{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3612", "width": "2112", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "1 v;\\n0-\\nm//y\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^c\\n0^\\no^r.\\nx^^\\n.X^\\ny\\n/\u00e2\u0096\u00a0-Y\\n.S^\\n-y\\n^J^\\nt\\n!.i^\\n^z. V^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "_^$\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0X\\nA\\n1 -o 0^\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2_5\\n.i\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0i so\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2i^-\\na\\\\\\nv^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "t ^ipulmi %tM\\nTHOUGHTS IN VERSE\\nSUNDAYS AND HOLYDAYS\\nTHROUGHOUT THE YEAR,\\n1S73 y-.\\nREV. JOHN Ki:.BL\\nIn quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.\\nIsaiah xxx. 15.\\nPHILADELPHIA\\nDUFFIELD ASHM EAD\\nNo. 724 Chestnut Street", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "T^\\ni^S\\nC^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ADVERTISEMENT.\\nNext to a sound rule of faith, there is nothirg\\nof so much consequence as a sober standard of\\nfeeling in matters of practical religion and it is\\nthe peculiar happiness of the Church of England\\nto possess, in her authorized formularies, an ample\\nand secure provision for both. But in times of\\nmuch leisure and unbounded curiosity, when ex-\\ncitement of every kind is sought after with a\\nmorbid eagerness, this part of the merit of our\\nLiturgy, is likely in some measure to be lost, on\\nmany even of its sincere admirers the very tem-\\npers which most require such discipline, setting\\nthemselves, in general, most decidedly against it.\\nThe object of the present publication will be\\nattained, if any person find assistance from it in\\n(iii)", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "JV ADVERTISEMENT.\\nbringing his own thoughts and feelings into more\\nentire unison with those recommended and exem-\\nplified in the Prayer Book. The work does not\\nfurnish a complete series of compositions being,\\nin many parts, rather adapted with more or less\\npropriety to the successive portions of the Liturgy,\\nthan originally suggested by them. Something\\nhas been added at the end concerning the several\\nOccasional Services which constitute, from their\\npersonal and domestic nature, the most perfect\\ninstance of that soothing tendency in the Prayer\\nBook, which it is the chief purpose of these pages\\nto exhibit.\\nMat 30th, 1827.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nFAas\\nMorning 9\\nEvening 12\\nAdvent Sunday 14\\nSecond Sunday in Advent. The Signs of the Times 17\\nThird Sunday in Advent. The Travellers 20\\nFourth Sunday in Advent. Dimness 22\\nChristmas Day 25\\nSt. Stephen s Day 28\\nSt. John s Day 30\\nThe Holy Innocents 32\\nFirst Sunday after Christmas. The Sun-dial of Ahaz 34\\nThe Circumcision 36\\nSecond Sunday after Christmas. The Pilgrim s Song 39\\nThe Epiphany 42\\nFirst Sunday after Epiphany. The Nightingale .44\\nSecond Sunday after Epiphany. The Secret of Perpetual\\nYouth 46\\nThird Sunday after Epiphany. The Good Centurion 49\\nFourth Sunday after Epiphany. The World is for Excitement,\\nthe Gc%pelfor Soothing 52\\nFifth Sunday after Epiphany. Cure Sin and you cure Sorrow 55\\nSixth Sunday after Epiphany. The B.nefUs of Uncertainty 68\\n1 (V)", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Tl CONTENTS.\\nPASV\\nSeptuagesima Sunday 61\\nSexagesiina Sunday .64\\nQuinquagesima Sunday 67\\nAsh-Wednesday 69\\nFirst Sunday in Lent. The City of Refuge .72\\nSecond Sunday in Lent. Esau s Forfeit 74\\nThird Sunday in Lent. The Spoils of Satan 77\\nFourth Sunday in Lent. The Rose-hud 79\\nFifth Sunday in Lent. The Burning Bush 82\\nSunday next before Easter. The Children in the Temple 85\\nMonday before Easter. CJirist waiting for the Cross 87\\nTuesday before Easter. Christ refusing the Wine and Mjrrh 90\\nWednesday before Easter. Clirist in the Garden .92\\nThursday before Easter. The Vision of the Latter Days 95\\nGood Friday 97\\nEaster Eve 100\\nEaster Day 102\\nMonday in Easter Week. St. Peter and Cornelius 105\\nTuesday in Easter Week. The Snow-drop 107\\nFirst Sunday after Easter. The restless Pastor reproved 110\\nSecond Sunday after Easter. Balaam 112\\nThird Sunday after Easter. Languor and Travail 115\\nFourth Sunday after Easter. The Dove on the Cross 117\\nFifth Sunday after Easter. The Priesfs Intercessor 120\\nAscension Day 123\\nSunday after Ascension Day. Seed time 125\\nWhitsunday 128\\nMonday in Whitsun-week. The City of Confusion 130\\nTuesday in Whitsun-week. Holy Orders 184\\nTrinity Sunday 137\\nFirst Sunday after Trinity. Israel among the ruins of Canaan 140\\nSecond Sunday after Trinity. Charity the Life of Faith 142\\nThird Sunday after Trinity. Comfort for Sinners in the pre-\\nsence of the Good 145\\nFourth Sunday after Trinity. The Groans of Nature 147\\nFifth Sunday after Trinity, llie Fishermen of Bdhsaida 151\\nSixth Sunday after Trinity. The Psalmist repenting 153\\nSeventh Sunday after Trinity. The Feast in He Wilderness 166", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0096\u00bcii\\nPA.OB\\nEighth Sunday after Trinity. The Disobedient Prophet 158\\nNinth Sunday after Trinity. Elijah in Horeb .160\\nTenth Sunday after Trinity. Christ weeping over Jerusalem 163\\nEleventh Sunday after Trinity.- GeJiazi reproved 165\\nTwelfth Sunday after Trinity. The Deaf and Dumb 167\\nThirteenth Sunday after Trinity. Moses on the Motint 170\\nFourteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Ten Lepers 173\\nFifteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Flaivers of tJoe Field 175\\nSixteenth Sunday after Trinity. Hope is better than Ease 177\\nSeventeenth Sunday after Trinity. EzelcieVs Vision in Vie\\nTemple 179\\nEighteeuth Sunday after Trinity, lite Church in the Wilder-\\nness 182\\nNineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Shadrach, Meshach, and\\nAbednego 186\\nTwentieth Sunday after Trinity. Mountain Scenery 188\\nTwenty first Sunday after Trinity. The Red-breast in Sep\\ntember .190\\nTwenty-second Sunday after Trinity. The Rule of Christian\\nforgiveness 193\\nTwenty-third Sunday after Trinity. Forest Leaves in Autumn 195\\nTwenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. Imperfection of Human\\nSympathy 197\\nTwenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. The two Rainbows 200\\nSunday next before Advent. Self examination before Advent 202\\nSt. Andrew s Day 205\\nSt. Thomas the Apostle 207\\nConversion of St. Paul 210\\nPurification of St. Mary the Yirgin 214\\nSt. Matthias Day 217\\nAnnunciation of the Blessed Mrgin Mary 219\\nSt. Mark s Day 221\\nSt. Philip and St. James s Day 22S\\nSt. Barnabas the Apostle 225\\nSt. John Baptist s Day 228\\nSt. Peter s Day 231\\nSt. James the Apostle 284\\nSt. Bartholomew the Apostle 238", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "VIU\\nCONTENTS.\\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 Sjck\\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\\nIndeK t\\nPAGI\\n239\\n242\\n245\\n249\\n251\\n253\\n256\\n258\\n260\\n262\\n264\\n266\\n269\\n270\\n272\\n274\\n276\\n278\\n280\\n282\\n286", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE\\nCHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nPortting.\\nHis compassions fail not. They are new ever/ morning.\\nLament, iii. 22, 2.3.\\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\\n(9)", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 THE CHRIST.IA.N YEAR.\\nWho day by day to sin awake,\\nSeldom of Heaven and you partake\\nOh timely happy, timely wise,\\nHearts that with rising morn arise\\nEyes that the beam celestial view.\\nWhich evermore makes all things new\\nNew every morning is the love\\nOur wakening and uprising prove\\nThrough sleep and darkness safely brought.\\nRestored to life, and power, and thought.\\nNew mercies, each returning day,\\nHover around us while we pray\\nNew perils past, new sins forgiven,\\nNew thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.\\nIf on our daily course our mind\\nBe set to hallow all we find,\\nNew treasures still, of countless price,\\nGod will provide for sacrifice.\\nOld friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,\\nAs more of Heaven in each we see\\nSome softening gleam of love and prayer\\nShall dawn on every cross and care.\\nAs for some dear familiar strain\\nUntir d we ask, and ask again,\\nRevelations xxi. 5.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "MORNINa. 11\\nEver, in its melodious store,\\nFinding a spell unheard before\\nSuch is the bliss of souls serene,\\nWhen they have sworn, and steadfast mean\\nCounting the cost, in all t espy\\nTheir God, in all themselves deny.\\ncould 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.\\nSeek we no more content with these,\\nLet present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,\\nAs Heaven shall bid them, come and go\\nThe secret this of Rest below.\\nOnly, Lord, in Thy dear love\\nFit us for perfect Rest above\\nAnd help us, this and every day.\\nTo live more nearly as we pray.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nAbide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.\\nSI. Lulce xxiv.\\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,\\nIt is not night if Thou be near\\nOh may no earth-born cloud arise\\nTo hide Thee from Thy servant s eyes.\\nWhen round Thy wondrous works below\\nMy searching ra]pturous glance I throw.\\nTracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love,\\nIn earth or sky, in stream or grove\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "EVENING. jg\\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.*\\nThe Rulers of this Christian land,\\nTwixt Thee and us ordained to stand,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGuide Thou their course, Lord, aright,\\nLet all do all as in Thy sight.\\nOh by Thine own sad burthen, borne\\nSo meekly up the hill of scorn,\\nTeach Thou Thy Priests their daily cross\\nTo bear as Thine, nor count it loss!\\nIf some poor wandering child of Thine\\nHave spurn d, to-day, the voice divine,\\nmen thej willinglj received Him into the ship: and immediately\\nthe ship was at the land whither they went. St. John vi. 21.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nNow, Lord, the gracious work begin\\nLef Mm no more lie down in sin.\\nWatch by the sick enrich the poor\\nWith blessings from Thy boundless store\\nBe every mourner s sleep to-night\\nLike infant s slumbers, pure and light.\\nCome near and bless us when we wake,\\nEre through the world our way we take\\nTill in the ocean of Thy love\\nWe lose ourselves in Heaven above.\\nNow it is high time to awake out of sleep for now is our salvatioo\\nnearer than when we believed. Romans xiii. 11.\\nAwake again the Gospel-trump is blown\\nFrom year to year it swells with louder tone,\\nFrom year to year the signs of wrath\\nAre gathering round the Judge s path,\\nStrange words fulfill d, and mighty works achiev d,\\nAnd truth in all the world both hated and believ d.\\nAwake why linger in the gorgeous town,\\nSworn liegemen of the Cross and thorny crown\\nUp from your beds of sloth for shame.\\nSpeed to the eastern mount like flame,\\nNor wonder, should ye find your King in tears,\\nEven with the loud Hosanna ringing in His ears.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "ADVENT SUNDAY. 1^\\nAlas no need to rouse them lon^ 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-0 doom d to p*rov\u00c2\u00bb^\\nThe arrows wing d in Heaven for Faith that will not\\nlove!\\nMeanwhile He paces through th adoring crowd\\nCalm as the march of some majestic cloud,\\nThat o er wild scenes of ocean-war\\nHolds its still course in Heaven afar\\nEven so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on\\nThou keepest silent watch from Thy triumphal throne\\nEven so, the world is thronging round to gaze\\nOn the dread vision of the latter days,\\nConstrain^d to own Thee, but in heart\\nPrepar d to take Barabbas part\\nHosanna now, to morrow Crucify,\\nThe changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry.\\nYet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue\\nThy sad eye rests upon Thy faithful few,\\nChildren and childlike souls are there,\\nBlind Bartimeus humble prayer.\\nAnd Lazarus waken d from his four days sleep\\nEnduring life again, that Passover to keep.\\nAnd fast beside thn 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWhere Martha lov d to wait with reverence meet,\\nAnd wiser Mary linger d at Thy sacred feet.\\nStill through decaying ages as they glide,\\nThou lov st Thy chosen remnant to divide\\nSprinkled along the waste of years\\nFull many a soft green isle appears\\nPause where we may upon the desert road,\\nSome shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.\\nWhen withering blasts of error swept the sky,*\\nAnd Love s last flower seem d fain to droop and die.\\nHow sweet, how lone the ray benign\\nOn shelter d nooks of Palestine\\nThen to his early home did Love repair,f\\nAnd cheer d his sickening heart with his own native\\nYears roll away again the tide of crime\\nHas swept Thy footsteps from the favour d clime.\\nAVhere shall the holy Cross find rest\\nOn a crowned monarch s J mailed breast\\nLike some bright angel o er the darkling scene,\\nThrough court and camp he holds his heavenward\\ncourse serene.\\nA fouler vision yet an age of light.\\nLight without love, glares on the aching sight\\nwho can tell how calm and sweet.\\nMeek Walton shows thy green retreat,\\nArianism in the fourth century.\\nt See St. Jerome s Works, i. 123, edit. Erasm.\\nX St. Louis in tha thirteoath century.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 17\\n\\\\^Iien wearied with the tale thy times disclose,\\nThe eje 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\\nLoi^i, ere our trembling lamps sink down and die,\\nTouch us with chastening hand, and make us feel\\nThee nigh.\\n^^conb S\u00c2\u00abnbag in gibbenl\\nAnd when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift\\nup jour heads for your redemption draAveth nigh. St. Luke xxxi. 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 flowerets show\\nTheir bosoms to th uncertain glow.\\n2*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR,\\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\\nShe has a charm, a word of fire,\\nA pledge of love that cannot tire\\nBy tempests, earthquakes, and by wars,\\nBy rushing waves and falling stars,\\nBy every sign her Lord foretold,\\nShe sees the world is waxing old,*\\nAnd through that last and direst storm\\nDescries by faith her Saviour s form.\\nNot surer does each tender gem,\\nSet in the fig-tree s polished stem,\\nForeshow the summer season bland,\\nThan these dread signs Thy mighty hand\\nBut oh frail hearts, and spirits dark\\nThe season s flight unwarned we mark,\\nBut miss the Judge behind the door,f\\nFor all the light of sacred lore\\nYet is He there beneath our eaves\\nEach sound His wakeful ear receives\\nThe -world hath lost his youth, and the times begin ta w%x old. f\\nEsdras xiv. 10.\\nt See St. James v. 9.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 19\\nHush, idle words, and thoughts of ill,\\nYour Lord is listening: peace, be still.\\nChrist watches by a Christian s hearth.\\nBe silent, ^vain deluding mirth,\\nTill in thine altered 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 heaven-ward 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\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2It\u00c2\u00bb fabulantur, ut qui sciant Dominum audire.\\nTertull. Apolog. p. 36. edit. Rigali", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nfljirir Sunbag in gibknt.\\nWhat went ye out into the M ilderness to Bee A reed shs^ken with\\nthe wind But what went ye out for to see A prophet yea, I say\\nunto yon, and more than a prophet. St. Matthew xi. 7 9-\\nVVhat went ye out to see\\nO er the rude sandy lea,\\nWhere stately Jordan flows by many a palm,\\nOr where Gennesaret s wave\\nDelights the flowers to lave,\\nThat o er her western slope breathe airs of balm?\\nAll through the summer night,\\nThose blossoms red and bright*\\nSpread their soft breasts, unheeding, to the breeze,\\nLike hermits watching still\\nAround the sacred hill.\\nWhere erst our Saviour watch d upon His knees.\\nThe Paschal moon above\\nSeems like a saint to rove,\\nLeft shining in the world with Christ alone\\nBelow, the lake s still face\\nSleeps sweetly in the embrace\\nOf mountains terrass d high with mossy stone.\\nHere may we sit, and dream\\nOver the heavenly theme,\\nTill to our soul the former days return\\nRhododendrons: with which the western bank of the lake said to\\nbe clothed down to the water s edge", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 21\\nTill on the grassy bed,\\nWhere thousands once He fed,\\nThe world s incarnate Maker we discern.\\ncross 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\\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 o^her holy garden, where the Lord was laid", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 THE CHUISriAN YEAR.\\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 kings.\\nOr, if at home they stay,\\nYet are they, day by day.\\nIn spirit journeying through the glorious land,\\nNot for light Fancy s reed.\\nNor Honour s purple meed.\\nNor gifted Prophet s lore, nor Science wondrous\\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\\nShows Him in every place\\nTo homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek.\\nJottrf^ Swnbag lit gibfemt\\nThe eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that\\nheir 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\\nI know it well, but cannot trace.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 28\\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 ]\\\\Iemory s eye\\nThe scene, the glance, I dearest love\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUnchang d themselves, in me they die,\\nOr faint, or false, their shadows prove.\\nIn vain, with dull and tuneless ear,\\nI linger by soft Music s cell,\\nAnd in my heart of hearts would hear\\nWhat to her own she deigns to tell.\\nTis misty all, both sight and sound\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI only know tis fair and sweet\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTis wandering on enchanted ground\\nWith dizzy brow and tottering feet.\\nBut patience! there may come a time\\nWhen these dull ears shall scan aright\\nStrains, that outring Earth s drowsy chime,\\nAs Heaven outshines the taper s light.\\nThese eyes, that dazzled now and weak,\\nAt glancing motes in sunshine wink,\\nShall see the King s* full glory break,\\nNor from the blissful vision shrink:\\nland that 13 very far off. Isaiah xxxiii. 17,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nIn fearless love and hope uncloy d\\nFor ever on that ocean bright\\nEmpower d to gaze and undestroy d,\\nDeeper and deeper plunge in light.\\nThough scarcely now their laggard glance\\nReach to an arrow s flight, that day\\nThey shall behold, and not in trance,\\nThe region very far away.\\nIf Memory sometimes at our spell\\nRefuse to speak, or speak amiss,\\nWe shall not need her where we dwell\\nEver in sight of all our bliss.\\nMeanwhile, if over sea or sky\\nSome tender lights unnotic d fleet,\\nOr on lov d features dawn and die,\\nUnread, to us, their lesson sweet\\nYet are there saddening sights around,\\nAVhich Heaven, in mercy, spares us too,\\nAnd we see far in holy ground,\\nIf duly purg d our mental view.\\nThe distant landscape draws not nigh\\nFor all our gazing but the soul.\\nThat upward looks, may still descry\\nNearer, each day, the brightening goal.\\nAnd thou, too curious ear, that fain\\nWouldst thread the maze of Harmony", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS DAY.\\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.\\n25\\nChristmas ^ag\u00c2\u00bb\\nAnd suddenly there was vith the angel a multitude of the heavenly\\nLost praising God. St. Luhe ii. 13.\\nWhat sudden blaze of song\\nSpreads o er th expanse of Heav n\\nTn waves of light it thrills along,\\nTh angelic signal given\\nGlory to God from yonder central fire\\nFlows out the echoing lay beyond the starry quire\\nLike circles widening round\\nUpon a clear blue river.\\nOrb after orb, the wondrous sound\\nIs echoed on for ever\\nGlory to God on high, on earth be peace,\\nAnd love towards men of love* salvation and\\nrelease.\\nI have ventured to adopt the reading of the Vulgate, as being gene*\\nrally known through Pergolesi s beautiful composition, Gloria in ei\\noelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonce voluntatis\\n3", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "36 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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,\\nOuests rudely went and came, where slept the royal\\nChild.\\nBut where Thou dwellest, Lord,\\nNo other thought should be.\\nOnce duly welcom d and ador d,\\nHow should I part with Thee\\nBethlehem must lose Thee soon, but thou wilt grace\\nThe single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS DAY. 27\\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-pav d\\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\\ndwell.\\nAngels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy\\ncell.\\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.\\nfaint not ye for fear\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 THE CHRISTIAN YEAB.\\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.\\nSt. Stephen s gag.\\nHe, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly into heaven,\\nand saw the Glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God.\\nActs vii. 55.\\nAs rays around the source ofi 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,*\\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\\nWheatly on the Common Prayer, c. v. sect. iv. 2. As there are\\nthree kinds of martyrdom, the first both in will and deed, which is th\u00c2\u00a9\\nhighest; the second in will but not in deed the third in deed but not\\nin will so the Church cDmrneraorates these martyrs iu the same order\\nSt. Steph en first, who siiffered death both in will ard deed; St. John\\nthe Evangelist next, wLo suffered martyrdom in will but not in deed,\\nthe holy Innocents last, who suffered in deed but not in will.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ST. Stephen s day. 29\\nAnd some, the darlings of their Lord,\\nPlay smiling with the flame and sword,\\nAnd, ere they speak, to His sure word\\nUnconscious witness give.\\nForemost and nearest to His throne,\\nBy perfect robes of triumph known.\\nAnd likest Him in look and tone,\\nThe holy Stephen kneels.\\nWith steadfast gaze, as when the sky\\nFlew open to his fainting eye,\\nWhich, like a fading lamp, flash d high,\\nSeeing what death conceals.\\nWell might you guess what vision bright\\nWas present to his raptur d sight,\\nEven as reflected streams of light\\nTheir solar source betray\\nThe glory which our God surrounds,\\nThe Son of Man, th atoning wounds\\nHe sees them all and earth s dull bounds\\nAre melting fast away.\\nHe sees them all no other view\\nCould stamp the Saviour s likeness true,\\nOr with his love so deep embrue\\nMan s sullen heart and gross\\nJesu, do Thou my soul receive;\\nJesu, do Thou my foes forgive:\\nHe who would learn that prayer, must live\\nUnder the Holy Cross.\\n3*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "iO THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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,*\\nMartyr all o er, and meet to trace\\nThe lines of Jesus death.\\nSt IqIjh s gag.\\nPeter seeing him, saith to Jesus, Lord, and what shall this man dof\\nJesus saith unto him. If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that U\\nthee follow thou Me. St, John xxi. 21, 22.\\nLord, and what shall this man do\\nAsk st thou, Christian, for thy friend\\nIf his love for Christ be true,\\nChrist hath told thee of his end\\nThis is 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\\nAnd all that sat in the council, looking steadfastly on him, saw hil\\nfa^ as it had e*en the face of an angel. Acts vi. 15.