent.\\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\\nparts.\\nIs it, Christ s light is too divine,\\nWe dare not hope like Him to shine\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "Sunday next before Advent. 267\\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\\nr For 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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "He first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him, We have\\nfound the Messias And he brought him to Jesus.\\n.9/. John i. 41, 42.\\nWhen brothers part for manhood s race,\\nWhat gift may most endearing prove\\nTo keep fond memory in her place,\\nAnd certify a brother s love 1\\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.\\nE en 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "Sf. Andrew s Day. 269\\nWho art thou, that wouldst grave thy name\\nThus deeply in a brother s heart 1\\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 happy 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,\\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,\\nTill, like twin stars, with even pace,\\nEach lucid course be duly sped.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "270 St Andrew s Day.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "ft. Jp[(pmas ^IDaj).\\nThomas, because thou hast seen Me, thou hast believed blessed are they\\nthat have not seen, and yet have believed. St. John xx. 29.\\nWe were not by when Jesus came f\\nBut round us, far and near,\\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\\nLord.\\nSlowly, as then, His bounteous hand\\nThe golden chain unwinds,\\nDrawing to Heaven with gentlest band\\nWise hearts and loving minds.\\nf Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them when\\nJesus came. St. John xx. 24.\\ns When they saw Him, they worshipped Him: but some doubted. St.\\nMatthew xxviii. 17.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "272 St. Thomas^ Day.\\nLove sought Him first at dawn of morn h\\nFrom her sad couch she sprang forlorn,\\nShe sought to weep with Thee alone,\\nAnd saw Thine open grave, and knew that Thou\\nwert gone.\\nReason and Faith at once set out 1\\nTo search the Saviour s tomb\\nFaith faster runs, but waits without,\\nAs fearing to presume,\\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.\\nh St. Mary Magdalene s visit to the sepulchre.\\nSt. Peter and St John.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "St. Thomas Day. 273\\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,\\nWho once to Emmaus took their way,\\nHalf darkling, till their Master shed\\nHis glory on their souls, made known in breaking\\nbread.\\nThus, ever brighter and more bright,\\nOn those He came to save\\nThe Lord of new-created light\\nDawn d gradual from the grave\\nTill pass d th enquiring day-light 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,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "274 Thomas Day.\\nSuccessive made His witnesses that hour,\\nCease not in all the world to shew His 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\\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.\\nFor ail 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 shew thee all His wounds, and say,\\nLong have I known thy name k know thou My\\nface alway.\\nk In Exodus xxxiii. 17, God says to Moses, I know thee by name\\nmeaning, I bear especial favour towards thee. Thus our Saviour speaks\\nto St. Thomas by name in the place here referred to.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "jpijji (MonhtxBxon of M L y^wal\\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.\\nThe mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,\\nBroods o er the hazy, twinkling air\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "276 The Conversion of St. Paul.\\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\\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 V\\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 1\\nAnd pass d Thee with unheeding eye\\nGreat God of judgment, say\\n1 St. Matthew xxv. 44.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "The Conversion of St. Paul. 277\\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.\\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 be\\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,\\nNot willing ye should be bereft\\nOf waiting on your Lord.\\nThe meanest offering ye can make\\nA drop of water for love s sake\u00e2\u0084\u00a2,\\nIn Heaven, be sure, is stor d.\\nm St. Matthew x. 42.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "278 The Conversion of St. Paul.\\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\\nChristians behold your happy state\\nChrist is in these, who round you wait\\nMake much of your dear Lord", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.\\nSt. Matthew v.\\nBless d are the pure in heart,\\nFor they shall see our God,\\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 down.\\nYe rulers of the earth\\nThis, this is He; your Priest by grace,\\nYour God and King by birth.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "280 The Purification.\\nNo pomp of earthly guards\\nAttends with sword and spear,\\nAnd all-defying, dauntless look,\\nTheir monarch s way to clear\\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 undenl 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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "The Purification. 281\\nMeet emblem of His vow,\\nWho, on this happy day,\\nHis dove-like soul best sacrifice-\\nDid on God s altar lay.\\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\\nu Tis 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, she\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "282 The Purification.