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So let'thy turtle dove's sad call arise
In doubt and fear
Through darkening skies,
Where on the house topa, all night long,
Teach her to know and love her hour of prayer,
As faith grows rare,
In holier love and humbler vows,
Not as at first, but with intenser cry,
Upon the mount
She now must lie,
Of her rebellious race be won,
a Psalm cii. 7.
b Deut. ix. 25. I fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as I fell down at the first.
But chiefly (for she knows thee anger'd worst
By holiest things
Profan'd and curst) Chiefly for Aaron's seed she spreads her wings, If but one leaf she
from Thee Win of the reconciling tree.
For what shall heal, when holy water banes ?
Or who may guide
O’er desert plains
If Aaron's hand unshrinking mould
Therefore her tears are bitter, and as deep
Her boding sigh,
As,while men sleep,)
To muse upon some darling child
Therefore on fearful dreams her inward sight
Is fain to dwell-
c Exodus xxxii. 4.
Shall the last darkness of the world dispel,
The Mediator in his wrath
Yet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,
In act to breaku
Thine outrag'd laws,
Withdraw thine hand, nor dash to earth
'Tis forfeit like the first we own it all
Yet for love's sake,
Let it not fall;
That nearest to thine altar lie,
Teacher of teachers ! Priest of priests ! from Thee
The sweet strong prayer
Must rise, to free
Thou art our Moses out of sight-
d Exodus xxxii. 19.
Why stand ye gazing up into Heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into Heaven. Acts i. 11.
SOFT cloud, that while the breeze of May 21-22 Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch,
Draw’st thy bright veil across the heavenly way, Meet pavement for an angel's glorious march:
My soul is envious of mine eye,
The while my groveling thoughts half buried lie,
Chains of my heart, avaunt I sayI will arise, and in the strength of love
Pursue the bright track ere it fade away, My Saviour's pathway to his home above.
Sure, when I reach the point where earth Melts into nothing from th’uncumber'd sight,
Heaven will o'ercome th' attraction of my birth, And I shall sink in yonder sea of light:
Till resting by th' incarnate LORD,
I mark him, how by seraph hosts ador'd
The sun and every vassal star,
Wait on His word: and yet he stays his car
He listens to the silent tear
And shall our dreams of music bar our ear
Nay, gracious Saviour—but as now
So help us evermore with thee to bow