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "ST. John s day. 31\\nWhether in his lonely course\\n(Lonely, not forlorn) he stay,\\nOr with Love s supporting force\\nCheat the toil and cheer the way\\nLeave it all in His high hand,\\nWho doth hearts as streams command.*\\nGales from Heaven, if so He will,\\nSweeter melodies can wake\\nOn the lonely mountain rill\\nThan the meeting waters make.\\nWho hath the Father and the Son,\\nMay be left, but not alone.\\nSick or healthful, slave or free.\\nWealthy, or despis d and poor\\nWhat is that to him or thee.\\nSo his love to Christ endure\\nAVhen 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.\\nThe kiug 8 heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of wates\\nHe turneth it whichersoever He will. Proverbs xxi. 1.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "82 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\n\u00c2\u00ae^e Polg Inttocents.\\nThese were redeemed from among men, being tl first fruits unto\\nGod and to the Lamb. Eev. xiv. 4.\\nSay, je 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\\nAsk, and some angel will reply,\\nThese, like yourselves, were born to sin and die,\\nBut ere the poison root was grown,\\n**God set His seal, and mark d them for His own.\\nBaptiz d in blood for Jesus sake,\\n**Now 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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE HOLT INNOCENTS. 38\\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\\nBut chiefly these, who died for Thee,\\nThat thou might st live for them a sadder death to see.\\nAnd next to these. Thy gracious word\\nWas as a pledge of benediction, stor d\\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\\nTs 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "84 THA CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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.\\nfirst Sttubag after ftljrblmas.\\n80 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 defiled 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,*\\nAnd hides his weary eyes to pray.\\nShould change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of\\nthe sky\\nWe too, Lord, would fain command,\\nAs then, Thy wonder-working hand,\\nAnd backward force the waves of Time,\\n*Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto\\nthe Lord. Isaiah xxxviii. 2.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 35\\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\\nIhese, 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?\\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\\nFather and Lover of our souls\\nThough darkl} round Thine anger rolls,\\nThy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom,\\nThou seek st to warn us, not confound,\\nThy showers would pierce the harden d ground,\\nAnd win it to give out its brightness and perfume.\\nThou smil st on us in wrath, and we,\\nEven in remor^^e, 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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nThou, 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\\nTill, as each moment wafts us higher.\\nBy every gush of pure desire.\\nAnd high-breath d hope of joys above,\\nBy every sacred sigh we heave,\\nWhole years of folly we outlive.\\nIn His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love\\nSilje Circiimctsioit of dli^nst.\\nIn \u00e2\u0096\u00a0whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made witicit\\nhands. Coloss. ii. 11.\\nThe year begins with Thee,\\nAnd Thou beginn st with woe.\\nTo let the world of sinners see\\nThat blood for sin must flow.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 87\\nThine infant cries, Lord,\\nThy tears upon the breast,\\nAre not enough the legal sword\\nMust do its stern behest.\\nLike sacrificial wine\\nPourd on a victim s head,\\nAre those few precious drops of Thine,\\nNow first to offering led.\\nThey are the pledge and seal\\nOf Christ s unswerving faith\\nGiven to His Sire, our souls to heal,\\nAlthough it cost His death.\\nThey to His Church of old,\\nTo each true Jewish heart.\\nIn Gospel graces manifold\\nCommunion blest impart.\\nNow of Thy love we deem\\nAs of an ocean vast,\\nMounting in tides against the stream\\nOf ages gone and past.\\nBoth theirs and ours Thou art.\\nAs we and they are thine\\nKings, Prophets, Patriarchs all have part\\nAlong the sacred line.\\nBy blood and water too\\nGoi s mark is set on Thee,\\n4", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "88 THE CHUISTIAN YEAR\\nThat in Thee every faithful view\\nBoth covenants might see.\\nbond of union, dear\\nAnd strong as is Thy grace\\nSaints, parted by a thousand year,\\nMay thus in heart embrace.\\nIs there a mourner true,\\nWho fallen on faithless days.\\nSighs for the heart-consoling view\\nOf those. Heaven deign d to praise\\nIn spirit mayst thou meet\\nWith faithful Abraham here,\\nAVhom soon in Eden thou shalt greet\\nA nursing Father dear.\\nWouldst thou a poet be\\nAnd would thy dull heart fain\\nBorrow of Israel s minstrelsy\\nOne high enraptur d strain\\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?", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 39\\nAnd fall the sounds of mirth\\nSad on thy lonely heart,\\nFrom all the hopes and charms of earth\\nUntimely calFd to part\\nLook here, and hold thy peace\\nThe Giver of all good\\nEven from the womb takes no release\\nFrom suffering, tears, and blood.\\nIf thou wouldst reap in love,\\nFirst sow in holy fear\\nSo life a winter s morn may prove\\nTo a bright endless year.\\nS-etonb Sunbag after Christmas.\\nWhen the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their\\ntongue faileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel\\nwill not forsake 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 jqi half untaught\\nA Saviour s right, so dearly bought,\\nThat Hope should never die", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThou wilt for many a languid prayer\\nHas reach d Thee from the wild,\\nSince the lorn mother, wandering there,\\nCast down her fainting child,*\\nThen stole apart to weep and die,\\nNor knew an Angel form was nigh,\\nTo show soft waters gushing by\\nAnd dewy shadows mild.\\nThou wilt\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for Thou art Israel s God,\\nAnd thine unwearied arm\\nIs ready yet with Moses rod.\\nThe hidden rill to charm\\nOut of the dry unfathom d deep\\nOf sands, that lie in lifeless sleep.\\nSave when the scorching whirlwinds heap\\nTheir waves in rude alarm.\\nThese moments of wild wrath are Thine\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThine too the drearier hour\\nWhen o er th horizon s silent line\\nFond hopeless fancies cower,\\nAnd on the traveller s listless way\\nRises and sets th unchanging day.\\nNo cloud in heaven to slake its ray,\\nOn earth no sheltering bower.\\nThou wilt be there, and not forsake,\\nTo turn the bitter pool\\nInto a bright and breezy lake,\\nThe throbbing brow to cool\\nHagar. See Genesis xxi. 1", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY AF:?ER CHRISTMAS. 41\\nTill left awhile with Thee alone\\nThe wilful heart be fain to own\\nThat He, by whom our bright hours shone.\\nOur darkness best may rule.\\nThe scent of water far away\\nUpon the breeze is flung\\nThe desert pelican to-day\\nSecurely leaves her young,\\nReproving thankless man, w^ho 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,^-\\nThe languid pulses Thou canst tell,\\nThe nerveless spirit tune.\\nThou from Whose cross in anguish burst\\nThe cry that own d thy dying thirst, f\\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 glado,\\nThe gate of Heaven unclose\\nSt. John iv. 6. f St. John xix. 2vS.\\n4*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00ac^t Cpipljang.\\nAnd, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before ^hein, tiQ\\nit came and stood over where the young Child was. When they sa-w th\u00c2\u00bb\\nstar, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. St. Matthew 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, nuTsing 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.\\nWhat matter if in calm old age\\nOur childhood s star again arise,\\nCrowning our lonely pilgrimage\\nWith all that cheers a wanderer s eyes\\nNe er may we lose it from our sight.\\nTill all our hopes and thoughts are led", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE EPIPHANY. 43\\nTo where it stays its lucid flight\\nOver our Saviour s lowly bed.\\nThere, swath d in humblest poverty,\\nOn Chastity s meek lap enshrined,\\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\\nLook on us, Lord, and take our parts\\nEven on Thy throne of purity\\nFrom these our proud yet grovelling hearts\\nHide not Thy mild forgiving eye.\\nDid not the Gentile Church find grace,\\nOur mother dear, this favour d day\\nWith gold and myrrh she sought Thy face,\\nNor didst Thou turn Thy face away\\nShe too,* in earlier, purer days,\\nHad watch d Thee gleaming faint and far\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut wandering in self-chosen ways\\nShe lost Thee quite. Thou lovely star.\\nYet had her Father s finger turn d\\nTo Thee her first inquiring glance\\nThe Patriarchal Church.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 THE CHRISTIAN YEAH.\\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 tenfold shame\\nOn us their fallen progeny.\\nWho sacrifice the blind and lame-\\nWho will not wake or fast wi4h Thee\\nJ^irst Sirabng after \u00c2\u00a9ptpljang.\\nThey shall spring np as among the grass, as -willows by the water\\ncourses. Isaiah xliv. 4.\\nLessons sweet of spring returning,\\nAVelcome to the thoughtful heart!\\nMay I call ye sense or learning,\\nInstinct pure, or heaven-taught art?\\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 iuAvard ear devout,\\nTouch d by light, with heavenly warning\\nYour transporting chords ring out.\\nMalachi i. 8.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "FIEST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPIIA.NY. 45\\nEvery leaf in every nook,\\nEvery wave in every brook,\\nChanting with a solemn voice,\\nMinds us of our better choice.\\nNeeds no show of mountain hoary,\\nWinding shore or deepening glen,\\nWhere the landscape in its glory\\nTeaches truth to wandering men\\nGive true hearts but earth and sky.\\nAnd some flowers to bloom and die,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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 displayed\\nEre her leaf can cast a shade.\\nThough the rudest hand assail her,\\nPatiently she droops awhile,\\nBut when showers and breezes hail her,\\nAVears again her willing smile.\\nThus I learn Contentment s powe\u00c2\u00bb\\nFrom the slighted willow bower,\\nReady to give thanks and live\\nOn the least that Heaven may give.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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.\\nSttonb Sunbag nikx \u00e2\u0082\u00acpipbang.\\nEvery man at the beginning doth set forth good wine and when men\\nhave well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good\\nwine until 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 flatterins voice.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 47\\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 boAvl\\nInfusing all that fires the breast,\\nAnd cheats th unstable soul.\\nAnd still, as loud the revel swells.\\nThe fever d pulse beats higher,\\nTill the sear d taste from foulest wells\\nIs fain to slake its fire.\\nUnlike the feast of heavenly love\\nSpread at the Saviour s word\\nFor souls that hear His call, and prove\\nMeet for His bridal board.\\nWhy should we fear, youth s draught of joy,\\nIf pure, would sparkle less\\nAVhy should the cup thcsooner 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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThe world would kill lier soon but Faith\\nHer daring dreams will cherish,\\nSpeeding her gaze o er time and death\\nTo realms where nought can perish.\\nOr is it Love, the dear delight\\nOf hearts that know no guile,\\nThat all around see all things bright\\nWith their own magic smile\\nThe silent joy, that sinks so deep,\\nOf confidence and rest,\\nLull d in a father s arms to sleep,\\nClasp d to a mother s breast?\\nWho, but a Christian, through all life\\nThat blessing may prolong\\nWho, through the world s sad day of strife,\\nStill chant his morning song\\nFathers may hate us or forsake,\\nGod s foundlings then are we\\nMother on child no pity take,*\\nBut we shall still have Thee.\\nWe may look home^ and seek in vain\\nA fond fraternal heart,\\nBut Christ hath given His promise plain\\nTo do a Brother s part.\\nCan a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not haT\u00c2\u00ab\\ncompassion on the son of her -svomb yea, they may forget, yet will 1\\nnot forget thee. laaiah xlix. 15.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 49\\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\\ngive us grace, to cast\\nOur lot with Thine, to trust Thy word,\\nAnd keep our best till last.\\nf Ijirb Sunbcig nitzx \u00c2\u00a9pipIjiTug.\\nWhen Jesus heard it, He marvelled, and said to them that followed,\\nVerily I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel\\nSt. Matthew viii. 10.\\nI iMARk 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,\\n6", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "60 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nI would revive it in my heart,\\nAnd vratch how light can find its way\\nTo regions farthest from the fount of day.\\nLight flashes in the gloomiest sky,\\nAnd Music in the dullest plain,\\nFor there the lark is soaring high\\nOver her flat and leafless reign.\\nAnd chanting in so blithe a tone,\\nIt shames the weary heart to feel itself alone.\\nBrighter than rainbow in the north,\\nMore cheery than the matin lark,\\nIs the soft gleam of Christian worth.\\nWhich on some holy house we mark;\\nDear to the pastor s aching heart\\nTo think, where er he looks, such gleam may have a\\npart\\nMay dwell, unseen by all but Heaven,\\nLike diamond blazing in the mine\\nFor ever, where such grace is given.\\nIt fears in open day to shine!*\\nLord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest enter under my roof.\\nSt. Lulie vii. 6.\\nFrom the first time that the impressions of religion settled deeply\\nin his miud, he used great caution to conceal it not only in obedience\\nto the rule given by our Saviour, of fasting, praying, and giving aluiS\\nin secret, but from a particular distrust he had of himself; for he said,\\nhe was afraid he should at some time or other do some enormous thing,\\nwhich, if he were looked on as a very religious man, might cast a re-\\nproach on the profession of it, and give great advantages to impious\\nmen to blaspheme the name of God.\\nBurnet s Life of Hale, in Wordsworth s Eccl. Biog. vi. 73.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 51\\nLest the deep stain it owns within\\nBreak out, and Faith be sham d by the believer s sin.\\nIn silence and afar they wait,\\nTo find a prayer their Lord may hear\\nVoice of the poor and desolate,\\nYou best may bring it to His ear.\\nYour grateful intercessions rise\\nWith more than royal pomp, and pierce the skies.\\nHappy the soul, whose precious cause\\nYou in the Sovereign Presence plead\\nThis 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 raisef\\nA home for prayer and love, and full harmonious\\npraise.\\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.\\nHe loveth our nation. St. Luke vii. 5.\\nt lie hath built us a synagogue. St. Lulce vii. 5.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "62 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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;*\\nRisen, may embalm His sacred name\\nWith all a Painter s art, and all a Minstrel s flame.\\nWorthless and lost our offerings seem,\\nDrops in the ocean of his praise\\nBut Mercy with her genial beam\\nIs ripening them to pearly blaze,\\nTo sparkle in His crown above.\\nWho welcomes here a child s as there an angel s love.\\nc^oitrtlj Sunbag nfUx 6ptpljang.\\nWhen they saw Him, they besought Him that He would depart out ;f\\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\\nSt. John xii. 7 xix. 31).", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANT. 63\\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.\\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,*\\nIs not the power as strange, the love as blest,\\nAs when lie said, Be still, and ocean sank to rest\\nWoe to the wayward heart,\\nThat gladlier turns to eye the shuddering start\\nOf Passion in her might,\\nThan marks the silent growth of grace and light\\n*St. Markv. 15;iv. 39.\\n5*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "64 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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,\\nAVho watch His eye, and hold His guiding hand\\nNot half so fix d, amid her vassal hills.\\nRises the holy pile that Kedron s valley fills.\\nAnd wilt thou seek again\\nThy howling waste, thy charnel-house and chain,\\nAnd with the demons be.\\nRather than clasp thine own Deliverer s knee\\nSure tis no 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 bid st thy Lord\\ndepart.\\nHe, merciful and mild.\\nAs erst, beholding, loves His wayward child;\\nWhen souls of highest birth\\nWaste their impassion d might on dreams of earth,\\nHe opens Nature s book.\\nAnd on His glorious Gospel bids them look.\\nTill by such chords, as rule the choirs above.\\nTheir lawless cries are tun d to hymns of perfect love.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "JUfTH iUMDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 66\\ncl^iftlj ^unbag after (gpipljang.\\nBehold, the Lord s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save neither\\nHis ear heavy, that it cannot hear: but your iniquities have separated\\nbetween you and your God. Isaiah lix. 1, 2.\\nMVake, 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\\nFet 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.\\nAge would to youth return,\\nFarther from Heaven would be,\\nTo feel the wildfire burn.\\nOn idolizing knee", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nAgain to fall, and rob Thy shrine\\nOf hearts, the right of love divine.\\nLord of this erring flock\\nThou whose soft showers distil\\nOn ocean waste or rock,\\nFree as on Hermon hill,\\nDo Thou our craven spirits cheer,\\nAnd shame away the selfish tear.\\nTwas silent all and dead*\\nBeside the barren sea.\\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,\\nReading a mournful lay\\nOf One who bore our shame, f\\nSilent Himself, His name untold,\\nAnd yet His glories were of old.\\nTo mus)B 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.\\nSee Acts viii. 26-40. t Isaiah liii. -8.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "PlTTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 57\\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,\\nStarting and turning pale\\nAt Rumour s angry din\\nNo storm can now assail\\nThe charm he wears within,\\nKejoicing 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 intercessor s part.\\nThy prayers and tears may earn", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "58 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nFor fallen souls some healing breath,\\nEre they have died th Apostate s death.\\nSu tlj Suttbag nikx 6pigljHng.\\nBeloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what\\nwe shall be but we know that, when He sliall appear, we shall be like\\nHim for we shall see Him as He is. 1 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 die.\\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.\\nTis so in war the champion true\\nLoves victory more, when dim in view", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 59\\nHe sees her glories gild afar\\nThe duskj edge of stubborn war,\\nThan if th untrodden bloodless field\\nThe harvest of her laurels yield\\nLet not thy 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 pledged her own and sure t abide\\nDearer than every past noon-day\\nThat twilight gleam to her, though faint and fai\\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.\\nSo frail a gem, it scarce may bear\\nThe playful touch of evening air\\nWhen hardier grown we love it less.\\nAnd trust it from our sight, not needing our caress.\\nAnd wherefore is the sweet spring tide\\nWorth all the changeful year beside\\nThe last-born babe, why lies its part\\nDeep in the mother s inmost heart\\nBut that the Lord and Source of love\\nWould have his weakest ever prove", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "60 THE CHRISTIAN TEA*.\\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,\\nA cloudless sun that softly shines,\\nBright maidens and unfailing vines,\\nThe warrior s pride, the hunter s mirth.\\nPoor fragments all of this low earth\\nSuch as in sleep would hardly soothe\\nA soul that once had tasted of immortal Truth.\\nWhat is the Heaven our God bestows\\nNo Prophet yet, no Angel knows\\nWas never yet created eye\\nCould see across Eternity\\nNot seraph s wing for ever soaring\\nCan pass the flight of souls adoring,\\nThat nearer still and nearer grow\\nTo th unapproached Lord, once made for them so\\nlow.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 61\\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.\\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.\\nSeptuagcsima Sxtnbag.\\nThe invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly\\nseen, being understood by the things that are made. Romans 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,\\n6", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "62 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 Avondrous race they run,\\nBut all their radiance, all their glow,\\nEach borrows of its Sun.\\nThe Saviour lends the light and heat\\nThat crowns His holy hill\\nThe saints, like stars, around His seat,\\nPerform their courses still.*\\nThe saints above are stars in Heaven\\nWhat are the saints on earth\\nLike trees they stand whom God has given,-j-\\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, J\\nIt steals in silence down\\nDaniel xii. 3. t Isaiah Ix. 21. X Psalm Ixviii. 9.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 63\\nBut where it lights, the favour d place\\nBy richest fruits is known.\\nOne Name above all glorious names\\nWith its ten thousand tongues\\nThe everlasting sea proclaims,\\nEchoing angelic songs.\\nThe raging Fire,* the roaring Wind,\\nThy boundless power display\\nBut in the gentler breeze we find\\nThy Spirit s viewless way.f\\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 everywhere.\\nHebrews xii. 29. t St. John iii. 3^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "64 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nSo He drov\u00c2\u00ab out the man and He placed at the east of the garden f\\nEden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep\\nthe way of the tree of life. Genesis iii. 24; compare chap. yI.\\nFoe of mankind too bold thy race\\nThou rimn 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,\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY. 65\\nYet mingled with the penal shower\\nSome drops of balm in every bower\\nSteal down like April dews, that softest fall and first\\nIf filial and maternal love\\nMemorial of our guilt must prove,\\nIf sinful babes in sorrow must be born,\\nYet, to assuage her sharpest throes,-\\nThe faithful mother surely knows,\\nThis was the vray thou cam st to save the world\\nforlorn.\\nIf blessed wedlock may not blessf\\nWithout some tinge of bitterness\\nTo dash her cup of joy, since Eden lost,\\nChaining to earth with strong desire\\nHearts that would highest else aspire,\\nAnd o er the tenderer sex usurping ever most\\nYet by the light of Christian lore\\nTis blind Idolatry no more.\\nBut a sweet help and pattern of true love.\\nShowing how best the soul may cling\\nTo her immortal Spouse and King,\\nHow He should rule, and she with full desire approve.\\nIf niggard Earth her treasures hide, J\\nTo all but labouring hands denied.\\nLavish of thorns and worthless weeds alone,\\nIn sorrow thou shalt bring forth children.