\\nWide open from that hour\\nThe temple gates are set,\\nAnd still the saints rejoicing there\\nThe holy Child have met.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "Wherefore of these men which have companied with us all the time that the\\nLord Jesus went in and out among us, beginning from the baptism of\\nJohn, unto 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.\\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\\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 unharrn d with sin and fear.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "284 St. Matthias* Day.\\nBut who can e er suffice\\nWhat mortal for this more than angels 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, wouldst aye with her endure,\\nTill earth to Heaven be purified.\\nThou art her only spouse,\\nWhose arm supports her, on Whose faithful breast\\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 undefil d.\\nWho then, uncall d by Thee,\\nDare touch Thy spouse, Thy very self below\\nOr who dare count him summon d worthily,\\nExcept Thine hand and seal he show 1", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "St. Matthias Day. 285\\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 1\\nThen fearless walk we forth,\\nYet full of trembling, Messengers of God\\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, O help us in our parts,\\nElse helpless found, to learn and teach Thy\\nlove.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "Jptjxe jj^LtimMmixon of t\\\\t ^^Imua\\n~W^xxQin ^lutix.\\nAnd the Angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly\\nfavoured, the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women.\\n67. Luke i. 28.\\nOh Thou who deign st to sympathize\\nWith all our frail and fleshly ties,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "The Annunciation. 287\\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, O 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\\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 shamed His Mother s kiss,\\nNor cross d her fondest prayer", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "The Annunciation,\\nE en 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 Archangels dream,\\nWhen first on thee with tenderest gleam\\nThy new-born Saviour smil d\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "The Annunciation. 289\\nBless d is the womb that bare Him bless d 11\\nThe bosom where His lips were press d,\\nBut rather bless d are they\\nWho hear His word and keep it well,\\nThe living homes where Christ shall dwell,\\nAnd never pass away.\\nSt. Luke xi. 27, 28.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "ft. @Ml ark s ag.\\nAnd the conterxtion was so sharp between them, that they departed asunder\\none from the other. A cts xv. 39.\\nCompare 2 Timothy iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee for he is\\nprofitable to me for the ministry.\\nOh who shall dare in this frail scene\\nOn holiest happiest thoughts to lean,\\nOn Friendship, Kindred, or on Love\\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 e en as those mysterious Four,\\nWho the bright whirling wheels upbore\\nBy Chebar in the fiery blast\\nThey turned not when they went they went every one straight forward.\\nEzekieli. 9.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "St. Mark s Day. 291\\nSo, on their tasks of love and praise\\nThe saints of God their several ways\\nRight onward speed, yet join at last.\\nAnd sometimes e en beneath the moon\\nThe Saviour gives a gracious boon,\\nWhen reconciled Christians meet,\\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 th eternal day", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": ")t ^jnlij? mtb M t. JrumtB.\\nLet the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted but the rich,\\nin that he is made low. St. James i. 9, 10.\\nDear is the morning gale of spring,\\nAnd dear th autumnal eve\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "Sf. Philip and St. James. 293\\nO shame 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,\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "294 St. Philip and St. James.\\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 practise there the soothing lay\\nThat sorrow best relieves\\nThankful for all God takes away,\\nHumbled by all He gives.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "VLxnnhus.\\nThe son of consolation, a Levite.\\nActs iv. 36.\\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\\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 fleet-\\ning 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "296 Sf. Barnabas.\\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\\ncalms,\\nOf holy offerings timely paid p\\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 q\\nFor mutual love without alloy\\np Having land, sold it, and brought the money, and laid it at the Apostles\\nfeet. Acts iv. 37.\\n1 Barnabas took him, and brought him (Saul) to the Apostles. Acts ix. 27.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "Sf. Barnabas. 297\\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\\nglow d.\\nO happy spirits, mark d by God and man\\nTheir messages of love to bear r\\nWhat though long since in Heaven your brows\\nbegan\\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.\\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 borne with smiles,\\nOr lighten d secretly by Love s endearing wiles\\nr Acts xi. 22 xiii. 2.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "298 Sf. Barnabas,\\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": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "i Jrvfyn baptist s ^XDag.