\\nt Thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee\\nX Cursed is the ground for thy sake.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "6fi THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThe doom is half in mercy given\\nTo train us in our way to Heaven,\\nAnd show our lagging souls how glory must be won.\\nIf on the sinner s outward framed\\nGod hath impress d his mark of blame,\\nAnd even our bodies shrink at touch of light,\\nYet mercy hath not left us bare.\\nThe very weeds we daily wearf\\nAre to Faith s eye a pledge of God s forgiving might.\\nAnd oh if yet one arrow more, J\\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 happ} garden still was left.\\nThe fiery sword that guarded show d it too,\\nTurning all ways, the world to teach,\\nThat though as yet beyond our reach,\\nStill in its place the tree of life and glory grew.\\nI was afraid, because I was naked.\\nt The Lord God made coats of skins, and clothed them.\\nX Thou shalt surely die.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 67\\nI d 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,\\n*Long 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.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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 reveaVd\\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 Patriarcn s eye,\\nIn all th emerging hills so green,\\nIn all the brightening sky\\nWhat but the gentle rainbow s gleam,\\nSoothing the wearied sight,\\nThat cannot bear the solar beam,\\nWith soft undazzling light\\nLord, if our fathers turn d to Thee\\nWith such adoring gaze,\\nWondering frail man Thy light should se\u00c2\u00a9\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "ASn-WEDNESDAY. 69\\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.\\nGod, by His bow, vouchsafes to write\\nThis truth in Heaven above\\nAs every lovely hue is Light,\\nSo every grace is Love.\\nWhen thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face that then\\nappear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret.\\nSt. Matthew vi. 17, 18.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "70 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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 cou d not save V\\nThus oft the mourner s wayward heart\\nTempts him to hide his grief and die.\\nToo feeble for Confession s smart,\\nToo proud to bear a pitying eye\\nHow sweet, in that dark hour, to fall\\nOn bosoms waiting to receive\\nOur sighs, and gently whisper all\\nThey love us will not God forgive\\nElse let us keep our fast within,\\nTill Heaven and we are quite alone,\\nThen let the grief, the shame, the sin,\\nBefore the mercy-seat be thrown.\\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-hoars drear,\\nWTierefore should thej say among tho people, Where is their Gocl f\\nJoel ii. 17.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "ASH-WEDNESDAY. 71\\nWhen racking tlioughts the heart assail,\\nThe glimmering stars by turns appear,\\nAnd from th eternal home above\\nAVitli silent news of mercy steal\\nSo Angels pause on tasks of love,\\nTo look where sorrowing sinners kneel.\\nOr if no Angel pass that way,\\nHe who in secret sees, perchance\\nMay bid His own heart-warming ray\\nToward thee stream with kindlier glance,\\nAs when upon His drooping head\\nHis Father s light was pour d from Heaven,\\nWhat time, unshelter d and unfed,\\nFar in the wild His steps were driven.\\nHigh thoughts were with Him in that hour,\\nUntold, unspeakable on earth\\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\\nSt. Matthew iy. 1.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\n(first Sunbag in ITeui\\nHaste thee, escape thither for I cannot do anything till thou be come\\nthither. Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar.\\nGenesis xiz. 22.\\nAngel of wrath why linger in mid air,\\nWlr.le the devoted city s cry\\nLouder and louder swells? and canst thou spare,\\nThy full-charg d vial standing by\\nThus, with stern voice, unsparing Justice pleads\\nHe hears her not with soften d gaze\\nHis eye is following where sweet Mercy leads,\\nAnd till she give the sign, his fury stays.\\nGuided by her, along the mountain road,\\nFar through the twilight of the morn,\\nWith hurrying footsteps from th accurs d abode\\nHe sees the holy household borne\\nAngels, or more, on either hand are nigh,\\nTo speed them o er the tempting plain,\\nLingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye\\nSeeking how near they may unharm d remain.\\nAh! wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair?\\nAnd why, through every woodland arch,\\nSwells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare.\\nWhere Jordan winds his stately march\\nIf all must be forsaken, ruin d all,\\nIf God have planted but to burn\\nSurely not yet th avenging shower will fall,\\nThough to my home for one last look I turn.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 73\\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 ape wean d entire^\\nThus, by the merits of one righteous man,\\nThe Church, our Zoar, shall abide.\\nTill she abuse, so sore, her lengthen d span.\\nEven Mercy s self her face must hide.\\nThen, onward yet a step, thou hard-won soul\\nThough in the Church thou know thy place,\\nThe mountain farther lies there seek thy goal.\\nThere breathe at large, o erpast thy dangerous race\\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 Launt of all affections pure\\n7", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "T4 THE CHUISTIAN YEAR.\\nYet in the world even these abide, and we\\nAbove the world our calling boast\\nOnce gain the mountain top, and thou art free\\nTill then, whr ftst, presume who turn to look, are\\nlost.\\nSeconir Sitnbag m ^znt\\nAnd when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great\\nand exceeding bitter erj, and said unto his father, Bless me, even me\\nalso, O my father. Genesis xxA ii, 34. (Compare Hebrews xii. 17. He\\nfound no place of repentance, though he sought it carefully with tears.*)\\n*^And 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.\\nWill the storm hear the sailor s piteous cry,f\\nTaught to mistrust, too late, the tempting wave,\\nThe author earnestly hopes, that nothing in these stanzas will be\\nunderstood to express any opinion as to the general efficacy of what is\\ncalled a death-bed repentance. Such questions are best left in the\\nmiirciful obscurity with which Scripture has en-v eloped them. Esau s\\nprobation, as far as his birthright was concerned, was quite over when\\nhe uttered the cry in the text. Ilis despondency, therefore, is n\u00c2\u00a9i^ par-\\nallel to anything on this side the grave.\\nt Compare Bp. Butler s Analogy, p. 54-64, ed. 1736.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. 75\\nWhen all around he sees but sea and sky,\\nA God in anger, a self-chosen grave\\nOr will the thorns, that strew intemperance bed,\\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 frora 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\\nOf old they lean d on Thy eternal word.\\nBut with the sinner s fear their hope departs,\\nFast link d as Thy great Name to Thee, Lord:\\nThat Name, by which Thy faithful oath is past.\\nThat we should endless be, for joy or woe:\\nAnd if the treasures of Thy wrath could waste,\\nThy lovers must their promis d Heaven forego.\\nBut ask of elder days, earth s vernal hour.\\nWhen in familiar talk God s voice was heard.\\nWhen at the Patriarch s call the fiery shower\\nPropitious o er the turf-built shrine appear d.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWatch by our father Isaac s pastoral door\\nThe birthright sold, the blessing lost and won,\\nTell, Heaven has wrath that can relent no more,\\nThe Grave, dark deeds that cannot be undone.\\nWe barter life for pottage sell true bliss\\nFor wealth or power, for pleasure or renown\\nThus, Esau-like, our Father s blessing miss.\\nThen wash with fruitless tears our faded crown.\\nOur faded crown, despis d and flung aside,\\nShall on some brother s brow immortal bloom,\\nNo partial hand the blessing may misguide\\nNo flattering fancy change our Monarch s doom\\nHis righteous doom, that meek true-hearted Love\\nThe everlasting birthright should receive.\\nThe softest dews drop on her from above,*\\nThe richest green her mountain garland weave\\nHer brethren, mightiest, wisest, eldest-born,\\nBow to her sway, and move at her behest\\nIsaac s fond blessing may not fall on scorn,\\nNor Balaam s curse on Love, which God hath blest,\\nGenesis xxvii. 27, 28.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. 77\\nCbirir Snnbag in JTtnt.\\nWheu a strong man armed keepeth Ms palace, his goods are in peace:\\nfcut when a stronger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him,\\nhetaketh from him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his\\nspoils. St. Zu 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 redeem 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 father s tombs\\nA land that drinks the rain of Heaven at will.\\nWhose waters kiss the feet of many a vine-clal\\nhill\\nOft as they watch d, at thoughtful eve,\\nA gale from bowers of balm\\n7*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 de-\\nlight.\\nAnd now another Canaan yields\\nTo Thine all-conquering ark;\\nFly from the old poetic fields,*\\nYe Paynim shadows dark\\nImmortal Greece, dear land of glorious lays,\\nLo here the unknown God of thy unconscious\\npraise\\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\\nBards were given.\\nWhere each old poetic mountain\\nInspiration breathed around. Gray,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 79\\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 dear,\\nNor flower in classic grove,\\nThere s not a sweet note warbled here,\\nBut minds us of Thy Love.\\nLord, our Lord, and spoiler of our foes,\\nThere is no light but Thine with Thee all beauty\\nglows.\\n^f Durllj ^uubag in ^tnt\\nJoseph made haste for his bowels did yearn upon his brother and he\\nlought where to weep and he entered into his chamber, and wept\\nthere. Genesis xliii. 30.\\nThere stood no man with him, while Joseph made himself known\\nunto his brethren. Genesis 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,\\nN5r soil d by ruder breath?", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "80 THE CHRISTIAN YEAK.\\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.\\nBut there s a sweeter flower than e er\\nBlush d on the rosy spray\\nA brighter star, a richer bloom\\nThan e er did western heaven illume\\nAt close of summer day.\\nTis Love, the last best gift of Heaven\\nLove gentle, holy, pure\\nBut tenderer than a dove s soft eye,\\nThe searching sun, the open sky,\\nShe never could endure.\\nEven human Love will shrink from sight\\nHere in the coarse rude earth\\nHow then should rash intruding glance\\nBreak in upon her bctcred trance\\nWho boasts a heavenly birth\\nSo still and secret is her growth,\\nEver the truest heart,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "FOURTH STJNDAY IN LENT. 81\\nWhere deepest strikes her kindly root\\nFor hope or joy, for flower or fruit,\\nLeast knows its happy part.\\nGod only, and good angels, Icok\\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 colors 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.\\nHe could not trust his melting soul\\nBut in his Maker s sight", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "82 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR\\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.\\nAnd Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why\\nthe bush is not burnt. Exodus iii. 3.\\nTh historic Muse, from age to age,\\nThrough many a waste heart-sickening page\\nHath trac d .he 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- was wrapt in flame\\nBright without blaze it went and came\\nWho would not turn and see\\nSeneh said to be a sort of Acacia.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT.\\nAlong the mountain ledges green\\nThe scatter d sheep at will may glean\\nThe Desert s spicy stores\\nThe while, with undivided heart,\\nThe shepherd talks with God apart,\\nAnd, as he talks, adores.\\nYe too, who tend Christ s wildering flock,\\nWell may ye gather round the rock\\nThat once was Sion s hill:\\nTo watch the fire upon the mount\\nStill blazing, like the solar fount.\\nYet unconsuming still.\\nCaught from that blaze by wrath divine,\\nLost branches of the once-loved vine.\\nNow wither d, spent, and sere.\\nSee Israel s sons, like glowing brands,\\nTost wildly o er a thousand lands\\nFor twice a thousand year.\\nGod will not quench nor slay them quite,\\nBut lifts them like a beacon light\\nTh apostate Church to scare\\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 j\\n88", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "84 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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,-^ 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 ;f\\nHe is come down to break their chain\\nTh )ugh never more on Sion s fane\\nHis visible ensign wave\\nSt. Mark ix. 49. f Exodus iii. 7 8.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "PALM SUNDAY. 95\\n^Tis 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.\\nAnd He answered and said tinto them, I tell you that, if these should\\nhold their 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\\n8", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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, tj lead\\nHis Hosannas here below\\nMount, and claim your glorious meed;\\nLinger not with sin and woe.\\nBut if ye should hold your peace,\\nDeem not that the song would cease\\nAngels round his glory-throne,\\nStars, His guiding hand that OAvn,\\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\\nTh( sacred soul-enthralling strain,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "MONDAY BEFORE EASTER. 87\\n(As in this bad world below\\nNoblest things find vilest using,)\\nThen, Thy power and mercy show,\\nIn vile things noble breath infusing\\nThen waken into sound divine\\nThe very pavement of Thy shrine,\\nTill we, like Heaven s star-sprinkled floor,\\nFaintly give back what we adore\\nChildlike though the voices be,\\nAnd untunable the parts,\\nThou wilt own the minstrelsy.\\nIf it flow from childlike hearts.\\npnnbag bdoxz ndtx.\\nDoubtless Thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of us, and\\nIsrUel acknowledge us not. Isaiah Ixiii. 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 ii. weal or woe.\\nStrange to our ears the church-bells of our home,\\nThe fragrance of our old paternal fields\\nIliad, vi. 429.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "88 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nMay be forgotten and the time may come\\nWhen the babe s kiss no sense of pleasure yields\\nEven to the doting mother but thine own\\nThou never canst forget, nor leave alone.\\nThere are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,\\nNone loves them best 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.\\nThou art as much His care, as if beside\\nNor man nor angel liv d in Heaven or earth\\nThus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide\\nTo light up worlds, or wake an insect s mirth\\nThey shine and shine with unexhausted store\\nThou art thy Saviour s darling seek no more.\\nOn thee and thine, thy warfare and thine end,\\nEven in His hour of agony He thought,\\nWhen, ere the final pang His soul should rend,\\nThe ransom d spirits one by one were brought\\nTo His mind s eye two silent nights and days*\\nIn calmness for His far-seen hour he stays.\\nYe vaulted cells, where martyr d seers of old\\nFar in the rocky walls of Sion sleep,\\nIn Passion week, from Tuesday evening to Thursday evening dup\\ning which time Scripture seems to be nearly silent concerning ouf\\nSavijur s proceeding?", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "MONDAY BEFORE EA ITER. 89\\nGreen terraces and arched fountains cold,\\nWhere lies the cypress shade so still and deep,\\nDear sacred haunts of glory and of woe,\\nHelp us, one hour, to trace His musings high and low.\\nOne heart-ennobling hour It may not be\\nTh unearthly thoughts have pass d from earth\\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 here.\\nThere is a spot within this sacred dale\\nThat felt Thee kneeling touch d Thy prostrate\\nbrow\\nOne Angel knows it. 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 i within a guardian spell\\nTo chase repining fancies, as they rise,\\nLike birds of evil wing, to mar our sacrifice.\\nSo dreams the heart self flattering, fondly dreams\\nElse wherefore, when the bitter waves o erflow,\\nMiss we the light, Gethsemane, that streams\\nFrom thy dear name, where in His page of woe", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "90 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nIt shines, a pale kind star in winter s sky\\nWho vainly reads it there, in vain had seen Him die.\\nS^uesbag htioxt \u00c2\u00aeaster\u00c2\u00bb\\nriiey gave Him to drink wine mingled with myrrh but He received It\\nnot. ,S^^ 3Iark xv. 23.\\nFill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour\\nThe dews oblivious for the Cross is sharp,\\nThe Cross is sharp, and He\\nIs tenderer than a lamb.\\nHe wept by Lazarus grave how will He bear\\nThis bed of anguish and His pale weak form\\nIs worn with many a watch\\nOf sorrow and unrest.\\nHis sweat last night was as great drops of blood,\\nAnd the sad burthen press d Him so to earth,\\nThe very torturers paus d\\nTo help Him on His way.\\nFill high the bowl, benumb His aching sense\\nWith medicin d sleep. awful in Thy woe!\\nThe parching thirst of death\\nIs on Thee, and Thou triest\\nThe slumb rous potion bland, and wilt not drink\\nNo^ sullen, nor in scorn, like haughty man\\nWith suicidal hand\\nPutting his solace by", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "TUESDAY BEFORE EASTER. 91\\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.\\nmost entire and perfect sacrifice,\\nRenew d in every pulse\\nThat on the tedious Cross\\nTold the long hours of death, as, one by one,\\nThe life-strings of that tender heart gave way\\nEven sinners, taught by Thee,\\nLook Sorrow in the face.\\nAnd bid her freely welcome, unbeguil d\\nBy false kind solaces, and spells of earth\\nAnd yet not all unsooth d\\nFor when was Joy so dear,\\nAs the deep calm that breath d, Father, forgive,*^\\nOr, ^e with Me in Paradise to-day V^\\nAnd, though the strife be sore,\\nYet in His parting breath", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92 THE :;hristian year.\\nLove masters Agony the soul that seem*d\\nForsaken, feels her present God again,\\nAnd in her Father s arms\\nContented dies away.\\nIKeirn^sbag before \u00c2\u00aea$to.\\nSaying, Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me never*\\ntheless not My M^ill, hut Thine, be done. St. Luke xxii. 42.\\nLord my God, do Thou Thy holy will\\nI will lie still\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\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,\\nBl.nd guide with siren voice, and blinding aL\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "WEDNESDAY BEFORE EASTER. yd\\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,*\\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,\\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.\\nthat little coronet or special reward -which God hath pre-\\npared (extraordinary and besides the great Crown of all faithful souls)\\nfor those who ha e not defiled themselves with women, but follow the\\n(virgin) Lan b for ever. Bp. Taylor, Holy Living, c. xi. sect. 3.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "94 THE CHRISTIAN YEAE.\\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 fulfiU 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 everywhere 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.\\nTo the still wrestlings of the lonely heart\\nHe doth impart\\nThe virtue of His midnight agony,\\nAVhen 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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THUESDAY BEFORE EASTER. 95\\nFather not my will, but Thine be done\\nSo spake the Son.\\nBe this our charm, mellowing Earth s ruder noise\\nOf griefs and joys\\nThat we may cling for ever to Thy breast\\nIn perfect rest\\nSi^ursbag before \u00c2\u00a9aster.\\nAt the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth,\\nand I am come to she^r thee for thou art greatly beloved therefore\\nunderstand the matter, and consider the vision. Daniel 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* toward his darling west,\\nMourning the ruin d home he still must love the best.\\nOh for a love like Daniel s now,\\nTo wing to Heaven but one strong prayer,\\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 bla-\\nzonry.\\nDaniel vi. 10.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "96 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nTis true, nor winter stays thy growth,\\nNor torrid summer s sickly smile\\nThe flashing billows of the south\\nBreak not upon so lone an isle,\\nBut thou, rich vine, art grafted there,\\nThe fruit of death or life to bear,\\nYielding a surer witness every day.\\nTo thine Almighty Author and His steadfast sway.\\nOh grief to think, that grapes of gall\\nShould cluster round thine healthiest shoot!\\nGod s herald prove a heartless thrall,\\nWho, if he dard, would fain be mute\\nEven such is this bad world we see,\\nWhich self-condemn d in owning Thee,\\nYet dares not open farewell of Thee take.\\nFor very pride, and her high-boasted Reason s sake.\\nWhat do we then if far and wide\\nMen kneel to Christ, the pure and meek,\\nYet rage with passion, swell with pride,\\nHave we not still our faith to seek\\nNay but in steadfast 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\\nalive.\\nDark frown d the future even on him,\\nThe loving and beloved Seer,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "GOOD FRIDAY. 97\\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.\\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. f\\nHe is despised and rejected of men. Isaiah 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\\nDaniel xii. 13. See Bp. Kenn s Sermon on the character of Daniel,\\nt Thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days.\\nDaniel xii. 13*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "98 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nSooner than where the Easter sun\\nShines glorious on 3^on open grave,\\nAnd to and fro the tidings run,\\n*Who died to heal, is ris n to save\\nSooner than where upon the Saviour s friends\\nThe very Comforter in light and love descends\\nYet so it is for duly there\\nThe bitter herbs of earth are set,\\nTill temper d by the Saviour s prayer,\\nAnd with the Saviour s life-blood wet,\\nThey turn to sweetness, and drop holy balm,\\nSoft as imprison d martyr s deathbed calm.\\nAll turn to sweet but most of all\\nThat bitterest to the lip of pride.\\nWhen hopes presumptuous fade and fall.\\nOr Friendship scorns us, duly tried.\\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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "EASTER DAT. Vy\\nHe who with one rough word,-^ some early day,\\nTheir idol world and them shall sweep for aye awaj\\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.\\nshame beyond the bitterest thought\\nThat evil spirit ever fram d,\\nThat sinners know what Jesus wrought.\\nYet feel their haughty hearts untam d\\nThat souls in refuge, holding by the Cross,\\nShould wince and fret at this world s little loss.\\nLord of my heart, by Thy last cry,\\nLet not Thy blood on earth be spent\\nLo, at Thy feet I fainting lie.\\nMine eyes upon Thy wounds are bent,\\nUpon Thy streaming wounds my weary eyes\\nWait like the parched earth on April skies.\\nWash me, and dry these bitter tears,\\nlet my heart no further roam,\\nTis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears.\\nLong since call thy wanderer home\\nTo that dear home, safe in Thy wounled side.\\nWhere only broken hearts their sin and shame may\\nhide.\\nWisdom of Solomon xii. 9.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "100 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\n\u00c2\u00a9aster \u00c2\u00aefre.\\nAa for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thj\\nprisoners out of the pit wherein is no water. Zechariah ix. 11.\\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\\nGround 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\\n^yake Abraham to rejoice,\\nOr in some drearier scene Thine eye controls\\nThe thronging band of souls\\nThat, as Thy blood won earth. Thine agony\\nMight set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow free.\\nWhere er Thou roam st, one happy soul, we know,\\nSeen at Thy side in woe,-^-\\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.\\nSt. Luke xxiii. 43.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "EASTER EVE. 101\\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.\\nKnow them by look and voice, and thank them all\\nFor helping us in thrall,\\nFor words of hope, and bright examples given\\nTo show through moonless skies that there is light in\\nHeaven.\\ncome 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 prisonei s heart be faithful found and t^-ue.\\nWhen tears are spent, and thou art left alone\\nWith ghosts of blessings gone,\\n9*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nPrisoner of hope thou art--- look up and sing\\nIn hope of promis d spring.\\nAs in the pit his father s darling layf\\nBeside the desert way,\\nAnd knew not how, but knew his God would save\\nEven from that living grave,\\nSo, buried with our Lord, we ll close our eye^\\nTo the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise.\\nAnd as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth,\\nthey said unto them. Why seek ye the living among the dead He if\\nnot here, but is risen. St. LuJce 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\\nTurn ye to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope. Zechariah ix. 12.\\nt They took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was empty,\\nthere was no water in it. Genesis xxxvii. 24.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "EASTEE DAY 103\\nEntlironed in thy sovereign sphere\\nThou shedd st thy light on all the year\\nSundays by thee more glorious break,\\nAn Easter Da;y m 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.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "104 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWe watch not now tlie lifeless stone\\nOur only Lord is risen and gone.\\nYet even the lifeless stone is dear\\nFor thoughts of Him who late lay here\\nAnd the base world, now Christ hath died.\\nEnnobled is and glorified.\\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 everywhere 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\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "MONDAY IN EASTER WEEK. 105\\nSo is it stiH to holy tears,\\nIn lonely hours, Christ risen appears\\nIn social hours, who Christ would see\\nMust turn all tasks to Charity.\\nPonbag in \u00c2\u00a9aste Mttk\\nOf a truth I p erceive 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 foretell,\\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 urn\\nReclining night and day.\\nMid reeds and mountain fern,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": ".06 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nNurses her store, -with thine to blend\\nWhen many a moor and glen are past,\\nThen in the wide sea end\\nTheir spotless lives at last\\nEven so, the 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 tearss\\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.\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK. 107\\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\\nSu^sbag ht mkx Wink\\nAnd they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy;\\nand did run to bring His disciples word. St. Mattheio xxviii. 8.\\nTO THE SNOW-DROP.\\nThdu first-born of the year s delight,\\nPride of the dewy glade,\\nIn vernal green and virgin white,\\nThy vestal robes, array d", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nTis not because thy drooping form\\nSinks graceful on its nest,\\nWhen chilly shades from gathering storxQ\\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 Fai^cy bode a joyous year,\\nOne of Life s fairy isles.\\nThey twinkle to the wintry moon,\\nAnd cheer th ungenial day,\\nAnd tell us, all will glisten soon\\nAs green and bright as they.\\nIs there a heart, that loves the spring,\\nTheir witness can refuse\\nYet mortals doubt, when angels bring\\nFrom Heaven their Easter news\\nV/hen 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "TUESD^f IN EASTER WEEK. 109\\nLet Pleasure go, put Care apart,\\nAnd to His presence speed;\\nWe smile in scorn and yet we know\\nThey early sought the tomb,\\nTheir hearts, that now so freshly glow,\\nLost in desponding gloom.\\nThey who have sought, nor hope to find,\\nWear not so bright a glance\\nThey, who have won their earthly mind.\\nLess reverently advance.\\nBut where, in gentle spirits, fear\\nAnd joy so duly meet,\\nThese sure have seen the angels near,\\nAnd kiss d the Saviour s feet.\\nNor let the Pastor s thankful eye\\nTheir faltering tale disdain,\\nAs on their lowly couch they lie,\\nPrisoners of want and pain.\\nguide 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.\\n10", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "110 THE CHRISTIAN YEAH.\\n^ix^t Suitbag after 6aster.\\nSeemeth it but a small thing unto you, that the God of Israel hath\\nseparated you from the congref^ation of Israel, to bring you near to\\niHimself Numbers 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.\\nI thought it scorn with Thee to dwell,\\nA Hermit in a silent cell,\\nWhile, gaily sweeping by.\\nWild Fancy blew his bugle strain.\\nAnd marshall d all his gallant train\\nIn the world s wondering eye.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. Ill\\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,\\n\\\\Vith incense of pure heart s desire\\nTo heap the censer s sacred fire,\\nThe snow-white Ephod wear\\nWhy should we crave the worldling s wreath.\\nOn whom the Saviour deign d to breathe,\\nTo whom His keys were given.\\nWho lead the choir where angels meet.\\nWith angels food our brethren greet,\\nAnd pour the drink of Heaven\\nWhen sorrow all our heart would ask.\\nWe need not shun our daily task.\\nAnd hide ourselves for calm\\nThe herbs we seek to heal our woe\\nFamiliar by our pathway grow,\\nOur common air is balm.\\nAround each pure domestic shrine\\nBright flowers of Eden bloom and twine,\\nOur hearths are altars all", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "112 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nThe prayers of hungry souls and poofj\\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.\\njoys, 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.\\nHe hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the know-\\nledge of the Most High, which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling\\ninto a trance, but having his eyes open: I shall see Him, but not now:\\nr shall behold Him, but not nigh: there shall come a star out of Jacob,\\nand a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners ot\\nMoab, and destroy all the children of Sheth. Numbers xxiv. lo^ 17.\\nFOR a sculptor s hand.\\nThat thou might st take thy stand\\nThy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 113\\nThy tranc d yet open gaze\\nFix d on the desert haze,\\nA.S 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.\\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.\\n10*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "114 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWe in the tents abide\\nWhich he at distance eyed\\nLike goodly cedars by the waters spread,\\nWhile seven red altar-fires\\nRose up in wavy spires,\\nWhere on the mount he watch d his sorceries dark\\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 darkened\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 115\\nSceptre and Star divine,\\nWho in Thine inmost shrine\\nHast made us worshippers, claim Thine own\\nMore than Thy seers we know\\nteach our love to grow\\nUp to Thy heavenly light, and reap what Thou hast\\nA womaa \\\\^hen she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is\\ncome but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no\\nmore the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world.\\nSt. John 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\\nbreath,\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "116 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nShame on tlie heart that dreams of blessings gone,\\nOr wakes the spectral forms of woe and crime,\\nWhen nature sings of joy and hope alone,\\nReading her cheerful lesson in her own sweet time.\\nNor let the proud heart say,\\nIn her self-torturing hour.\\nThe travail pangs must have their way,\\nThe aching brow must lower.\\nTo us long since the glorious Child is born,\\nOur throes should be forgot, or only seem\\nLike a sad vision told for joy at morn.\\nFor joy that we have wak d and found it but a dream.\\nMysterious to all thought\\nA mother s prime of bliss,\\nWhen to her eager lips is brought\\nHer infant s thrilling kiss.\\nnever shall it set, the sacred light\\nWhich dawns that moment on her tender gaze.\\nIn the eternal distance blending bright\\nHer darling s hope and hers, for love and joy and\\npraise.\\nNo need for her to weep\\nLike Thracian wives of yore.\\nSave when in rapture still and deep\\nHer thankful heart runs o er.\\nThey mourn d to trust their treasure on the main,\\nSure of the storm, unknowing of their guide", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 117\\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.\\n(f ourtlj Swnbag after \u00c2\u00a9aster.\\nNevertheless I tell you the truth It is expedient for you that I go\\naway: for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but\\nif I depart, 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 closed 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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "8 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 sights\\nThy shadowy car Avent soaring on\\nThey track d Thee up th abyss of light.\\nThou bid 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 g ang gain.\\nThe days of hope and prayer are past,\\nThe day of comfort dawns at last,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "FOuitTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 119\\nThe eyerlasting gates again\\nRoll back, and, lo a royal train\\nFrom the far depth of light once more\\nThe floods of glory earth-ward 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\u00c2\u00bb\\nAnd darted to its place of rest\\nOn some meek brow of Jesus blest.\\nNor fades it yet, that living gleam,\\nAnd still those lambent lightnings stream\\nWhere er the Lord is, there are they\\nIn every heart that gives them room.\\nThey light His altar every day,\\nZeal to inflame, and vice consume.\\nSoft as the plumes of Jesus Dove\\nThey nurse the soul to heavenly love\\nThe struggling spark of good within,\\nJust smother d in the strife of sin.\\nThey quicken to a timely glow.\\nThe pure flame spreading high and low.\\nSaid I, that prayer and hope were o*er\\nNay, blessed Spirit but by Thee\\nThe Church s prayer finds wings to soar,\\nThe Church s hope find eyes to see.\\nThen, fainting soul, arise and sing\\nMount, but be sober on the wing", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "120 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nJxftlj Sunbag nitzx (S)U$kx.\\nBOGATION SUNDAY.\\nAnd the Lord was very angry -with Aaron to have destroyed him\\nand I prayed for Aaron also the same time. Deuteronomy 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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. i21\\nYet hath not man his lesson learn d,\\nHow endless love should he return d.\\nDeep is the silence as of summer noon,\\nWhen a soft shower\\nWill trickle soon,\\nA gracious rain, freshening the weary bower\\nsweetly then far off is heard\\nThe clear note of some lonely bird.\\nSo let Thy turtle-dove s sad call arise\\nIn doubt and fear\\nThrough darkening skiets,\\nAnd pierce, Lord, Thy justly-sealed ear,\\nWhere on the house-top,* 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,, f but with intenser cry,\\nUpon the mount\\nShe now must lie.\\nTill Thy dear love to blot the sad account\\nPsalm cii. 7.\\n1 1 fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as I fell\\ndown at the first. Deuteronomy ix. 25.\\n11", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "122 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nOf her rebellious race be won,\\nPitying the mother in the son.\\nBut chiefly (for she kn(?ws Thee anger d worst\\nBy holiest things\\nProfan d and curst)\\nChiefly for Aaron s seed she spreads her wings.\\nIf but one leaf she may from Thee\\nWin of the reconciling tree.\\nFor what shall heal, when holy water banes\\nOr who may guide\\nO er desert plains\\nThy lov d yet sinful people wandering wide,\\nIf Aaron s hand unshrinking mould*\\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\\nDescei ding down the lightning s path.\\nExodus xxxii. 4.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "ASCENSION DAY. 123\\nret, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause.\\nIn act to break^\\nThine outrag d laws,\\nspare 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.\\ngistension gag.\\nWhy stand ye gazing up into Heaven this same Jesus, which is\\ntaken up from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye\\nhave seen Him go into Heaven. Acts i. 11.\\nSoft cloud, that while the breeze of May\\nChants her glad matins in the leafy arch,\\nExodus xxxii. 19.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "124 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nDraw s! 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 th uncumber d sight,\\nHeaven will o ercome th attraction of my birth,\\nAnd I shall sink in yonder sea of light\\nTill resting by th incarnate Lord,\\nOnce bleeding, now triumphant for my sake,\\nI mark Him, how by seraph hosts ador d.\\nHe to earth s lowest cares is still awake.\\nThe sun and every vassal star.\\nAll space, beyond the soar of angel wings.\\nWait on His word and yet He stays His car\\nFor every sigh a contrite suppliant brings.\\nHe listens to the silent tear\\nFor all the anthems of the boundless sky\\nAnd shall our dreams of music bar our ear\\nTo his s ul-piercing voice for ever nigh", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 125\\nNay, gracious Saviour but as now\\nOur thoughts have trac d Thee to Thy glory-throne,\\nSo help us evermore with Thee to bow\\nWhere human sorrow breathes her lowly moan.\\nWe must not stand to gaze too long,\\nThough on unfolding Heaven our gaze we bend,\\nWhere lost behind the bright angelic throng\\nWe see Christ s entering triumph slow ascend.\\nNo fear but we shall soon behold,\\nFaster than now it fades, that gleam revive,\\nWhen issuing from his cloud of fiery gold\\nOur wasted frames feel the true sun, and live..\\nThen shall we see Thefe as Thou art,\\nFor ever fix d in no unfruitful gaze,\\nBut such as lifts the new-created heart,\\nAge after age, in worthier love and praise.\\nS\u00c2\u00abnbag nikx ^sanston.\\nAs every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same sue U\\nanother, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.\\n1 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\\n11*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "126 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 distilFd\\nIn Eden, on th ambrosial bowers\\nYet nought we yield.\\nLargely Thou givest, gracious Lord,\\nLargely Thy gifts should be restor d;\\nFreely Thou givest, and Thy word\\nIs, Freely give.\\nHe only, who forgets to hoard,\\nHas learn d to live.\\nWisely Thou givest all around\\nThine equal rays are resting found,\\n^Yet varying so on various ground\\nThey pierce and strike,\\nThat not two roseate cups are crown d\\nWith dew alike\\nEven so, in silence, likest Thee,\\nSteals on scft-handed Charity,\\nSt. Matthew x. 8.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 12i\\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 blarr\u00c2\u00bbe,\\nTo starving bodies food and flame,\\nBy turns she brings.\\nTo humbled souls, that sink for shame.\\nLends heaven-ward wings\\nLeads them the way our Saviour went.\\nAnd shows Love s treasure yet unspent\\nAs when tli 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 sbrine.\\nWhere stands the Healer of all wrongs\\nIn light divine", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "128 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nAnd suddenly there canfie a sound from Heaven as of a rushing mighty\\nwind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there\\nappeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each\\naf them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Acts ii. 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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "WHITSUNDAY. 129\\nAround the trembling mountain s base\\nThe prostrate people lay\\nA day of wrath, and not of grace\\nA dim and dreadful day.\\nBut when He came the second time,\\nHe came in power and love,\\nSofter than gale at morning prime\\nHover d His holy Dove.\\nThe fires that rush d on Sinai down\\nIn sudden torrents dread,\\nNow gently light, a glorious crown,\\nOn every sainted head.\\nLike arrows went those lightnings forth\\nWing d with the sinner s doom,\\nBut these, like tongues, o er all the earth\\nProclaiming life to come\\nAnd as on Israel s awe-struck ear\\nThe voice exceeding loud,\\nThe trump, that angels quake to hear,\\nThrill d from the deep, dark cloudy\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "130 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nConscience gives back th appalling tone;\\nTis echoed in the heart.\\nIt fills the Church of God it fills\\nThe sinful world around\\nOnly in stubborn hearts and wills\\nNo place for it is found.\\nTo other strains our souls are set\\nA giddy whirl of sin\\nFills ear and brain, and will not let\\nHeaven s harmonies come in.\\nCome Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power,\\nOpen our ears to hear\\nLet us not miss th accepted hour\\nSave, Lord, by Love or Fear.\\nPfonbag in SS^itsun-fouk.\\nSo the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face f all the\\nearth and they left off to build the city. Genesis xl 6.\\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 giant sway,\\nThe crash of tower and grove.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "MOljrAT IN WHITSUN-WEEK. 181\\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.\\nSlumber is there, but not of rest\\nThere her forlorn and weary nest\\nThe famish d hawk has found,\\nThe wild dog howls at fall of night,\\nThe serpent s rustling coils affright\\nThe traveller on his round.\\nWhat shapeless form, half lost on high,*\\nHalf seen against the evening sky,\\nSeems like a ghost to glide.\\nAnd watch, from Babel s crumbling heap,\\nWhere in her shadow, fast asleep,\\nLies fall n Imperial Pride\\nSee Sir R. K. Porter s Travels, ii. 387. In my second visit to Birs\\nNimrood, my party suddenly halted, having descried sev\u00c2\u00ab*ral dark\\nobjects moving along the summit of its hill, which they construed into\\ndismounted Arabs on the look out: I took out my glass to examine, and\\nsoon distinguished that the causes of our alarm were two or three\\nmajestic li)ns, taking the air upon the heights of the pyramid.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "132 THE CHRISTIAN YKAR.\\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.\\nBut where are now his eagle wings,\\nThat shelter d erst a thousand kings,\\nHiding the glorious sky\\nFrom half the nations, till they own\\nNo holier name, no mightier throne\\nThat vision is gone by.\\nQuench d is the golden statue s ray,f\\nThe breath of heaven has blown away\\nWhat toiling earth had pil d,\\nScattering wise heart and crafty hand,\\nAs breezes strew on ocean s s-and\\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 heiglit\\nDaniel vii. 4. t Daniel ii. and UL", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "MONDAY IN WHITSUN-WEEK. 133\\nHave met to scale the Heaveu\\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 lovef\\nAll tongues of men shall tune.\\nNor let ^imbition heartless mourn\\nWhen Babel s very ruins burn,\\nDaniel vii. 5, 6.\\nt Then will I turn to the people a pure language, that they may h\\\\\\\\\\nc U upon the name of the Lord, to serve Him with one consent.\\nZephaniah ill. 9.\\n12", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "184 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nHer higli desires may breathe\\nO ercome thyself, and thou mayst share\\nWith Christ His Father s throne,* and wear\\nThe world s imperial wreath.\\nWhen He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before them.\\nSt. John X. 4,\\n{Addressed to Candidates /or 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\\nTo him that overcometh Mill I grant to sit with Ble in My throne.\\nRevelations iii. 21.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "TUESDAY IN WHIISTJN-WEEK. 135\\nOr how the thorns and scourging brook,\\nWho shiinkest from a scornful look?\\nTet ere thy craven spirit faints,\\nHear thine own King, the King of Saints\\nThougt thou wert toiling in the grave,\\nTis He can cheer thee, He can save.\\nHe is th eternal mirror bright,\\nWhere angels view the Father s light.\\nAnd yet in him the simplest swain\\nMay read his homely lesson plain.\\nEarly to quit His home on earth,\\nAnd claim His high celestial birth,\\nAlone with His true Father found\\nWithin the Temple s solemn round\\nYet in meek duty to abide\\nFor many a year at Mary s side,\\nNor heed, though restless spirits ask,\\nWhat? hath the Christ forgot His task?\\nConscious of Deity within.\\nTo bow before an heir of sin.\\nWith folded arm on humble breast.\\nBy His own servant wash d and blest\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "136 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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\\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, 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "TRINITY SUNDAY. 137\\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 emprise\\nBy these her thrilling minstrelsies.\\nAnd whereso 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.\\nIf I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall y\u00c2\u00ab\\nbelieve, if I tell you of heavenly things St. 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.--\\n12*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "138 THE CnmSTIAN YEAR.\\nAlong the Church s central space\\nThe sacred weeks, with unfelt pace,\\nHave borne us on from grace to graco.\\nAs travellers on some woodland height,\\nWhen wintry suns are gleaming bright,\\nLose in arch d glades their tangled sight\\nBy glimpses such as dreamers love\\nThrough her grey veil the leafless grove\\nShows where the distant shadows rove\\nSuch trembling joy the soul o er-awes\\nAs nearer to Thy shrine she draws\\nAnd now before the choir we pause.\\nThe dcK)r 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 hear: to fall.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "TRINITY SUI^DAY. 139\\nWithin, these walls each fluttering guest\\nIs gently lur d to one safe nest\\nWithout, tis moaning and mrest.\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "140 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nEternal One, Almighty Trine\\n(Since Thou art ours, and we are Thine,y\\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\\nSo Joshua smote all the country and all their ki\u00c2\u00bbg3 he left noM\\nremaining. 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 slum) ers 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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 141\\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.\\n**Now, Christians, hold your own the land before\\nye\\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\\nShows at each turn some mould ring hope or joy,\\nThe Man seems following still the funeral of the Toy.