\\nBehold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great\\nand dreadful day of the Lord and he shall turn the heart of the fathers to\\nthe children, and the heart of the children to their fathers.\\nMalachi iv. 5, 6.\\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,\\nThe herald star,\\nWhose torch 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "300 St. John Baptisfs Day.\\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,\\nStar of our morn,\\nWho yet unborn 8\\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.\\n8 The Babe leaped in my womb for joy. St. Luke i. 44.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "St. John Baptist s Day. 301\\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\\nThe much-enduring wisdom, sought\\nBy lonely prayer the haunted rocks among\\nWho counts it gain*\\nHis light should wane,\\nSo the whole world to Jesus throng 1\\nThou Spirit, who the Church didst lend\\nHer eagle wings, to shelter in the wild u\\nWe pray Thee, ere the Judge descend,\\nWith flames like these, all bright and undefil d,\\nHer watch-fires light,\\nTo guide aright\\nOur weary souls, by earth beguil d.\\n1 He must increase, but I must decrease. St. John iii. 3a\\nu Revelation xii. 14.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "302 St. John Baptist s Day.\\nSo glorious let Thy Pastors shine,\\nThat by their speaking lives the world may learn\\nFirst filial duty, then divine x\\nThat sons to parents, all to Thee may turn\\nAnd ready prove\\nIn fires of love,\\nAt sight of Thee, for aye to burn.\\nHe shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the\\nchildren to their fathers. Malachi iv. 6.\\nTo turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient to\\nthe wisdom of the just to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.\\nSi. Luke i. 17.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "^t iter s xv.\\nWhen Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter was\\nsleeping. A cts xii. 6.\\nThou thrice denied, yet thrice belov d\\nWatch by Thine own forgiven friend\\nIn sharpest perils faithful prov d,\\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.\\nJ St. John xxi. 15 17.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "304 St. Peter s Day.\\nHe loves and weeps 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 2 Thy call\\nTo win him to himself and Thee,\\nSweetening the sorrow of his fall\\nWhich else were rued too bitterly.\\nE en 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 take,\\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 nourish d with His blood\\nz St. Luke xxii. 61.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "St. Peters Day. 305\\nThen laid on him th inverted tree.\\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 through th eternal gates,\\nTo his sweet home so nearly won,\\nHe seems, as by the door he waits,\\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 the Tyrant s voice\\nCalls to that last of glorious deeds\\nBut as he rises to rejoice,\\nNot Herod but an Angel leads.\\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.\\nx", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "3c6 St. Peter s Day.\\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\\nThrough darksome vault, up massy stair,\\nHis dizzy, doubting footsteps wind\\nTo freedom and cool moonlight air.\\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 a while in grey-hair d might,\\nThen from his cross to spring forgiven,\\nAnd follow Jesus out of sight.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "j^ft. ;f alms s ^XDag.\\nYe shall drink indeed of My cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am\\nbaptized with but to sit on My right hand, and on My left, is not Mine\\nto give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared of My Father.\\nSt. Matthew xx. 23.\\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.\\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\\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 f", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "308 St.Jaines s Day,\\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, O my heart\\nThou Lord of meekness, write it there,\\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 a\\nStay Thou the too presumptuous flight\\na St. MaWiew xvii. 12. Likewise shall also the Son of Man suffer for\\nthem. This was just after the Transfiguration.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "St. Jci7nes s Day. 309\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "wcfyalamttos.\\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.\\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.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "St. Bartholoi?ieiL 311\\nEye of God s word b 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\\nWhat word is this Whence know st thou\\nme\\nv\\nAll wondering cries the humbled heart.\\nTo hear thee that deep mystery,\\nThe knowledge of itself, impart.\\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 Xazarene.\\nb The 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 appeal.\\nThe point worthy of observation is, to note how a book of the description and\\nthe compass which we have represented Scripture to be, possesses this ver-\\nsatility of power; this eye, like tliat of a portrait, -uniformly fixed upon us,\\nturn where we will. Miller s Bampton Lectures, p. 120.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "312 St. Bartholomew.\\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 r\\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,\\nBelieves, because it loves, aright\\nShall see things greater, things divine.