\\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 appr .nted bourne.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "142 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nMarvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you. We know that we\\nhave passed from death uuto life, because we love the brethren.\\n1 St John 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\\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* 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.\\nWouldst thou the life of souls discern\\nNor human wisdom nor divine\\nHelps thee by a lght betiide to learn\\nLove is life s only sign.\\nThe spring of the regenerate heart,\\nThe pulse, the glow of every part.\\n-KOVTioiv re Kvixaroi)-\\ndvrjpidfiov ytXaafxa ^schyl. Prom.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 143\\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.\\nEven so, who loves the Lord aright,\\nNo soul of man can worthless find\\nAll will be precious in his sight,\\nSince Christ on all hath shin d\\nBut chiefly Christian souls for they,\\nThough worn and soil d with sinful clay,\\nAre yet, to eyes that see them true.\\nAll glistening with baptismal dew.\\nThen marvel not, if such as bask\\nIn purest light of innocence,\\nHope against hope, in love s dear task,\\nSpite of all dark offence.\\nIf they who hate the trespass most,\\nYet, when all other love is lost.\\nLove the poor sinner, marvel not\\n.Christ s mark outwears the rankest blot.\\nNo distance breaks the tie of blood\\nBrothers are brothers evermore", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "144 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 145\\nBut fix d to hold Love s banner fast,\\nAnd by submission win at last.\\nK^irir Sttitbag nikx Slriuitg.\\nThere is joy ia the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that\\nrepenteth. St. Luke xv. 10.\\nHATEFUL 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.\\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\\n13", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "146 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nDwell coldly, where the fresh green earth is strew d\\nWith the first flowers that lead the vernal dance.\\nIn wasteful bounty shower d, they smile unseen,\\nUnseen by man but what of purer sprights\\nBy moonlight o er their dewy bosoms lean\\nTo adore the Father of all gentle lights\\nIf such there be, grief and shame to thin^\\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\\nturn, and be thou turn d the selfish tear,\\nIn bitter thoughts of low-born care begun.\\nLet it flow on, but flow refin d and clear,\\nThe turbid waters brightening as they run.\\nLet it flow on, till all thine earthly heart\\nIn penitential drops have ebb d away,\\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 leaj*n their lesson at the Throne of Love.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "FOURTH SUNFAY AFTER TRINITY. 147\\n^omt^ ^unbag after ^rinitg.\\nFor th earnest expectatioa of the creature waiteth for the manifesta-\\ntion of the sous of God. For the creature was made subject to vanity,\\nnot willingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same ia\\nhope, because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bond-\\nage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For\\nwe know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain\\ntogether until now. Romans viii. 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,\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "148 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\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 ptart\\nE en from their Pagan sleep.\\nJust guessing, through their murky blind.\\nFew, faint, and baffling sight,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "^rOUETH SUXDAV AFTEJCv TRINITY. 149\\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 liy d in bard or sage\\nThey mark d what agonizing throes\\nShook the great mother s womb\\nBut reason s spells might not disclose\\nThe gracious birth to come\\nNor could th enchantress Hope forecast\\nGod s secret love and power\\nThe travail pangs of Earth must last\\nTill her appointed hour\\nThe hour that saw from opening heaven\\nRedeeming glory stream.\\nBeyond the summer hues of even,\\nBeyond the mid-day beam.\\nThenceforth, to eyes of high desire,\\nThe meanest things below,\\nAs with a seraph s robe of fire\\nInvested, burn and glow\\nThe rod of Heaven has touch d them all,\\nThe word from Heaven is spoken\\n**Kise, shine, and sing, thou captive thrall:\\n**Are not thy fetters broken?\\n13*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "150 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThe God Who hallow d thee an 1 blest,\\nPronouncing 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\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 151\\nJ^ifl^ ^unbag after Crinitg.\\nAnd Simon answering said unto Him, Master, we have toiled all the\\nnight, and have taken nothing: nevertheless at Thy word I will let\\ndown the net. And when they had this done, they enclosed a \u00c2\u00ab:eat\\nmultitude of fishes and their net br ike. 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, Lord 1\\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.\\nFor not upon a tranquil lake\\nOur pleasant task we ply,\\nAVhere 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 short\\nWith midnight silence blend.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "152 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nSwe^t thoughts of peace, ye may not last:\\nToo soon some ruder sound\\nCalls us from where ye soar so fast\\nBack to our earthly round.\\nFor wildest storms our ocean sweep\\nNo anchor but the Cross\\nMight hold and oft the thankless deep\\nTurns all our toil to loss.\\nFull many a dreary anxious hour\\nWe watch our nets alone\\nIn drenching spray, and driving shower,\\nAnd hear the night-bird s moan\\nAt morn we look, and nought is there\\nSad dawn of cheerless day\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 153\\n(The lode-star of our Christian course)\\nUpon this sacred beach.\\nShould e er Thy wonder-working grace\\nTriumph by our weak arm,\\nLet not our sinful fancy trace\\nAught human in the charm\\nTo our own nets-- ne er bow we down,\\nLest on the eternal shore\\nThe angels, while our draught they own,f\\nReject us evermore\\nOr, if for our unworthiness\\nToil, prayer, and watching fail.\\nIn disappointment Thou canst bless,\\nSo love at heart prevail.\\n^xxtl^ ^unbag after Crinttg.\\nDavid said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord. And\\nNathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin; thou\\nShalt not die. 2 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,\\nThey sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense unto their drag.\\nHabakhuk i. 16.\\nSt. Matthew xiii. 49.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "154 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 steadfast thought, that God is there.\\nThese are Thy wonders, hourly wrought,*\\nThou Lord of time and thought,\\nLifting and lowering souls at will,\\nCrowding a world of good or ill\\nInto a moment s vision even as light\\nMounts o er a cloudy ridge, and all is bright,\\nProm west to east one thrilling ray\\nTurning a wintry world to May.\\nWould st thou the pangs of guilt assuage\\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,\\nAs Israel s crowned mourner felt\\nThe dull hard stone within him melt.\\nThe absolver saw the mighty grief,\\nAnd hasten d with relief;\\nThe Lord forgives thou shalt not die\\n*Twas gently spoke, yet heard on high,\\nAnd all the band of angels, us d to sing\\nIn heaven, accordant to his raptur d string,\\nSee Herbert s Poems, p. 160.\\nt And all this leafless and uncolour d scene\\nShall flush into variety again. Cowper.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 155\\nWho many a month hid turn d away\\nWith veiled eyes, nor own d his lay,\\nNow spread their wings, and throng around\\nTo the glad mournful sound,\\nAnd welcome, with bright open face,\\nThe broken heart to love s embrace.\\nThe rock is smitten, and to future years\\nSprings ever fresh the tide of holy tears*\\nAnd holy music, whispering peace\\nTill time and sin together cease.\\nThere drink and when ye are at rest,\\nWith that free Spirit blest, f\\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 tli 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.\\nThe fifty-first Psalm.\\nt Psalm li. 12. Uphold me with Thy free Spirit. The original\\nword seems to mean ingenuous, princelj noble. Read Bishop\\nHome s Paraphrase on the verse.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "156 THE CHRISTIAN YEAP..\\nS^feittl^ Sunbag after S^rinilg.\\nFrom whenco can a man satisfy tliese men with bread here in the vil\u00c2\u00bb\\nderness St. 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 noonday\\nlight.\\nAnd far below, Gennesaret s main\\nSpreads many a mile of liquid plain,\\n(Though all seem gather d in one eager bound,)\\nThen narrowing cleaves yon palmy lea.\\nTowards that deep sulphureous sea,\\nWhere five proud cities lie, by one dire sentence\\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 even now thine hour is\\ncome.\\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)", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 157\\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\\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.\\n14", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "158 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 ^ast\\nInto a conqueror s royal feast\\nThou wilt not be untrue, thou shalt not be beguil d.\\n\u00c2\u00aeigW^ Suitbag after S^rinitg.\\nIfc is the man of God, who was disobedient unto the word of the Lord,\\n1 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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 159\\nGo, with thy voice the altar rend.\\nScatter the ashes, be the arm,\\nThat idols would befriend,\\nShrunk at thy withering charm.\\nThen turn thee, for thy time is short,\\nBut trace not o er the former way,\\nLest idol pleasures court\\nThy heedless soul astray.\\nThou know st how hard to hurry by,\\nWhere on the lonely woodland road\\nBeneath the moonlight sky\\nThe festal^warblings flow d\\nWhere maidens to the Queen of Heaven\\nWove the gay dance round oak or palm,\\nOr breath d their vows at even\\nIn hymns as soft as balm.\\nOr thee, perchance, a darker spell\\nEnthralls; the smooth stones of the flood,\\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.\\nAmong the smooth stonec of the stream is thy portion they, they\\nare thy lot. Isaiah Ivii. 6.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "160 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nTrust not the dangerous path again\\nforward step and lingering will\\nlov d and warn d in vain\\nAnd wilt thou perish still\\nThy message given, thine home in sight.\\nTo the forbidden feast return\\nYield to the false delight\\nThy better soul could spurn\\nAlas, my brother round thy tomb\\nIn sorrow kneeling, and in fear,\\nWe read the Pastor s doom\\nWho speaks and will not bear\\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.\\nIJintlj Sunbag nikx S^rimtg.\\nAnd after the earthquake a fire but the Lord was not in the fire and\\nafter the fire a still small voice. 1 Kings xix. 12.\\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 h ?art-worship, Baal is ador d", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 161\\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, Lord now let me die\\n**Even as my fathers did for what am I\\nThat I should stand, where they have vainly\\nstriven?\\nPerhaps our God may of our conscience ask,\\nWhat doest thou here, frail wanderer from thy task?\\nWhere hast thou left those few sheep in the\\nwild?\\nThen should we plead our heart s consuming pain\\nAt sight of ruin d altars, prophets slain,\\nAnd God s own ark with blood of souls defil d\\nHe on the rock may bid us stand, and see\\nThe outskirts of His march of mystery.\\nHis endless warfare with man s wilful heart\\nFirst, His great power He to the sinner shows,\\nLo at His angry blast the rocks unclose,\\nAnd to their base the trembling mountains part\\n1 Samuel xvii. 28,\\n14*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "162 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nYet the Lord is not here tis not by Power\\nHe will be known but darker tempests lower\\nStill, sullen heavings vex the labouring grcund:\\nPerhaps His Presence thro all depth and height,\\nBest of all gems, that deck his crown of light,\\nThe haughty eye may dazzle and confound.\\nGod is not in the earthquake but behold\\nFrom Sinai s caves are bursting, as of old,\\nThe flames of His consuming jealous ire.\\nWoe to the sinner, should stern Justice prove\\nHis chosen attribute but He in love\\nHastes to proclaim, God is not in the fire.\\nThe storm is o er and hark a still small voice\\nSteals on the ear, to say, Jehovah s choice\\nIs ever with the soft, meek, tender soul\\nBy soft, meek, tender ways he loves to draw\\nThe sinner, startled by His ways of awe\\nHere is our Lord, and not where thunders roll.\\nBack then, com plainer; loathe 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 know st them not, but their Creator knows.\\nGo, to the world return, nor fear to cast\\nThy bread upon the waters, sure at last*\\nEcclesiasteg xi. 1.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 163\\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.\\n\u00c2\u00aeent^ Sunbag uittx Krinitg.\\nAnd when He was come near. He beheld the city, and wept over it.\\nSt. LuTie xix. 41.\\nWhy doth my Saviour weep\\nAt sight of Sion s bowers\\nShows it not fair from yonder steep,\\nHer gorgeous crown of towers\\nMark well His holy pains\\nTis not in pride or scorn,\\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.*\\nCompare Herod, vii. 46.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "164 THE CHRISTIAN lEAR.\\nOr doth He feel the Cross\\nAlready in His heart,\\nThe pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss\\nFeel even His God depart\\nNo though He knew full well\\nThe grief that then shall be\\nThe grief that angels cannot tell\\nOur God in agony.\\nIt is not thus He mourns\\nSuch might be Martyr s tears,\\nWhen his last lingering look he turns\\nOn human hopes and fears\\nBut hero ne er or saint\\nThe secret load might know,\\nWith which His spirit waxeth faint\\nHis is a Saviour s woe.\\nIf thou hadst known, even thou,\\nAt least in this thy day,\\nThe message of thy peace but now\\nTis pass d for aye away\\n**Now foes shall trench thee round,\\nAnd lay thee even with earth,\\nAnd dash thy children to the ground,\\n*\u00c2\u00abThy glory and thy mirth.\\nAnd doth the Saviour weep\\nOver His people s sin.\\nBecause we will not let Him keep\\nThe souls He died to win", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 165\\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.\\n\u00c2\u00a9le mt^ Sunbag afto S^rinitg.\\nIs it a time to receive money, and t^. receive garments, and olive-\\nyards, and vineyards, and sheep, and oxeis, and men-servants, and maid\\nservants 2 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\\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 huos of day,\\nHave faded into twilight gray.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "166 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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,\\nToo happy if, that dreadful day.\\nThy life be given thee for a prey.\\nThe Lord saith thus Behold, that which I have built will I break\\ndown, and that Mhich I have planted I will pluck up, even this whol*\\nland. And seekest tliou great things for thyself? seek them not: for,\\nbehold, I will bring evil \\\\ipon 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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 167\\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\\nSifelfl^ Sunbag after Crmitg.\\nAnd looking up to Heaven, He sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha,\\nthat is, Be opened. St. Marh 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 groaned and wept\\nWhat saw He mournful in that grave,\\nKnowing himself so strong to save", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "168 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nO erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief\\nOver His sinking spirit sweep\\nWhat boots it gathering one lost leaf\\nOut of yon sere and wither d heap,\\nWhere souls and bodies, hopes and joys,\\nAll that earth owns or sin destroys,\\nUnder the spurning hoof are cast,\\n0r tossing in th autumnal blast?\\nThe deaf may hear the Saviour s voice,\\nThe fetter d tongue its chain may break;\\nBut the deaf heart, the dumb by choice,\\nThe laggard soul, that will not wake,\\nThe guilt that scorns to be forgiven\\nThese baffle e en the spells of Heaven;\\nIn thought of these, His brows benign\\nNot even in healing cloudless shine.\\nNo eye but His might ever bear\\nTo gaze all down that drear abyss,\\nBecause none ever saw so clear\\nThe shore beyond of endless bliss\\nThe giddy waves so restless hurl d.\\nThe vex d pulse of this feverish world,\\nHe views and counts with steady sight,\\nUsed to behold the Infinite.\\nBut that in such communion high\\nHe hath a fount of strength within,\\nSure His meek heart would break and die,\\nO erburthen d by His brethren s sin", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 169\\nWeak eyes rn 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.\\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,\\nW^illing or loth. Thy trump shall hear,\\nAnd every tongue unchained be\\nTo own no hope, no God, but Thee.\\n15", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "170 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nS^ljirtecutlj Simbag afto \u00c2\u00aerinxtg.\\nAnd He turned Him unto His disciples, and said privately, Blessed\\nare the eyes which sev 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. Luke 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,\\nAYrapt 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.*\\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,\\nSee that thou make all things according to the pattern shewed to\\nthee in the mount. Hebrews viii. 5.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 171\\nAnd ended, where unearthly rays\\nFrom o er the ark were shed.\\nYet not that gorgeous place, nor aught\\nOf human or angelic frame,\\nCould half appease his craving thought\\nThe void was still the same.\\nShow me Thy glory, gracious Lord\\nTis Thee, he cries, not Thine, I seek.\\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.\\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,f\\nWho blindly self or sense adore\\nElse wherefore leaving your own bliss\\nStill restless ask ye more\\nThis witness bore the saints of old\\nWhen highest rapt and favour d most,\\nStill seeking precious things untold.\\nNot in fruition lost.\\nExodus xxxiii. 18. f Pensees de Pascal, part 1, art. vilL", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "172 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nOanaan was theirs, and in it all\\nThe proudest hope of kings dare claim\\nSion was theirs and at their call\\nFire from Jehovah came.\\nYet monarchs walk d as pilgrims still\\nIn their own land, earth s pride and grace;\\nAnd seers would mourn on Sion s hill\\nTheir Lord s averted face.\\nVainly they tried the deeps to sound\\nEven of their own prophetic thought,\\nWhen of Christ crucified and crown d\\nHis Spirit in them taught\\nBut He their aching gaze repress d,\\nWhich sought behind the veil to see,\\nFor not without us fully bless d*\\nOr perfect might they be.\\nThe rays of the Almighty s face\\nNo sinner s eye might then receive\\nOnly the meekest man found gracef\\nTo see His skirts and live.\\nBut we as in a glass espy\\nThe glory of His countenance,\\nNot in a whirlwind hurrying by\\nThe tco presumptuous glance,\\nThat they without us should nc*. bs made perfect. Hcbr voB xi.\\nt Exodus xxxiii. 20-23.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 173\\nBut with mild radiance every hour,\\nFrom our dear Saviour s face benign\\nBent on us with transforming power,\\nTill we, too, faintly shine.\\nSprinkled with His atoning blood\\nSafely before our God we stand,\\nAs on the rock the Prophet stood.\\nBeneath His shadowing hand.\\nBiess 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.\\nJ orrrteent^ Sxmbag after Srmitg.\\nAnd Jesus answering said, Wei*e there not ten cleansed but v^ero\\nare the nine There are not found that returned to give glory to od,\\ngive this stranger. St. Luke xvii. 17, 18.\\nTen cleans d, and only one remain\\nWhc would have thought our nature s stain\\nWas dyed so foul, so deep in grain\\n15^^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "174 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nEven He who reads the heart,\\nKnows what He gave and what we lost,\\nSin s forfeit, and redemption s cost,\\nBy a short pang of wonder cross d\\nSeems at the sight to start\\nYet twas not wonder, but His iove\\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,\\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 displayed.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITY. 175\\nHow should we gazp in trance of fea\u00c2\u00bbr I\\nYet shines the light as thrilling clear\\nFrom Heaven upon that scroll severe,\\nTen cleans d and one remain\\nN3r surer would the blessing prove\\nOf humbled hearts, that own Thy love,\\nShould choral welcome from above\\nVisit our senses plain\\nThan by Thy placid voice and brow,\\nWith healing first, with comfort now,\\nTurn d upon him, who hastes to bow\\nBefore Thee, heart and knee\\nOh thou, who only would st be blest,\\nOn thee alone My blessing rest\\nRise, go thy way in peace, possess d\\nFor evermore of Me.\\n(^ifteeitt^ ^unirag after S^rimtg.\\nConsider the lilies of the field, how they grow.\\nSt. Matthew vl 2\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "iT6 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nRelics ye are of Eden s bowers,\\nAs pure, as fragrant, and as fair,\\nAs when ye crown d the sunshine hours\\nOf happy wanderers there.\\nFall n all beside the world of life,\\nHow is it stain d with fear and strife\\nIn Reason s world what storms are rife,\\nWhat passions range and glare\\nBut cheerful and unchang d the while\\nYour first and perfect form ye show,\\nThe same that won Eve s matron smile\\nIn the World s opening glow.\\nThe stars of heaven a course are taught\\nToo high above our human thought\\nYe may be found if ye are sought.\\nAnd as we gaze, we know.\\nYe dwell beside our paths and homes.\\nOur paths of sin, our homes of sorrow,\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 177\\nFor ye could draw th admiring gaze\\nOf Him who worlds and hearts surveys\\nYour order wild, your fragrant maze,\\nHe taught us how to prize\\nYe felt your Maker s smile that hour,\\nAs when he paus d and own d you goQi\\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 \\\\)less.\\n^trfeenllj Sunbag nitzx f rinitg.\\nI desire that ye faint not at my tribulations for you, -which is youi\\nglory. Ephesians iii. 13.\\nWish not, dear friends, my pain away\\nWish me a wise and thankful heart,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "178 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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\\nBut we, like vex d unquiet sprights,\\nWill still be hovering o er the tomb,\\nWhere buried lie our vain delights,\\nNor sweetly take a sinner s doom.\\nIn Life s long sickness evermore\\nOur thoughts are tossing to and fro\\nWe change our posture o er and o er,\\nBut cannot rest, nor cheat our woe.\\nWere it not better to lie still,\\nLet Him strike home and bless the rod,\\nNever so safe as when our will\\nYields undiscern d by all but God\\nThy precious things, whate er they be,\\nThat haunt and vex thee, heart and brain,\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 179\\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.