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "Sf. Bartholomew. 313\\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 c\\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 fix d his wavering choice,\\nNearest and dearest ever sound.\\nc They go from strength to strength. Psalm lxxxiv. 7.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "Mt H? a%to.\\nAnd after these things He went forth, and saw a publican, named Levi,\\nsitting at the receipt of custom and He said unto him, Follow Me. And\\nhe left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28.\\nYe hermits blest, ye holy maids,\\nThe nearest Heaven on earth,\\nWho talk with God in shadowy glades,\\nFree from rude care and mirth\\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 1", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "St. Matthew.\\n315\\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\\nE en in this crowded loneliness,\\nWhere ever-moving myriads seem to say,\\nGo thou art nought to us, nor we to thee away\\nThere are in this loud stunning 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 d\\nd It seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of Levi took place im-\\nmediately after the healing of the paralytic in the presence of the Pharisees.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "316 St Matthew,\\nBut not in vain, beside yon breezy lake,\\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\\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 think 6\\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,\\ne St. Matthew ix. 10.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "St. Matthew.\\n3i7\\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\\nof Heaven.\\nAnd oh if e en on Babel shine\\nSuch gleams of Paradise,\\nShould not their peace be peace divine,\\nWho day by day arise\\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", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "J^ft. tsMluls d miir all jlttrpls.\\nAre they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who\\nshall be heirs of salvation Hebrews i. 14.\\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,\\nFaint warblers of this earth, that would combine\\nOur trembling notes with your accepted lay.\\nYour amarant wreaths were earn d and home-\\nward 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,\\nTir d ere the fight begun,\\nYe turn d to help us in th unequal fray,\\nRemembering Whose we were, how dearly won", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "St. Michael and all Angels. 319\\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\\nSank 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.\\nY~e 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "320 St. Michael and all Angels.\\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 stay d, high warning to impart\\nThe Christ shall come again\\nE en 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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "Sf. Michael and all Angels. 321\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "ft. ^ESmke.\\nLuke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you. Colossians iv. 14.\\nDemas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world. Only Luke\\nis with me. 2 Timothy iv. 10, 11.\\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,\\nNo eye pursue their lawless starts\\nAlong their wild self-chosen maze.\\nHe only, by whose sovereign hand\\nE en sinners for the evil day f\\nWere made who rules the world He plann d,\\nTurning our worst His own good way\\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,\\nf The Lord hath made all things for Himself yea, even the wicked for\\nthe day of evil. Proverbs xvi. 4.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "St. Luke.\\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.\\nDoubt we, how souls so wanton change,\\nLeaving their own experienc d rest\\nNeed 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 g\\nPhilippians i. 21.\\n323", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "324 Luke.\\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 h\\nHe and his lot unchang d remain.\\nBut only Luke is with him now\\nAlas that e en the martyr s cell,\\nHeaven s very gate, should scope allow\\nFor the false world s seducing spell.\\nTis sad but yet tis well, be sure,\\nWe on the sight should muse awhile,\\nNor deem our shelter all secure\\nE en in the Church s holiest aisle.\\nh In the Epistle to the Philippians, I know that I shall abide and\\ncontinue with you all I count not myself to have apprehended.\\nChap. i. 25 iii. 13.\\nIn 2 Timothy, I have finished my course, c. Chap. iv. 7, 8.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "Sf. Luke, 325\\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,\\nReady 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\\n1 The Gospel of St. Luke abounds most in such passages as the parable of\\nthe lost sheep, which display God s mercy to penitent sinners.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "326 Sf. Luke.\\nThou hast an ear for angels songs,\\nA breath the Gospel trump to fill,\\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\\nE en 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.\\nk The Christian hymns are all in St. Luke the Magnificat, Benedictus,\\nand Nunc Dimittis.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "That ye should earnestly contend for 1 the faith which was once delivered\\nunto the saints. St. Jude 3.\\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\\nWho is at hand that loves the Lord m 1\\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.\\n1 eTrayiovL\u00c2\u00a3ecr9a.i be very anxious for it feel for it as for a friend\\nin jeopardy.\\nm Then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother And from that\\nhour that disciple took her unto his own home. St. John xix. 27.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "328 St. Simon and St. Jude.\\nAnd as of old by two and two n\\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 prepaid,\\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,\\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,\\nn St. Mark vi. 7 St. Luke x. 1.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "St. Simon and St. Jude. 329\\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 black-bird s full-ton d lay,\\nWhen the relenting sun has smil d\\nBright through a whole December day.\\nThese are the tones to brace and cheer\\nThe lonely 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "JUII Mantis y uv.\\nHurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the\\nservants of our God in their foreheads.\\nRevelation vii. 3.\\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.\\nHow quiet shews 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "All Saints* Day. 331\\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 stay d\\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,\\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,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "332 All Saints* Day.\\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\\nprayer.\\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\\npraise and joy.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "lifitfljj (Mommmxwn.\\nO 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\\nIt is my Maker dare I stay\\nMy Saviour dare I turn away?", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "334 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 P f\\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.\\nSo God loved the world, that He gave His only -begotten Son. See\\nthe sentences in the Communion Service, after the Confession.\\np Come unto Me, all that travail, and are heavy laden, and I will re-\\nfresh you.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "Holy Com m un ion. 335\\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 q\\nThis, of true Penitents the chief,\\nTo the lost spirit brings relief,\\nLifting on high th adored Name\\nSinners to save, Christ Jesus came r\\nThat, dearest of Thy bosom Friends,\\nInto the wavering heart descends\\nWhat 1 fall n again yet cheerful rise s\\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,\\nq St. Paul and St. John.\\nr This js a true saying, and worthy of all men to be received, That Christ\\nJesus came into the world to save sinners.\\ns If any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the\\nrighteous.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "336 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "Where is it mothers learn their love I-\\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.\\nO happy arms, where cradled lies\\nAnd ready for the Lord s embrace,\\nThat precious sacrifice,\\nThe darling of His grace", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "338 Holy Baptism.\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "Holy Baptism. 339\\nWho taught thy pure and even breath\\nTo come and go with such sweet grace\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "iMuhtymm.\\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\\nMay learn the sacred air, and all\\nThe harmony unwind.\\nWas not our Lord a little child,\\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 1", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "Catechism. 341\\nWhat though around His throne of fire\\nThe everlasting chant\\nBe wafted from the seraph choir\\nIn glory jubilant 1\\nYet stoops He, ever pleas d to mark\\nOur rude essays of love,\\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 I", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "342 Catechism.\\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", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"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,\\nLion or eagle each bright fold\\nA lodestar 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "344 Confirmation,\\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,\\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 er-shadowing all the weary land.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "Mutxtmom*.\\nThere is an awe in mortals joy,\\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\\nE en 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "346 Matrimony.\\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 wild-fire 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\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "Matrimony, 347\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "of J^ftck*\\nYouth and Joy, your airy tread\\nToo lightly springs by Sorrow s bed,\\nYour keen eye-glances 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "Visitation mid Communion of the Sick. 349\\nHow sweet with thee to lift the latch,\\nWhere Faith has kept her midnight watch,\\nSmiling on woe with thee to kneel,\\nWhere fix d, as if one prayer could heal,\\nShe listens, till her pale eye glow\\nWith joy, wild health can never know,\\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 long 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "350 Visitation and Communion of the Sick.\\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,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "Mitral 0f ^H *afcr,\\nAnd when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto her,\\nWeep 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.