\\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.\\nSjcktttontlj Sttitbag after Crinitg.\\nEvery man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in hii\\nheart, and putteth the stumbling-block of his iniquity before his face,\\nand Cometh to the Prophet I the Lord will answer him that Cometh\\naccording 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "180 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nNot holier, wMle around him angels bow d,\\nFrom Aaron s censer steam d the spicy cloud,\\nBefore the mercy-seat. Mother dear,\\nWilt thou f Drgive thy son one boding sigh\\nForgive, if round thy towers he walk in fear,\\nx\\\\nd tell thy jewels o er with jealous eye\\nMindful of that sad vision, which in thought*\\nFrom Chebar s plains the captive prophet brought\\nTo see lost Sign s shame. Twas morning prime,\\nAnd like a Queen new seated on her throne,\\nGod s crowned mountain, as in happier time,\\nSeem d to rejoice in sunshine all her own:\\nSo bright, while all in shade around her lay,\\nHer northern pinnacles had caught th emerging ray.\\nThe dazzling lines of her majestic roof\\nCross d witn as free a span the vault of heaven.\\nAs when twelve tribes knelt silently aloof\\nEre God His answer to their king had given, f\\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 siapes are on the wall portray d\\nAnd watch their shameless and unholy glee.\\nWho worship there in Aaron s robes array d\\nHear Judah s maids the dirge to Thammuz pour,\u00c2\u00a7\\nAnd mark hei chiefs yon orient sun adore.\\nEzekiel viii. f 1 Kings viii. 5. X Ezekiel viii. 10.\\n2 Erekiel viii. 14, 1| Ezekiel viii. 16.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TKINITT. 181\\nYet turn thee, son of man\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for worse ^lian 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 :iopes divine.\\nWhat if within His world. His Church, our Lord\\nHave enter d thee, as in some temple gate.\\nWhere, looking round, each glance might thee afford\\nSome glorious earnest of thine high estate.\\nAnd thou, false heart and frail, hast turn d from all\\nTo worship pleasure s shadow on the wall\\nIf, when the Lord of Glory was in sight.\\nThou turn thy back upon that fountain clear,\\nTo bow before the little drop of light,\\nWhich dim-eyed men call praise ana glory here\\nWhat dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn\\nHim at whose only word both sun aid 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 inquire\\nOf Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath\\n16", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "182 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nHe hear and answer thine unblest desire\\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\\nTeach us to love, with Christ, our sole true bliss,\\nElse, though in Christ s own words, we surely pray\\namiss.\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00acigl^tetntl^ Swnbag nitzx Crhtiig.\\n1 will %nng you into the wilderness of the people, and there will I\\nj)lead with 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\\nA desert, where iniquity\\nAnd knowledge both abound.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 183\\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.\\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\\nKevelatioas xii. 14.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "184 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThat with Thy patient Spirit strove\\nUpon the Red-sea strand.\\nFather 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, 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 cloudy\\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,\\nKebellious murmurs rise\\nSin cannot bear to see Thee shine\\nSo awful to her eyes.\\nFain would our lawless hearts escape,\\nAnd with the heathen be,\\nTo worship every monstrous shape\\nIn fancied darkness free.\\nVain thought, that shall not be at all\\nRefuse we or obey,\\nThat which cometh into your mind shall not be at all, that ye say.\\nWe will be as the heatl .cn, as the families of the countries, to 8erY\u00c2\u00ab\\nwood and stone. Ezekie, xx. 32.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 185\\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, 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.\\nThou know st our service sad and hard.\\nThou know st us fond and frail\\n*Win us to be belov d and spar d\\n**When all the world shall fail.\\nSo Tshen at last our weary days\\nAre well-nigh wasted here,\\nAnd we can trace Thy wondrous ways\\nIn distance calm and clear,\\n16*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "186 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWhen in Thy love and Israel s sin\\nWe read our story true,\\nW^e 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\\nTor evermore Thine own.\\n^indnttt^ Swnbag after S^rimtg.\\nThen Nebuchadnezzar the King was astonied, and rose up in haste,\\nand spake, and said unto his counsellors, Did not we cast three men\\nbound into the midst of the fire They answered and said unto the\\nking. True, O king. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose,\\nwalking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt and the form\\nof the fourth is like the Son of 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\\nThou, Saviour, art his Charmed Bower,\\nHis Magic King, his Rock, his Tower.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 187\\nAnd when the wicked ones behold\\nThy favourites walking in Thy light,\\nJust as, in fancied triumph bold,\\nThey deem d them lost in deadly night,\\nAmaz d they cry, What spell is this,\\nWhich turns their sufferings all to bliss\\nHow are they free whom we had bound,\\nUpright, whom in the gulf we cast?\\n*MVhat wondrous helper have they found\\nTo screen them from the scorching blast?\\nThree were they who hath made them four\\nAnd sure a form divine He wore,\\nEven like the Son of God. So cried\\nThe Tyrant, when in one fierce flame\\nThe Martyrs liv d, the murderers died\\nYet knew he not what angel came\\nTo make the rushing fire-flood seem\\nLike summer breeze by woodland stream.*\\nHe knew not, but there are who know\\nThe Matron, who alone hath stood,\\nWhen not a prop seem d left below.\\nThe first lorn hour of widowhood.\\nYet cheer d and cheering all, the while,\\nWith sad but unaffected smile\\nThe Father, who his vigil keeps\\nBy the sad couch whence hope hath flown,\\nAs it had l^en a moist whistling wind. Song of the Three Clnldren^\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00bcer. 27.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "188 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 Avalking with his faithful Three.\\nSfanrtiet^ Sunbag niUx Krinilg.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 189\\n*Tis 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,\\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 fVint or stray\\nWhat was the promise made to thee alone\\nArt thou th excepted one", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "190 THE CHRISTIAN TEAK.\\nAd heir of glory without grief or pain?\\nvision false and vain\\nThere lies thy cross beneath it meekly bow\\nIt fits thy stature now\\nWho scornful pass it with averted eye,\\nTwill crush them by and by.\\nRaise thy repining eyes, and take true measure\\nOf thine eternal treasure\\nThe Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought,\\nThe world for thee was bought,\\nAnd as this landscape broad earth, sea, and sky,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAll centres in thine rye,\\nSo all God does, if rightly understood,\\nShall work thy final good.\\nffonrfg-first Sunbag after S^rinhg.\\nihe vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak,\\nand not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely coma,\\nit Will not tarry. Hahaldcuk 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "TWENTY-FIRST SUNT ^Y Al TER TRINITY. 191\\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 resign d than blest.\\n*Tis 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.\\ncheerful tender strain the heart\\nThat duly bears witli 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:\\n*It shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear\\nnor dark. Zechariah xiv. 6.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "192 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nNo more he strains his wistful eye,\\nIf chance the golden hours be nigh,\\nBy youthful Hope seen beaming round her walls.\\nForc d from his shadowy paradise,\\nHis thoughts to Heaven the steadier rise\\nThere seek his answer when the world reproves\\nContented in his darkling round.\\nIf only he be faithful found.\\nWhen from the east th eternal morning moves.\\nNote: The expression, calm decay, is borrowed from a friend 6^\\nwhose kind permission the following stanzas are here inserted.\\nTO THE RED-BREAST.\\nUnheard in summer s flaring ray.\\nPour forth thj-- notes, sweet singer,\\nWooing the stillness of the autumn day:\\nBid it a moment linger,\\nNor fly\\nToo soon from winter s scowling eye.\\nThe blackbird s song at eventide.\\nAnd hers, who gay ascends.\\nFilling the heavens far and wide,\\nAre sweet. But none so blends.\\nAs thine,\\nWith calm decay, and peace diyin*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "TWENT 2-SEC0ND SUNDAY \\\\FTER TRINITY. 193\\nCfentg Setonb Sunbag after Krinitg.\\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.\\nblest restraint more blessed range\\nToo soon the happy child\\nHis nook of homely thought will change\\nFor life s seducing wild:\\nToe soon his alter d day-dreams show\\nThis earth a boundless space,\\n17", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "194 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWith sun-bright pleasures to and fro\\nSporting in joyous race\\nWhile of his narrowing heart each year.\\nHeaven less and less will fill.\\nLess keenly, through his grosser ear,\\nThe tones of mercy thrill.\\nIt must be so else wherefore falls\\nThe Saviour s voice unheard,\\nWhile from His pardoning Cross He calls,\\nspare 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.\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "TWENTY-THIKD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 195\\nSlfo^nlg-lbtrb Sunbag after Sbrinitg*\\nWho shall change cur vile body, that it may he fashioned like unto\\nHis glorious body, according to the working whereby He is able even\\nto subdue all things unto Himself. Philippians iii. 21.\\nKed 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.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "196 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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,\\nTho 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\\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\\nWlio but would follow, might he break his chain t\\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,\\nAVhen from the grave He sprung at dawn of morn,\\nAnd led through boundless air thy conquering road,\\nLeaving a glorious track, where saints, new-born,\\nMight fearless follow to their blest abode.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "TWENTT-FOITRTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 197\\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.\\n\u00c2\u00aefaentg-fottrl^ Sunbag nikx Slnnitg.\\nThe heart knoweth his own bitterness and a stranger doth not inter-\\nmeddle 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,-^\\nNor even 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.\\nJe mourrai seul. Pascal.\\n17*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "198 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nFor if one heart in perfect sympathy\\nBeat with another, answering love for love,\\nWeak mortals, all entranc d, on earth would lie,\\nNor listen for those purer strains above.\\nOr what if Heaven for once its searching light\\nLent to some partial eye, disclosing all\\nThe rude bad thoughts, that in our bosom s night\\nWander at large, nor heed Love s gentle thrall\\nWho would not shun the dreary uncouth place\\nAs if, fond leaning where her infant slept,\\nA mother s arm a serpent should embrace\\nSo might we friendless live, and die unwept.\\nThen keep the softening veil in mercy drawn.\\nThou who canst love us, tho Thou read us true\\nAs on the bosom of th aerial lawn\\nMelts in dim haze each coarse ungentle hue.\\nSo too may soothing Hope Thy leave enjoy\\nSweet visions of long-sever d hearts to frame\\nThough absence may impair, or cares annoy,\\nSome constant mind may draw us still the same.\\nWe in dark dreams are tossing to and fro.\\nPine with regret, or sicken with despair,\\nThe while she bathes us in her own chaste glow,\\nAnd with our memory wings her own fond prayer.\\nbliss of child-like innocence, and love\\nTried to old age creative power to win,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 199\\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 the eaHh-stained\\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\\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.\\nThou hast known mj soul in adversities. Paalm xxxi, 7,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "200 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nStfrreittg-fiftlj Sunbag nittx Sriuitg.\\nTh\u00c2\u00ab boary head is a crown of glorj, if it be found in the way of tight\\neousness. Proverbs xvi. 31.\\nThe briglit-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\\nPride of the dewy morning\\nThe swain s experienc d eye\\nFrom thee takes timely warning,\\nNor trusts the gorgeous sky.\\nFor well he knows, such dawnings gay\\nBring noons of storm and shower,\\nAnd travellers linger on the way\\nBeside the sheltering bower.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "TWENTY-FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 201\\nEven so, in hope and trembling\\nShould watchful shepherd view\\nHis little lambs assembling,\\nWith glance both kind and true\\nTis not the eye of keenest blaze,\\nNor the quick-swelling breast,\\nThat soonest thrills at touch of praise\\nThese do not please him best.\\nBut voices low and gentle,\\nAnd timid glances shy,\\nThat seem for aid parental\\nTo sue all wistfully.\\nStill pressing, longing to be right,\\nYet fearing to be wrong,\\nIn these the Pastor dares delight,\\nA lamb -like, Christ-like throng.\\nThese in Life s distant even\\nShall shine serenely bright,\\nAs in th autumnal heaven\\nMild rainbow tints at night,\\nWhen the last shower is stealing dowa\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "202 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nGather up the fragmeuts that reifiain, that nothing be lost.\\nSt. 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\\nAVhen down th o erwhelming current tost\\nJust ere he sink for ever lost.\\nThe sailor s untried arms are cross d\\n[n agonizing prayer, will Ocean cease her strife\\nSighs that exhaust but not relieve,\\nHeart-rending sighs, spare to heave", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "SUMDAY NEXT BEFOEE ADVENT. 203\\nA bosom freshly tauglit to grieve\\nFor lavish d hours and love misspent\\nNow through her round of holy thought\\nThe Church our annual steps has brought,\\nBut we no holy fire have caught\\nBack on the gaudy world our wilful eyes were bent.\\nToo soon th ennobling carols, pour d\\nTo hymn the birth-night of the Lord,\\nWhich duteous Memory should have stor d\\nFor thankful echoing all the year\\nToo soon those airs have pass d away\\nNor long within the heart would stay\\nThe silence of Christ s dying day,\\nProfan d by worldly liiirth, 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?\\nBut faster than she soars, our earth-bound Fancy\\ntires.\\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:", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "204 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThe funeral dirge, the marriage votv,\\nThe hallovr d font where parents bow\\nAnd now elate and trembling now\\nTo the Redeemer s feet their new-found treasiu-es\\nbear\\nNot for the Pastor s gracious arm\\nStretch d )ut to bless a Clmstian 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\\nfall\\nNo, not for all and each 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\\npaits.\\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;", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "ST. Andrew s day. 205\\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\\nbrought.\\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\\nwatch and pray ere Advent dawn\\nFor thinner than the subtlest lawn\\nTwixt thee and death the veil is drawn.\\nBut Love too late can never glow\\nThe scatter d fragments Love can glean,\\nRefine the dregs, and yield us clean\\nTo regions where one thought serene\\nBreathes sweeter than whole years of sacrifice below.\\nSt. ginbrtfo s gag.\\nHe first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him. We have\\nfound the Messias. And he brought him to Jesus. St. John i. 41, 42.\\nWhen brothers part for manhood s race,\\nWhat gift may most endearing prove\\n38", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "206 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nTo keep fond memory in lier place,\\nAnd certify a brother s love?\\nTis true, bright hours together told,\\nAnd blissful dreams in secret shar d,\\nSerene or solemn, gay or bold,\\nShall last in fancy unimpair d.\\nEven round the death-bed of the good\\nSuch dear remembrances will hover,\\nAnd haunt us with no vexing mood\\nWhen all the cares of earth are over.\\nBut yet our craving spirits feel,\\nWe shall live on, though Fancy die,\\nAnd seek a surer pledge a seal\\nOf love to last eternally.\\nWho art thou, that wouldst grave thy name\\nThus deeply in a brother s heart\\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\\nEv^r in tune for love and praise.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "ST. THOMASES DAT. 207\\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.\\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.\\nThomas, because thou hast seeu 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,*\\nBut round us, far and near.\\nWe see His trophies, and His name\\nIn choral echoes hear.\\nThomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them\\nwhen Jesus came. St. John xx. 24.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "208 TUE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nLove sought Him first at dawn of mornf\\nFrom her sad couch she sprang forlorn.\\nShe sought to weep with Thee alone.\\nAnd saw Thine open grave, and knew that Thou wert\\ngone.\\nReason and Faith at once set outj\\nTo search the Saviour s tomb\\nFaith faster runs, but waits without,\\nAs fearing to presume,\\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.\\nWhen they saw Him, they worshipped Him but some doubted.\\nSt. Matthew xxviii. I/.\\nt St. Mary Magdalene s visit to the sepulchre.\\nX St. Peter and St. John.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "ST. Thomas s day. 209\\nWeeping she stays till He appear\\nHer witness first the Church must hear\\nAll joy to souls that can rejoice\\nWith her at earliest call of His dear gracious voice.\\nJoy too to those, who love to talk\\nIn secret how He died,\\nThough with seal d eyes awhile they walk.\\nNor see Him at their side\\nMost like the faithful pair are they,\\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 inquiring 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.\\nSuccessive made His witnesses that hour,\\nCease not in all the world to show His saving power.\\n18^^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "210 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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\\nAVith 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 all thy rankling doubts so sore,\\nLove thou thy Saviour still,\\nHim for thy Lord and God adore.\\nAnd ever do His will.\\nThough vexing thoughts may seem to last,\\nLet not thy soul be quite o ercast\\nSoon will He show thee all His wounds, and say,\\nLong have I known thy name* know thou My\\nface alway.\\n\u00c2\u00ae;^c (Eontjcrsiart of St. ^aul.\\nAnd he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul,\\nSaul, why persecutest thou Me? And he said, Who art Thou, Lord?\\nAud the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. Acts ix. 4, 5.\\nThe midday sun, with fiercest glare,\\nBroods o er the hazy, twinkling air\\nAlong the level sand\\nIn Exodus xxxiii. 17, God says to Moses, I know thee by name\\nmeaning, I bear especial favour towards thee. Thus our Saviour\\ngpeaks to St. Thomas by name in the place here referred to.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 211\\nThe palm-tree s shade unwavering lies,\\nJust as thy towers, Damascus, rise\\nTo greet yon wearied band.\\nThe leader of that martial crew\\nSeems bent some mighty deed to do,\\nSo steadily he speeds,\\nWith lips firm clos d and fixed eye,\\nLike warrior when the fight is nigh.\\nNor talk nor landscape heeds.\\nWhat sudden blaze is round him pour d,\\nAs though all Heaven s refulgent hoard\\nIn one rich glory shone\\nOne moment and to earth he falls\\nWhat voice his inmost heart appals\\nVoice heard by him alone.\\nFor to the rest both words and form\\nSeem lost in lightning and in storm.\\nWhile Saul, in wakeful trance,\\nSees deep within that dazzling field\\nHis persecuted Lord reveal d\\nWith keen yet pitying glance\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "212 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR\\nAh wherefore persecut st thou Me\\nHe heard arid 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 insuiferable light.\\nWho art Thou, Lord he falters forth\\nSo shall Sin ask of heaven and earth\\nAt the last awful day.\\nWhen did we see Thee suffering nigh,*\\nAnd pass d Thee with unheeding eye?\\nGreat God of judgment, say\\nAh little dream our listless eyes\\nWhat glorious presence they despise.\\nWhile, in our noon of life.\\nTo power or fame we rudely press.\\nChrist is at hand, to scorn or bless,\\nChrist suifers 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.\\nSt. Matthew xxv. ii.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 21f^\\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,\\n**Not willing ye should be bereft\\nOf waiting on your Lord.\\nThe meanest offering ye can make\\nA drop of water for love s sake,\\nIn Heaven, be sure, is stor d.\\nby 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\\nSt. Matthew x. 4i", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "214 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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\\nflj\u00c2\u00a3 purification.\\nBlessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.\\nSt, Matthew T.\\nBless d are the pure in heart,\\nFor they shall see our God,\\nThe secret of t^ie 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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE PURIFICATION. 215\\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,\\nMother undefil d\\nThat throne, if aught beneath the skies,\\nBeseems the sinless child.\\nLost in high thoughts, whose son\\nThe wondrous Babe might prove,\\nHer guileless husband walks beside,\\nBearing the hallow d dove\\nMeet emblem of His vow,\\nWho, on this happy day.\\nHis dove-like soul best sacrifice\\nDid on God s altar lay.\\nBut who is he, by years\\nBow d, but erect in heart,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "216 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nWhose prayers are struggling with his tears t\\nLord, let me now depart.\\nNow hath Thy servant seen\\nThy saving health, Lord\\nTis time that I depart in peace,\\nAccording to Thy word.\\nYet swells the pomp one more\\nComes forth to bless her God\\nFull fourscore years, meek widow, 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.\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "ST. Matthias s day. 217\\nU, ^uit^mss ^ag.\\nWherefore of these mon -which have compauied with us Ul the time\\nthat the Lord Jesus went in and out among us, beginning from the\\nbaptism of John, unto that same daj that He was taken up from ua,\\nmust one be ordained to be a witness with us of His resurrection.\\nActs 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 unharm d with sin and fear.\\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,\\n19", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "218 THE CHKISTIAN YEAR.\\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 summoned worthily,\\nExcept Thine hand and seal he show?\\nWhere can Thy seal be found,\\nBut on the chosen seed, from age to age\\nBy thine anointed heralds duly crown d.\\nAs kings and priests Thy war to wage\\nThen fearless walk we forth,\\nYet fu U \u00c2\u00a9f 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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE ANNUNCIATION. 219\\nThy servant s choice, help us in our parts,\\nElse helpless found, to learn and teach Thy love.\\nf be ginnuttcmtioit of l^e ^kssi^b Wxxc^m Parg.\\nAnd the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly\\nfavoured, the Lord is with thee blessed art thou auaong women St.\\niulce i. 28.\\nThou 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.\\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 \\\\n Thee no fire.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "220 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\nOn no sweet sister s faithful breast\\nWouldst Thou Thine aching forehead rest.\\nOn no kind brother lean\\nBut who, perfect filial heart,\\nE er did like Thee a true son s part,\\nEndearing, firm, serene\\nThou wept st, meek maiden, mother mill,\\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 sham d His Mother s kiss,\\nNor cross d her fondest prayer\\nEven from the tree he deign d to bow\\nFor her His agonized brow.\\nHer, His sole earthly care.\\nAve Maria blessed Maid\\nLily of Eden s fragrant shade,\\nWho can express the love\\nThat nurtur d thee so pure and sweet,\\nMaking thy heart a shelter meet\\nFor Jesus lioly Dove\\nAve Maria Mother blest.\\nTo whom, caressing and caress d,\\nClings the Eternal Child", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "ST. MARS. S DAY. 221\\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.\\nBless d is the womb that bare Him bless d*\\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.\\n^t. ilark s ^ag.\\nAnd the contention was so sharp between them, that they departed\\nMunder one from the other. Acts xv. 39.\\nCompare 2 Tim. iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee for he\\nis profitable 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.\\nSt. Luke xi. 27, 28.\\n19*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "222 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nYet deem not, on such parting sad\\nShall dawn no welcome dear and glad\\nDivided in their earthly race,\\nTogether at the glorious goal,\\nEach leading many a rescu d soul,\\nThe faithful champions shall embrace.\\nFor even as those mysterious Four,\\nWho the bright whirling wheels upbore\\nBy Chebar in the fiery blast,\\nSo, on their tasks of love and praise\\nThe saints of God their several ways\\nRight onward speed, yet join at last.\\nAnd sometimes even 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.\\nthen the glory and the bliss.\\nWhen all that pain d or seem d amiss\\nShall melt with earth and sin away\\nThey turned not when they went they went every one straight\\ntor war i. Ezeldel i. 9", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES. 223\\nAVhen saints beneath their Saviour s eye.\\nFill d with each other s company,\\nShall spend in love th eternal day\\nSt. ^IjHip anb St. ^nmts.\\nLet the Irother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted but the riclv\\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.\\nEhame upon thee, listless heart,\\nSo sad a sigh to heave,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "224 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "ST. BARNABAS. 2^6\\nThus souls, by nature pitch d too high,\\nBy suflferings 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.\\nThe son of consolation, a Levite. Acts 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 fleeting\\nby:-\\nFeel only for in silence gently gliding\\nFain would he shun both ear and sight,\\nTwixt Prayer and watchful Love his heart ii-\\nviiing,\\nA nursing father day and night.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "226 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nSuch were the tender arms, where cradled lay,\\nIn her sweet natal day,\\nThe Church of Jesus such the love\\nHe to His chosen taught for his dear widow d Dove.\\nWarm d underneath the Comforter s safe wing\\nThey spread th endearing warmth around\\nMourners, speed here your broken hearts to bring,\\nHere healing dews and balms abound\\nHere are soft hands that cannot bless in vain,\\nBy trial taught your pain\\nHere loving hearts, that daily know\\nThe heavenly consolations they on you bestow.\\nSweet thoughts are theirs, that breathe serenest\\ncalms,\\nOf holy offerings timely paid,*\\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\\nmirth.\\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,f\\nFor mutual love without alloy\\nHaving land, sold it, and brought the money, and laid it at tho\\nApostles* feet. Act$ iv. 37-\\nt Barnabas took him, and brought him (Saul) to the Apostles.\\nActs ix. 27.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "ST. BARNABAS. 227\\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.\\nhappy spirits, mark d by God and man\\nTheir messages of love to bear,*-\\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\\nWhere er one Levite in the temple keeps\\nThe watch-fire of his midnight prayer,\\n3r issuing thence, the eyes of mourners steeps\\nIn heavenly balm, fresh gather d there\\nActs xi. 22 xiii. 2-", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "228 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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 ajid\\npraise.\\nSt. |o^n\u00c2\u00a7apfef5 ^ag.\\nBehold, I wJl send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the\\ngreat and dreadful day of the Lord and he shall turn the heart of the\\nfathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers.\\nMalachi iv. 5, 6.\\nTwi:e 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,\\nTne herald star,\\nWhose torch afar\\nShadows and boding night-birds fly.\\nMethinks we need him once again,\\nThat fav ur 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 ])is celestial errands bound.\\nBut wafted to her glorious place\\nBy harmless fire, among the ethereal thrones.\\nHis spirit with a dear embrace", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "ST. JOHN baptist s DAY. 229\\nIhee 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*\\nDidst guide our hope, where Christ should rise.\\nNow resting from your jealous care\\nFor sinners, such as Eden cannot know.\\nYe pour for us your mingled prayer,\\nNo anxious fear to damp Affection s glow,\\nLove draws a cloud\\nFrom you to shroud\\nRebellion s mystery here below.\\nAnd since we see, and not afar,\\nThe twilight of the great and dreadful day,\\nWhy linger^ till Elijah s car\\nStoop from the clouds Why sleep ye rise and\\npray.\\nYe heralds seaPd\\nIn camp or field\\nYour Saviour s banner to display.\\nThe Babe leaped in my womb for joy. St. Lnhe i. 44.\\n20", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "23) THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nAYliere 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\\nThou Spirit, who the Church didst lend\\nHer eagle wings, to shelter in the wild,f\\nWe pray Thee, ere the Judge descend.\\nWith flames like these, all bright and undefil d,\\nHer watchfires light.\\nTo guide aright\\nOur weary souls, by earth beguil d.\\nSo glorious let Thy Pastors shine.\\nThat by their speaking lives the world may learn\\nFirst filial duty, then divine, J\\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 must increase, but I must decrease. St. John iii. 30.\\nt Revelations xii. 14.\\nX He shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and t Ae heart\\nof the children to their fathers. Malachi iv. 6.\\nTo *urn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient\\nto th wisdom of the just to make ready a people prepared for the\\nLori St. Luke i. 17.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "ST. Peter s day. 231\\n\u00c2\u00bbt. Irfa s fag.\\nWhen Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter\\nwas sleeping. Acts 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\\nAVhere never yet frail heart was known\\nTo breathe in vain Affection s sigh.\\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\\nSt. John xxi. 15-17.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "23- THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThat gracious chiding look,* Thy call\\nTo win him to himself and Thee,\\nSweetening the sorrow of his fall\\nWhich else were ru d too bitterly.\\nEven through the veil of sleep it shines.\\nThe memory of that kindly glance\\nThe Angel watching by divines\\nAnd spares awhile his blissful traikce.\\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.\\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,\\nSt. Luke xxii. 61.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "ST. Peter s day. 233\\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.\\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 stafl*, the keys of Heaven,\\nTo wield awhile in grey-hair d might,\\n20^^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "234 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThen from his cross to spring forgiven,\\nAnd follow Jesus out of sight.\\n\u00c2\u00a71. |amfs*s ^ag\u00c2\u00bb\\nYe shall drink indeed of My cup, and be baptized with the baptism\\nthat I am baptized with but to sit on My right hand, and on My left,\\nis not Mine to give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared\\nof My Father. St. Matthew xx.\\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.\\ngreat 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,\\n**Nor from the whelming waters shrink\\nThat o er Me roll so dark and deep\\nWe can Thine are we, dearest Lord,\\nIn glory and in agony.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "ST. James s day. 235\\nTo do and suffer all Thy word\\nOnly be Thou for ever nigh.*\\nThen bo it so My cup receive,\\nAnd of My woes baptismal taste:\\nBut for the crown, that angels weave\\nFor those next Me in glory plac d,\\nI give it not by partial love\\nBut in my Father s book are writ\\nWhat names on earth shall lowliest prove,\\nThat they in Heaven may highest sit.\\nTake up the lesson, my heart\\nThou Lord of meekness, write it there,\\nThine own meek self to me impart.\\nThy lofty hope, Thy lowly prayer.\\nIf ever on the mount with Thee\\nI seem to soar in vision bright.\\nWith thoughts of coming agony,\\nStay Thou the too presumptuous flight\\nGently along the vale of tears\\nLead me from Tabor s sunbright steep,\\nLet me not grudge a few short years\\nWith Thee tow rd Heaven to walk and weep\\nToo happy, on my silent path.\\nIf now and then allow d, with Thee\\nWatching some placid holy death,\\nThy secret work of love to see\\nSt. Matthew xvii. 12. Likewise shall also the Son of Man suffer\\nof them. This was just after the Transfiguration.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "236 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nJesus answered and said unto him. Because I said unto thee, I saw\\nthee under the fig tree, believest thou? thou shalt see greater things\\ntlian these. St. 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 ilium 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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "ST. BARTHOLOMEW. 237\\nEye of God s word!* where er we turn\\nEver upon us thy keen gaze\\nCan all the depths of sin discern,\\nUnravel every bosom s maze\\nAVho 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 me\\nAll wondering cries the humbled heart,\\nTo hear thee that deep mystery.\\nThe knowledge of itself, impart.\\nThe veil is raics d who runs may read.\\nBy its own light the truth is seen,\\nAnd soon fhe Israelite indeed\\nBows down t adore the Nazarene.\\nSo did Nathanael, guileless man,\\nAt once, not shame-fac d or afraid,\\nOwning Him God, Who so could scan\\nHis musings in the lonely shade\\nThe position before us is, that we ourselves, and such as we, are\\nthe very persons whom Scripture speaks of: and to whom, as men, in\\nevery variety of persuasive form, it makes its condescending though\\ncelestial appeal. The point worthy of observation is, to note how a\\nbook of the description and the compass which we have represented\\nScripture to be, possesses this versatility of power this eye, like that\\nof a portrait, uniformly fixed upon iis, turn ichere toe will,\\nMiller s Bampton Lectures, p. 128.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "238 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nIn his own pleasant fig-tree s shade,\\nWhich by his household fountain grew,\\nWhere at noon-day his prayer he made\\nTo know God better than he knew.\\nOh bappy hours of heaven-ward thought I\\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\\nT]ie 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.\\nHeaven to that gaze shall open wide,\\nAnd brightest angels to and fro\\n*0n messages of love shall glide\\nTwixt God above and Clirist 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.*\\nThey go from strength to strength. Psalm Ixxxiv. 7.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "ST. MATTHEW. 239\\n(jod 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.\\nAnd after these things He went forth, and saw a publican, ntined\\nLevi, sitting at the receipt of custom and He said unto him. Follow\\nMe. And he 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\\nvale\\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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "240 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThen as ye turn d your weary eye\\nTo the green earth and open sky,\\nWere ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell\\nAmid that dreary glare, in this world s citadel\\nBut love s a flower that will not die\\nFor lack of leafy screen.\\nAnd Christian Hope can cheer the eye\\nThat ne er saw vernal green\\nThen be ye sure that Love can bless\\nEven in this crowded loneliness,\\nWhere ever-moving myriads seem to say,\\nGo thou art 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 wonder, fancy-blest,\\nTo where their gracious Lord,\\nIn vain, to win proud Pharisees,\\nSpake, and was heard by fell disease*\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIt seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of L(?vi took\\nplace immediately after the healing of the paralytic in the preseaee oi\\nthe Pharisees.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "ST. MATTHEW. 241\\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\\nWhere He vouchsaf d to eat,\\nHow the Most Holy did not shrink\\nFrom touch of sinner s meat\\nWhat worldly hearts and hearts impure\\nWent with Him through the rich man s door,\\nThat we might learn of Him lost souls to love,\\nAnd view His least and worst with hope to meet above.\\nThese gracious lines shed Gospel light\\nOn Mammon s gloomiest cells.\\nAs on some city s cheerless night\\nThe tide of sun-rise swells,\\nTill tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud\\nAre mantled with a golden cloud,\\nAnd to wise hearts this certain hope is given\\nNo mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of\\nHeaven.\\nSt. Matthe\\\\* ix. 10.\\n21", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "242 THE CHEISTIAN YEAR.\\nAnd oh if even 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\\nSt. Pkljael mxb nil gingHs.\\nAre the} 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 homewarJ\\nall,\\nFlush d with victorious might,\\nYe might have sped to keep high festival,\\nAnd revel in the light\\nBut meeting us, weak worldlings, on our way,\\nTired ere the fight begun,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. 248\\nYe turn d to help ui in th unequal fray,\\nRemembering Whose we were, how dearly won\\nRemembering. Bethlehem, and that glorioua night\\nWhen ye, who used to soar\\nDiverse along all space in fiery flight,\\nCame thronging to adore\\nYour God new-born, and made a sinner s child\\nAs if the stars should leave\\nTheir stations in the far ethereal wild.\\nAnd round the sun a radiant circle weave.\\nNor less your lay of triumph greeted fair\\nOur Champion and your King,\\nIn that first strife, whence Satan in despair\\nSunk down on scathed wing\\nAlone He fasted, and alone He fought\\nBut when his toils were o er.\\nYe to the sacred Hermit duteous brought\\nBanquet and hymn, your Eden s festal store.\\nYe too, when lowest in th abyss of woe\\nHe plung d to save His sheep,\\nWere leaning from your golden thrcnes to know\\nThe secrets of that deep\\nBut clouds were on His sorrow one alone\\nHis agonizing call\\nSummon d from Heaven, to still that bitterest groan,\\nAnd comfort Him, the Comforter of all.\\nOh highest favour d of all Spirits create,\\n(If right 0^ thee we deem)", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "244 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nHow didst thou glide on brightening wing elate\\nTo meet th unclouded b^am\\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\\nEven as He goes with the same human heart,\\nWith the same godlike train.\\nOh jealous God how could a sinner dare\\nThink on that dreadful day,\\nBut that with all Thy wounds Thou wilt be there,\\nAnd all our angel friends to bring Thee on Thy wiy\\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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "ST. LUKE. 245\\nSet Thy baptismal seal upon our brow,\\nAnd waft us lieaven-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\\nf hen all together rise, and reign with Thee,\\n4nd all their holy joy o er contrite hearts fulfil\\n\u00c2\u00bbt I\u00c2\u00abb.\\nLuke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you. Colossians iv. 14,\\nDemas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world. Only\\nLu]m\u00c2\u00bb is 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\\nEven sinners for the evil day*\\nrka Lord hath made all things for Himself: yea, even the wicked\\nfor he day of evil. Proverbs xvi. 4.\\n21*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "246 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWer 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,\\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.\\nl oubt 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\\n**His life is Christ, his death is gain.\\nPhilippians i. 21.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "ST. LUKE. 247\\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,*\\nHe and his lot unchang d remain.\\nBut only Luke is with him now\\nAlas that even the martyr s cell,\\nHeaven s very gate, should scope allow\\nFor the false world s seducing spell.\\nTis sad but yet tis well, be sure,\\nWe on the sight should muse awhile,\\nNor deem our shelter all secure\\nEven in the Church s holiest aisle.\\nVainly before the shrine he bends.\\nWho knows not the true pilgrim s part\\nThe martyr s cell no safety lends\\nTo him, who wants the martyr s heart.\\nBut if there be, who follows Paul\\nAs Paul his Lord, in life and death,\\nWhere er an aching heart may call.\\nReady to speed and take no breath\\nIn the Epistle to the Philippians, I know that I shall abide \u00c2\u00a3,nd\\neontinue with you all I count not myself to have apprehended,\\nchap. i. 25 iii. 13.\\nIn 2 Timothy, I have finished my course, c., ch. iv. 7, 8.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "248\\nTHE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWhose joy is, to the wandering sheep\\nTo tell of the great Shepherd s love;\\nTo learn of mourners while they weep\\nThe music that makes mirth above\\nWho makes the Saviour all his theme,\\nThe Gospel all his pride and praise\\nApproach for thou canst feel the gleam\\nThat round the martyr s death-bed plays\\nThou hast an ear for angels songs,\\nA breath the Gospel trump to fill,\\nAnd taught by thee the Church prolongs\\nHer hymns of high thanksgiving still. f\\nAh dearest mother, since too oft\\nThe world yet wins some Demas frail\\nEven from thine arms, so kind and soft,\\nMay thy tried comforts never fail\\nWhen faithless ones forsake thy wing,\\nBe it vouchsaf d thee still to see\\nThy true, fond nurslings closer cling,\\nCling closer to their Lord and thee.\\nThe Gospel of St. Luke abounds most in such passages as the para-\\nble of the lost sheep, which display God s mercy to penitent sinners.\\nt The Christian hymns are all in St. Luke: the Magnificat, Ben\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00ab\\ndictufc, and Nua Dimittis.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE. 249\\n^t Simon aitir 3t |ttk.\\nThat je should earnestly contend for* the faith -which was once deli-\\nvered unto the saints. *S^ Jude 3.\\nSeest thou, liow 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?f\\nMake haste, and take her home, and bring\\nThine household choir, in true accord\\nTheir soothing hymns for her to sing\\nSoft on her fluttering heart shall breathe\\nThe fragrance of that genial isle.\\nThere she may weave her funeral wreath,\\nAnd to her own sad music smile.\\nThe Spirit of the dying Son\\nIs there, and fills the holy place\\nWith records sweet of duties done,\\nOf pardon d foes, and cherish d grace.\\nAnd as of old by two and two J\\nHis herald saints the Saviour sent\\nenayoyvis^eadai be very anxious for it: feel for it as tor a\\nfriend in jeopardy.\\nt 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.\\nX St. Mark vi. 7 St. Luke x. 1.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "250 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nTo soften hearts like morning dew,\\nWhere He to shine in mercy meant\\nSo evermore He deems His name\\nBest honour d and His way prepar d.\\nWhen watching by His altar-flame\\nHe sees His servants duly pair d.\\nHe loves when age and youth are met,\\nFervent old age and youth serene,\\nTheir high and low in concord set\\nFor sacred song, Joy s golden mean.\\nHe loves when some clear soaring mind\\nIs drawn by mutual piety\\nTo simple souls and unrefin d,\\nWho in life s shadiest covert lie.\\nOr if perchance a sadden d heart\\nThat once was gay and felt the spring,\\nCons slowly o er its alter d part.\\nIn sorrow and remorse to sing,\\nThy gracious care will send that way\\nSome spirit full of glee, yet taught\\nTo bear the sight of dull decay.\\nAnd nurse it with all-pitying thought\\nCheerful as soaring lark, and mild\\nAs evening blackbird s dull-toned lay,\\nWhen the relenting sun has smil d\\nBright through a whole December day.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "ALL saints day. 251\\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.\\ngill Saints gag.\\nHurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed\\nthe servants of our God in their foreheads. Bcvelations 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 shows the woodland scene\\nEach flower and tree, its duty done,\\nReposing in decay serene,\\nLike weary men when age is won.\\nSuch calm old age as conscience pure\\nAnd self-commanding hearts insure,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "252 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWaiting their summons to the sky,\\nContent to live, but not afraid to die.\\nSure if our eyes were purg d to trace\\nGod s unseen armies hovering round,\\nWe should behold by angels grace\\nThe four strong winds of Heaven fast bound,\\nTheir downward sweep a moment 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 AVar with greedy eyes.\\nTill some repenting heart be ready for the skies.\\nThink ye the spires that glow so bright\\nIn front of yonder setting sun.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "HOLY COMMUNION. 258\\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 praise\\nand joy.\\n^olg Commwmon.\\nGod 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.