\\nSt. Luke vii. 13, 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\\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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "352 Burial of the Dead.\\nWho says the widow s heart must break,\\nThe childless mother sink 1\\nA kinder, truer voice I hear,\\nWhich e en 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.\\nE en 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "Burial of the Dead. 353\\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.\\na a", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "354 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "Is 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\\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\\ngiven.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "356 Churching of Women.\\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\\nwast laid\\nWhen the woman comes to this office, 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. Wheatly on the\\nCommon Prayer, c. xiii. sect. i. 3.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "(Momraxmtwn.\\nThe prayers are o er why slumberest thou so\\nlong,\\nThou voice of sacred song\\nWhy swell st thou not, like breeze from moun-\\ntain cave,\\nHigh o er the echoing nave,\\nThe white-rob d priest, as otherwhile, to guide,\\nUp to the Altar s northern side 1\\nA mourner s tale of shame and sad decay\\nKeeps back our glorious sacrifice to-day\\nThe widovv 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 1 that idly gay,\\nOr coldly proud, ye turn away 1\\nBut if her warning tears in vain be spent,\\nLo, to her alter d eye the Law s stern fires are lent", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "358 Comminution.\\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 w T ho can blame the mother s fond affright u\\nWho sporting on some giddy height\\nHer infant sees, and springs with hurried hand\\nTo snatch the rover from the dangerous strand 1\\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.\\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\\nu Alluding to a beautiful anecdote in the Greek Anthology, torn. i. 180. ed.\\nJacobs. See Pleasures of Memory, p. 133.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "Co?nmination.\\n359\\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 con-\\nscience ache.\\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": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "Jlforms af xn^x to ht mtb at M m.\\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.\\nFar, far away, the home-sick seaman s hoard,\\nThy fragrant, tokens live,\\nLike flower-leaves in a precious volume stor d,\\nTo solace and relieve", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "Forms of Prayer to be used at Sea. 361\\nSome heart too weary of the restless world j\\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\\nsleep\\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.\\nOne 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 x unchanging orbs\\nof bliss.\\nx And there was no more sea. Revelation xxi. i.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "^mtpofofrer ]p[\u00c2\u00abaaim.\\nAs thou hast testified of Me in Jerusalem, so must thou bear witness\\nalso at Rome. Acts xxiii. n.\\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.\\nShe mourns that tender hearts should bend\\nBefore a meaner shrine,\\nAnd upon Saint or Angel spend\\nThe love that should be thine.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "Gunpowder Treason. 363\\nBy day and night her sorrows fall\\nWhere miscreant hands and rude\\nHave stain d her pure ethereal pall\\nWith many a martyr 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\\nTh aerial gleam that Fancy lends\\nTo solemn thoughts in youth.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "364 Gunpowder Treason.\\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 shew 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\\nAs 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0382.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "Gunpowder Treaso?i. 365\\nAnd O by all the pangs and fears,\\nFraternal spirits know,\\nWhen for an elder s shame the tears\\nOf wakeful anguish flow,\\nSpeak gently of our sisters fall\\nWho knows but gentle love\\nMay win her at our patient call\\nThe surer way to prove", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0383.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "ittg dffmrfes ^l^arigr.\\nThis is thankworthy, if a man for conscience toward God endure\\ngrief, suffering wrongfully, i 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\\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\\nglare,\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0384.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "King Charles the Martyr. 367\\nAnd there are aching solitary breasts,\\nWhose widow d walk with thought of thee is\\ncheer 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,\\nChain d and bereft, and on thy funeral way,\\nStraight to the Cross she turn d thy dying eye 7\\ny His Majesty then bade him (Mr. Herbert) withdraw for he was\\nabout an hour in private with the Bishop Juxon) and being called in, the\\nBishop went to prayer and reading also the 27th chapter of the Gospel of\\nSt. Matthew, which relateth the Passion of our Blessed Saviour. The King,\\nafter the Service was done, asked the Bishop, if he had made choice of that\\nchapter, being so applicable to his present condition? The Bishop replied,", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0385.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "368 King Charles the Martyr.\\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 rs 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 ex-\\nample own.\\nMay it please your Gracious Majesty, it is the proper lesson for the day,\\nas appears by the Kalendar; which the King was much affected with, so\\naptly serving as a seasonable preparation for his death that day. Herbert s\\nMemoirs, p. 131.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0386.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "^amilu.\\nAnd Barzillai said unto the King, How long have I to live, that I\\nshould go up with the King unto Jerusalem\\n2 Samuel 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 z\\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\\nSuch were the lights and such the strains,\\nWhen proudly stream d o er Ocean plains\\nOur own returning Cross\\nz 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.\\nBb", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0387.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "370 Restoration of the Royal Family.\\nFor with that triumph seem d to float\\nFar on the breeze one dirge-like note\\nOf orphanhood and loss.\\nFather and King, O where art thou\\nA greener wreath adorns thy brow,\\nAnd clearer rays surround\\nO for one hour of prayer like thine,\\nTo plead before th all-ruling shrine,\\nFor Britain lost and found\\nAnd he a whose mild persuasive voice\\nTaught us in trials to rejoice,\\nMost like a faithful dove,\\nThat by some ruin d homestead builds,\\nAnd pours to the forsaken fields\\nHis wonted lay of love\\nWhy comes he not to bear his part,\\nTo lift and guide th exulting heart\\nA hand that cannot spare\\nLies heavy on his gentle breast\\nWe wish him health he sighs for rest,\\nAnd Heaven accepts the prayer.\\na Read Fell s Life of Hammond, p. 283 296. Oxford, 1806.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0388.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "Restoration of the Royal Family. 371\\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 f", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0389.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "JpHjj* J^Cccesnum.\\nAs I was with Moses, so I will be with thee I will not fail 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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0390.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "The Accession. 373\\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 1 but He,\\nWho singly bore the world s sad weight,\\nIs near, to whisper, Lean on Me\\nThy days 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 bounty 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.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0391.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "374 The Accession.\\nNot upon Kings or Priests alone\\nThe power of that dear word is spent\\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.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0392.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "(Sorbin aiiott,\\nAfter this, the congregation shall be desired, secretly in their pra} -ers, 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.\\nRtibric 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 b\\nAnd in the portals of the sky\\nThine armies awfully repos d.\\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,\\nb When He had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in Heaven\\nabout the space of half an hour. Revelation viii. i.", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0393.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "376 Ordination.\\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 dove-like 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,\\nWho grasp, this hour, the sword of Heaven,\\nShall feel Thee on their weary way.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0394.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "Ordination. 377\\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 oh 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,\\nAnd wake their slumbering love again,\\nSpirit of God s most holy Fear", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0395.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "NOTE.\\nThe thirteenth Stanza on Gunpowder Treason formerly\\nran thus\\nO come to our Communion Feast\\nThere present in the heart,\\nNot in the hands, th eternal Priest\\nWill His true self impart.\\nIt was the anxious wish of the Author, repeatedly expressed,\\nthat these words should be understood with the modification\\nimplied, as in other passages of Holy Scripture, so, very em-\\nphatically, in Jer. vii. 22 I spake not unto your fathers,\\nnor commanded them in the day that I brought them out of\\nthe land of Egypt, concerning burnt- offerings or sacrifices but\\nthis thing commanded I them, saying, Obey My voice, c.\\nEveryone is familiar with the idiom of the Old Testament,\\nin which God is said, not to have commanded not to will\\nthat which is of no avail without some other thing in contrast\\nwith which it stands; e.g. I will have mercy, and not sacri-\\nfice. The Author understood the words himself, and wished\\nthem to be understood to mean, that to have Christ in the\\nhands, not in the heart is, not to be a partaker of Christ.\\nHe referred also to some words of St. Bernard, as illustrating\\nhis meaning, and it is thought that the passage may have been\\nthis: Absque Spiritu, et Sacramentum ad judicium sumitur,\\net caro non prodest quidquam, et littera occidit, et fides mortua\\nest. Sed spiritus est qui vivificat ut vivam in eis. {S. Bernardi\\nin Cantica, Sermo 33, vol. i. p. 2877, ed. Gaume, 1839.) With-\\nout the Spirit, the Sacrament is received to condemnation, and the\\nFlesh profiteth nothing, and the letter killeth, and faith is dead.