\\n22", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "254 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR.\\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?\\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 loved 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 -j-\\nAnd we must hope, so sweet the tone.\\nThe precious words are all our own.\\nSo God loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son.*\\nSie the sentences in the Communion Service, after the Confession.\\nt Come unto Me all that travail and are heavy laden, and I will\\nrefresh you.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "HOLY COMMUNION. 255\\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.\\nShe pleads by all Thy mercies, told\\nThy chosen witnesses of old.\\nLove s heralds sent to man forgiven,\\nOne from the Cross, and one from Heaven.*\\nThis, of true Penitents the chief,\\nTo the lost spirit brings relief.\\nLifting on high th adored Name\\nSinners to save, Christ Jesus came. f\\nThat, dearest of Thy bosom Friends,\\nInto the wavering heart descends\\nWhat fall n again yet cheerful rise, J\\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 ealms of triumph or of rest,\\nFrom Him who saw creation s morn,\\nOf all Thine angels eldest born,\\nSt. Paul and St. John.\\nt This is a true saying, and worthy of all men to be received, That\\nChrist Jesus came into the world to save sinners.\\nX If any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ\\nthe righteous.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "256 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\nf 0-Ig \u00c2\u00a7n^tkm.\\nWhere is it mothers learn their love\\nIn every Church a fountain springs\\nO er which th eternal Dove\\nHovers on softest wings.\\nWhat sparkles in that lucid flood\\nIs water, by gross mortals ey d\\nBut seen by Faith, tis blood\\nOut of a dear Friend s side.\\nA few calm words of faith and prayer,\\nA few bright drops of holy dew,\\nShall work a wonder there\\nEarth s charmers never knew.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "HOLY BAPTISM. 257\\nhapxjy arms, where cradled lies,\\nAnd reu^dy for the Lord s embrace,\\nThat precious sacrifice,\\nThe darling of His grace\\nBlest eyes, that see the smiling gleam\\nUpon the slumbering features glow,\\nWhen the life-giving stream\\nTouches the tender brow\\nOr when the holy cross is sign d,\\nAnd the young soldier duly sworn\\nWith true and fearless mind\\nTo serve the Virgin-born.\\nBut happiest ye, who seal d and blest\\nBack to your arms your treasure take,\\nWith Jesus mark impress d\\nTo nurse for Jesus sake\\nTo whom as if in hallow d air\\nYe knelt before some awful shrine\\nHis innocent gestures wear\\nA meaning half divine\\nBy whom Love s daily touch is seen\\nIn strengthening form and freshening hue,\\nIn the fix d brow serene,\\nThe deep yet eager view.\\nWho taught thy pure and even breath\\nTo come and go with such sweet grace\\n22*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "258 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWhence thy reposing Faith,\\nThough in our frail embrace\\ntender 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.\\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?", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "CATECHISM. 259\\nAnd lov d He not of Heaven to talk\\nWith children in His sight,\\nTo meet them in His daily walk,\\nAnd to His arms invite\\nWhat though around His throne of fire\\nThe everlasting chant\\nBe wafted from the seraph choir\\nIn glory jubilant\\nYet stoops He, ever pleas d .0 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\\nIn His own words we Christ adore,\\nBut angels, as we speak.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "26C THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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\\nConfirmation.\\nThe 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.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "CONFIRMATION. 261\\nAnd soft as pure, and warm as bright,\\nThey brood upon life s peaceful hour,\\nAs if the Dove that guides their flight\\nShook from her plumes a downy shower\\nSpirit of might and sweetness too\\nNow leading on the wars of God,\\nNow to green isles of shade and dew\\nTurning the waste Thy people trod\\nDraw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil\\nBetween us and the fires of youth\\nBreathe, Holy Ghost, Thy freshening gale,\\nOur fever d brow in age to soothe.\\nAnd oft as sin and sorrow tire.\\nThe hallow d hour do Thou renew,\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "262 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\npatrimong.\\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\\nEven wedded Love, till Thou be nigh,\\nDares not believe her gain\\nThen in the air she fearless springs.\\nThe breath of Heaven beneath her wings,\\nAnd leaves her woodnote wild, and sings\\nA tun d and measur d strain.\\nIll fare the lay, though soft as dew\\nAnd free as air it fall,\\nThat, with Thine altar full in view.\\nThy votaries would enthrall\\nTo a foul dream, of heathen night,\\nLifting her torch in Love s despite,\\nAnd scaring with baso wildfire light\\nThe sacred nuptial hall.\\nFar other strains, far other fires.\\nOur marriage-offering grace", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "3IATR1M0NT. 263\\nWelcome, all chaste and kind desires,\\nWith even matron pace\\nApproaching down the hallow d aisle\\nWhere should she seek Love s j erfect smile,\\nBut where your prayers were learned 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.\\nTis He who clasps the marriage bond.\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "264 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\n5@^i$itation anir \u00e2\u0082\u00acommnnxon oi il^t Sixk,\\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.\\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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "VISITATION OF THE SICK. 265\\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.\\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.\\nsoothe 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,\\n23", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "266 IHE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nTo be sung on, where Angels soar,\\nWith blended voices evermore.\\n\u00c2\u00a7xxxml of t^t \u00c2\u00a7tnh.\\nAnd when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said\\nunto her, Weep not. And he came and touched the bier and they\\nthat bare him stood still. And He said. Young man, I say unto thee.\\nArise. St. Luhe 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.\\nWho says the widow s heart must break,\\nThe childless mother sink", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 26\\nA kinder truer voice I hear,\\nWhich even beside that mournful bier\\nWhence parents eyes would hopeless shrink,\\nBids weep no more 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.\\nEven such an awful soothing calm\\nWe sometimes see alight\\nOn Christian mourners, while they wait\\nIn silence, by some church-yard gate.\\nTheir summons to the holy rite.\\nAnd such the tones of love, which break\\nThe stillness of that hour.\\nQuelling th embitter d spirit s strife\\n**The 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "268 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nAnsweiing its call; we glacUier 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.\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "CHURCHING OF WOMEN. 269\\nC^urt^mg of Wiomtn.\\nIs there, in bowers of endless spring,\\nOne known from all the seraph band\\nBy softer voice, by smile and wing\\nMore exquisitely bland\\nHere let him speed to-day this hallow d air\\nis fragrant with a mother s first and fondest prayer.\\nOnly let Heaven her fire impart.\\nNo richer incense breathes on earth\\n**A 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,\\nwhat a treasure of sweet thought\\nIs here what hope and joy and love\\nAll in one tender bosom brought.\\nFor the all-gracious Dove\\nTo brood o er silently, and form for Heaven\\nEach passionate wish and dream to dear affection given.\\nHer fluttering heart, too keenly blest,\\nWould sicken, but she leans ^n 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.\\nWhen the woman comes to this office, the rubric (as it was altered\\nat the last review) directs that she be decently apparelhd, i. e., as the\\ncustom a7id order was formerly, tcith a wJiite covering or veil. Wheatly\\non the Common P-ajer, c. xiii. sect. i. .S.\\n23*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "270 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nWe are too weak, when Thou dost bless,\\nTo bear the joy help, Yirgin-born\\nBj Thine own mother s first caress,\\nThat wak d Thy natal morn I\\nHelp, by the unexpressive smile, that made\\nX Heaven on earth around the couch where Tnou\\nwast laid\\nCommirtatimt.\\nThe prayers are o er: why slumberest thou so\\nlong.\\nThou voice of sacred song\\nWhy swell st thou not, like breeze from mountain\\ncave,\\nHigh o er the echoing nave,\\nThe white-rob d priest, as otherwhile, to guide,\\nUp to the Altar s northern side\\nA mourner s tale of shame and sad decay\\nKeeps back our glorious sacrifice to-day\\nThe widow d Spouse of Christ: with ashes\\ncrown d.\\nHer Christmas robes unbound,\\nShe lingers in the porch for grief and fear,\\nKeeping her penance drear.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nis it nought to you that idly gay,\\nOr coldly proud, ye turn away\\nBut if her warning tears in vain be spent,\\nLo, to her alter d eye the Law s stern fires are lent.\\nI", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "COMMINATION. 271\\nEach awful curse, that on Mount Ebal rang,\\nPeals with a direr clang\\nOut of that silver trump, whose tones of old\\nForgiveness only told.\\nAnd who can blame the mother s fond affright,*\\nWho sporting on some giddy height\\nHer infant sees, and springs with hurried hand\\nTc snatch the rover from the dangerous strand\\nBut surer than all words the silent spell\\n(So Grecian legends tell)\\nWhen to her bird, too early scap d the nest,\\nShe bares her tender breast,\\nSmiling he turns and spreads his little wing.\\nThere to glide home, there safely cling.\\nSo yearns our mother o er each truant son.\\nSo softly falls the lay in fear and wrath begun.\\nWayward and spoil d she knows ye the keen\\nblast.\\nThat brac d her youth, is past\\nThe rod of discipline, the robe of shame\\nShe bears them in your name\\nOnly return and love. But ye perchance\\nAre deeper plung d in sorrow s trance\\nYour God forgives, but ye no comfort take\\nTill ye have scourg d the sins that in your conscience\\nache.\\nheavy laden soul kneel down and hear\\nThy penance in calm fear\\nAlliding to a beautiful anecdote in the Greek Anthology, torn. i.\\n180, ed Jacobs. See Pleasures of Memory, p. 133.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "272 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR\\nWith thine own lips to sentence all thy sin\\nThen, by the judge within\\nAbsolv cl, 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.\\nJorms of ^ragtr to h tistir at S^a,\\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\\nAVith 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 cf war\\nCome lightening round our course,\\nThou breath st a note like music from afar,\\nTempering rude hearts with calm angelic force.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "FORMS OF PRAYER TO BE USED AT SEA. 27 6\\nFar, far away, the homesick seaman s hoard,\\nThy fragrant tokens live,\\nLike flower-leaves in a precious volume stor d,\\nTo solace and relieve\\nSome heart too weary of the restless world\\nOr like thy sabbath Cross,\\nThat o er the brightening billow streams unfurl d,\\nWhatever gale the labouring vessel toss.\\nkindly 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,* unchanging orbs of\\nbliss.\\nAnd there was no more sea. Revelations xxi. 1.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "2T4 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\n#unpobirtr ^xtUBon,\\nAa tjiou hast testified of Me in Jerusalem, so must thou bear witnesi\\nalso at Rome. Acts xxiii. 11.\\nBeneath the burning eastern sky\\nThe cross was rais d at morn\\nThe widow d Church to weep stood by,\\nThe world, to hate and scorn.\\nNow, journeying westward, evermore\\n^Xe 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.\\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", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "GUNPOWDER TREASON. 275\\nWho to lier side in peace would cling,\\nBut fear to wake, and find\\nWhat thej 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.\\nIf thou hast lrf)v d, in hours of gloom,\\nTo dream the dead are near,\\nAnd people all the lonely room\\nWith guardian spirits dear,\\nDream on the soothing dream at will\\nThe lurid mist is o er.\\nThat show d the righteous suffering still\\nUpon th eternal shore.\\nIf with thy heart the strains accord,\\nThat on His altar-throne\\nHighest exalt thy glorious Lord,\\nYet leave Him most thine own\\ncome to our Communion Feast\\nThere present in the heart.\\nISot in the hands, th eternal Priest\\nWill His true self impart.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "276 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nThus, should thy soul misgiving turn\\nBack to th enchanted air,\\nSolace and warning thou mayst learn\\nFrom all that tempts thee there.\\nAnd by all the pangs and fears\\nFraternal spirits know,\\nWhen for an elder s shame the tears\\nOf wakeful anguish flow,\\nSpeak gently of our sister s fall\\nWho knows but gentle love\\nMay win her at our patient call\\nThe surer way to prove\\n^ing C^arks iht Partgr\u00c2\u00bb\\nThis is thankworthy, if a man for conscience toward God endure grie^\\nsuffering wrongfully. 1 St. Peter ii. 19.\\nPraise to our pardoning God though silent now\\nThe thunders of the deep prophetic sky.\\nThough in our sight no powers of darkness bow\\nBefore th Apostles glorious company\\nThe Martyrs noble army still is ours,\\nFar in the North our fallen days have seen\\nHow in her woe the tenderest spirit towers\\nFor Jesus sake in agony serene.\\nPraise to our God not cottage hearths alone,\\nAnd shades impervious to the proud world s glare,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "KING CHARLES THE MARTYR. 277\\nfeuch witness yield a monarch from his thi one\\nSprings to his Cross and finds his glory there.\\nYes wheresoever one trace of thee is found,\\nAs in the Sacred Land, the shadows fall\\nWith beating hearts we roam the haunted ground,\\nLone battle-field, or crumbling prison hall.\\nAnd there are aching solitary breasts.\\nWhose widow d walk with thought of thee is\\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.*\\nHis Majesty then bade him (Mr. Herbert) withdraw for he was\\nabout an hour in private with the Bishop (Juxon) and being called in,\\nthe Bishop went to prayer; and reading also the 27th chapter of th\u00c2\u00ab\\nGospel of St. Matthew, which relateth the Passion of our Blessed\\nSaviour. The King, after the Service was done, asked the Bishop, if\\nhe had made choice of that chapter, being so applicable to his present\\n24", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "278 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nAnd yearly now, before the Martyrs King,\\nFor thee she offers her maternal tears,\\nCalls us, like thee, to His dear feet to cling,\\nAnd bury in His wounds our earthly fears.\\nThe Angels hear, and there is mirth in Heaven,\\nFit prelude of the joy, when spirits won\\nLike thee to patient Faith, shall rise forgiven,\\nAnd at their Saviour s knees thy bright example\\ngt^e gltstoratiort of t)^z ^ogal Jamilg,\\nAnd Barzillai said unto the King, How long have I to live, that I should\\ngo up with the King unto Jerusalem 2 Sarmiel 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\\nThe while round altar, niche, and shrine,\\nThe funeral evergreens entwine.\\nAnd a dark brilliance cast,\\ncondition The Bishop replied, May it please your Gracious Majesty,\\nit is the proper lesson for the day, as appears by the Kalendar which\\nthe King was much affected with, so aptly serving as a seasonable prep-\\naration for his death that day. Herberts 3fenwirs, p. 131.\\nThe organ is silent in many Churches during Passica week: and\\nin some it is the custom to put up evergreen boughs at Easter as well\\nas at Christmas time.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "THE RESTORATION OF THE ROYAL FAMILY. 279\\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\\nFor with that triumph seem d to float\\nFar on the breeze one dirgelike note\\nOf orphanhood and loss.\\nFather and King, where art thou\\nA greener wreath adorns thy brow,\\nAnd clearer rays surround\\nfor one hour of prayer like thine.\\nTo plead before the all-ruling shrine\\nFor Britain lost and found\\nAnd he,* 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.\\nRead Fell s Life of Hammond, p. 283-296. Oxford, 1800.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "280 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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 offe^.ng 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\\nAs I was with Moses, so I will be with theo 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,", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "THE ACCESSION, 281\\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.\\nOne rock amid the weltering floods,\\nOne torch in a tempestuous night,\\nOne changeless pine in fading woods\\nSuch is the thought of Love and Might,\\nTrue Might and ever-present Love,\\nWhen Death is busy near the throne.\\nAnd Sorrow her keen sting would prove\\nOn Monarchs orphan d and alone.\\nIn that lorn hour and desolate.\\nWho could endure a crown but He,\\nWho singly bore the world s sad weight,\\nIs near, to whisper, Lean on Me\\nThy days of toil, thy nights of care,\\nSad lonely dreams in crowded hall,\\nDarkness within, while pageants glare\\nAround the Cross supports them all.\\npromise of undying Love\\nWhile monarchs seek thee for repose,\\n24-*", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "282 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\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.\\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.\\n\u00c2\u00a9rbmatiott.\\nAfter this, the congregation shall be desired, secretly in their p ayer\u00c2\u00ab,\\nto make their humble supplications to God for all these things: for tho\\nwhich prayers there shall be silence kept for a space.\\nAfter which shall be sung or said by the Bishop (the persor s to be\\nordained Priests all kneeling), Veni, Creator Spiritus. B^hriein\\nthe 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,*\\nWhen lie had opened the sevimth seal, there was silence in HeAven\\nabout the space of half an hour. Hev. viii. 1.", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE ACCESSION. 283\\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,\\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": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "284 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.\\nOft as at morn or soothing eve\\nOver the Holy Fount they lean,\\nTheir fading garuind 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 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\u00e2\u0080\u0094 mightiest then.\\nCome ever true, come ever near.\\nAnd wake their slumbering love again,\\nSpirit of God s most holy Fear!", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nA.ND is there in God s world so drear a place\\nAnd wilt Thou hear the fever d heart\\nAngel of wrath vvhy linger in mid air\\nAs ra^ s around the source of light\\nAs when the Paschal week is o er\\nAt length the worst is o er, and Thou art laid\\nAwake again the Gospel-trump is blown\\nBeneath the burning eastern sky\\nBless d are the pure in heart\\nCreator, Saviour, strengthening Guide\\nDear is the morning gale of spring\\nFather to me Thou art and Mother dear\\nFill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour\\nFirst Father of the holy seed\\nFoe of mankind too bold thy race\\nGo not away, thou weary soul 156\\nGo up and watch the new-born rill 10\u00c2\u00a7\\n72\\n28\\n278\\n100\\n14\\n274\\n214\\n137\\n223\\n87\\n90\\n110\\n64\\n(285)", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "286 INDEX.\\nPAOS\\nHold up thy mirror to the sun 236\\nHues of the rich unfolding morn 9\\nI mark d a rainbow in the north 49\\nIn troublous days of anguish and rebuke 160\\nIs it not strange, the darkest hour 97\\nIs there, in bowers of endless spring 269\\nIs this a time to plant and build 165\\nIt is so ope thine eyes, and see 182\\nIt was not then a poet s dream 147\\nLessons sweet of spring returning 44\\nLord, and what shall this man do 30\\nLord, in Thy field I work all day 134\\nMy Saviour, can it ever be 117\\nNot till the freezing blast is still 17\\nNow is there solemn pause in earth and heaven 120\\nfor a sculptor s hand 112\\nGod of mercy, God of might 253\\nhateful spell of Sin when friends are nigh .145\\nholy mountain of my God 95\\nLord my God, do Thou Thy holy will 92\\nThou who deign st to sympathize 219\\nYouth and Joy, your airy tread 264\\nOf the bright things in earth and air 22\\nOh day of days shall hearts set free 102\\nOh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes 251\\nOh! who shall dare in this frail scene 221\\nOn Sinai s top, in prayer and trance 170\\nPraise to our pardoning God! tnough silent now 276\\nProphet of God, arise and take 158\\nRed o er the forest peers the setting sun 195\\nSay, ye celestial guards, who wait 32", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n287\\nSee Lucifer like lightning fall\\nSee ?t thou, how tearful and alone\\nSinoe all that is not Heaven must fade\\nSit down and take thy fill of joy\\nSoft cloud, that while the breeze of May\\nStar of the East, how sweet art Thou\\nStately thy walls, and holy are the prayers\\nSweet Dove the softest, steadiest plume\\nSweet nurslings of the vernal skies\\nTen cleans d, and only one remain\\nTis gone, that bright and orbed blaze\\nTis true, of old th unchanging sun\\nThe bright-hair d morn is glowing\\nThe clouds that wrap the setting sun\\nThe Earth that in her genial breast\\nThe heart of childhood is all mirth\\nTh historic Muse, from age to age\\nThe live-long night we ve toil d in vain\\nThe midday sun, with fiercest glare\\nThe morning mist is clear d away\\nThe prayers are o er why slumberest thou so\\nThe shadow of th Almighty s cloud\\nThe shower of moonlight falls as still and\\nThe Son of God in doing good\\nThe voice that from the glory came\\nThe world s a room of sickness, where each\\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 th 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\\nI clear\\nlong\\nheart\\nWake, arm divine awake\\n55", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "288\\nINDEX.\\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\\nWlien 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\\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\\nWho says, the wan autumnal sun\\nWhy blo^^- st thou not, thou wintry wind\\nWhy doth my Saviour weep\\nWhy should we faint and fear to live alone\\nWill God indeed with fragments bear\\nWish not, dear friends, my pain away\\n207\\n115\\n193\\n25\\n20\\n153\\n205\\n128\\n9\\n186\\n256\\n140\\n188\\n217\\n266\\n251\\n163\\n197\\n202\\n177\\nYe hermits blest, ye holy maids\\nYe stars that round the Sun of righteousness\\nYe whose hearts are beating high\\nYes deep within and deeper yet\\n239\\n242\\n85\\nTHE END.\\n7 3 4 a", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3581", "width": "1877", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3581", "width": "1877", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "^c\\nA ^C s\\n^0\\nV-*\\n0^\\niv-\\nS M\\no.\\n\\\\0\\nv^\\nK", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "U i^-\\no\\n\u00c2\u00bbi3\\nn\\n^a\\no\\n-t;^^", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n014 494 766 6", "height": "3581", "width": "1955", "jp2-path": "christianyear05kebl_0300.jp2"}}