\\nBut it is the Spirit which quickeneth that I may live in them.\\nFearing, however, that he was misleading others, a few weeks\\nbefore his departure he determined that the verse should stand\\nas it now appears.\\nIn accordance also with his declared intention, the Dedica-\\ntion (written many years since) is now published.\\nSt Mark s Day, April 25, 1866. T. K.", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0396.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nAnd is there in God s world so drear a place -9\u00c2\u00b0\\nAnd wilt Thou hear the fever* d heart -43\\nAngel of wrath! why linger in mid air .87\\nAs rays around the source of light 27\\nAs when the Paschal week is o er 369\\nAt length the worst is o er, and Thou art laid 2 5\\nAwake again the Gospel-trump is blown ,8\\nBeneath the burning eastern sky .362\\nBless d are the pure in heart .279\\nCreator, Saviour, strengthening Guide ,176\\nDear is the morning gale of spring 292\\nFather to me Thou art and Mother dear .108\\nFill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour .112\\nFirst Father of the holy seed 139\\nFoe of mankind! too bold thy race .76\\nGo not away, thou weary soul ,201\\nGo up and watch the new-born rill 133", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0397.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "3 3o\\nINDEX.\\nHold up thy mirror to the sun\\nHues of the rich unfolding morn\\nI mark d a rainbow in the north\\nIn troublous days of anguish and rebuke\\nIs it not strange, the darkest hour\\nIs there, in bowers of endless spring\\nIs this a time to plant and build\\nIt is so ope thine eyes, and see\\nIt was not then a poet s dream\\nLessons sweet of spring returning\\nLord, and what shall this man do\\nLord, in Thy field I work all day\\nMy Saviour, can it ever be\\nNot till the freezing blast is still\\nNow is there solemn pause in earth and heaven\\nPAGE\\n310\\n1\\n56\\n207\\n122\\n355\\n213\\n238\\n189\\n49\\n30\\n172\\n149\\n12\\nJ 53\\nO for a sculptor s hand\\nO God of Mercy, God of Might\\nO hateful spell of Sin when friends are nigh\\nO holy mountain of my God\\nO Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will\\nO Youth and Joy, your airy tread\\nOf the bright things in earth and air\\nOh day of days shall hearts set free\\nOh say not, dream not, heavenly notes\\nOh Thou who deign st to sympathize\\n142\\n333\\n186\\n119\\n115\\n348\\n*9\\n129\\n34o\\n286", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0398.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nOh who shall dare in this frail scene\\nOn Sinai s top, in prayer and trance\\n381\\nPAGE\\n29O\\n220\\nPraise to our pardoning God though silent now 366\\nProphet of God, arise and take 204\\nRed o er the forest peers the setting sun 255\\nSay, ye celestial guards, who wait .32\\nSee Lucifer like lightning fall .94\\nSeest thou, how tearful and alone -327\\nSince all that is not Heaven must fade .167\\nSit down and take thy fill of joy 305\\nSoft cloud, that while the breeze of May 157\\nStar of the East, how sweet art Thou .46\\nStately thy walls, and holy are the prayers .234\\nSweet Dove the softest, steadiest plume .80\\nSweet nurslings of the vernal skies .228\\nTen cleans d, and only one remain 225\\nTis gone, that bright and orbed blaze 5\\nTis true, of old th unchanging sun -35\\nThe bright-hair d morn is glowing .261\\nThe clouds that wrap the setting sun .182\\nThe Earth that in her genial breast .160\\nThe heart of childhood is all mirth .52\\nTh historic Muse, from age to age ici\\nThe live-long night we ve toil d in vain .194\\nThe mid-day sun, with fiercest glare 275", "height": "4146", "width": "2559", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0399.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "382\\nINDEX.\\nThe morning mist is clear d away\\nThe prayers are o er why slumberest thou so long\\nThe shadow of th Almighty s cloud\\nThe shower of moonlight falls as still and clear\\nThe Son of God in doing good\\nThe voice that from the glory came\\nThe world s a room of sickness, where each heart\\nThe year begins with Thee\\nThere are, who darkling and alone\\nThere is an awe in mortals joy\\nThere is a book, who runs may read\\nThey know the Almighty s power\\nThou first-born of the year s delight\\nThou thrice denied, yet thrice belov d\\nTwas silence in Thy temple, Lord\\nTwice in her season of decay\\nTwo clouds before the summer gale\\nPAGE\\n357\\n343\\n360\\n216\\n372\\n295\\n39\\n68\\n345\\n73\\n61\\n136\\n3\u00c2\u00b03\\n375\\n299\\n322\\nWake, arm divine awake\\nWe were not by when Jesus came\\nWell may I guess and feel\\nWhat liberty so glad and gay\\nWhat sudden blaze of song\\nWhat went ye out to see\\nWhen bitter thoughts, of conscience born\\nWhen brothers part for manhood s race\\nWhen God of old came down from Heaven\\nWhen Nature tries her finest touch\\nWhen Persecution s torrent blaze\\n64\\n271\\n46\\n252\\n23\\n15\\n198\\n268\\n164\\n97\\n243", "height": "4261", "width": "2827", "jp2-path": "christianyear00keb_0400.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nWhere is it mothers learn their love\\nWhere is the land with milk and honey flowing\\nWhere is Thy favour d haunt, eternal Voice\\nWho is God s chosen priest\\nW T ho says, the wan autumnal sun\\nWhy blow st thou not, thou wintry wind\\nWhy doth my Saviour weep\\nWhy should we faint and fear to live 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