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Full many a dreary anxious hour,
We watch our nets alone
In drenching spray, and driving shower, And hear the night-bird's moan:
At morn we look, and nought is there;
Who then from pining and despair
There is a stay-and we are strong;
Our Master is at hand,
To cheer our solitary song,
And guide us to the strand,
In his own time: but yet awhile
Cast after cast, by force or guile
By blameless guile or gentle force,
As when He deign'd to teach
(The lode-star of our Christian course)
Upon this sacred beach.
Should e'er thy wonder-working grace
Triumph by our weak arm,
Let not our sinful fancy trace
Aught human in the charm:
To our own nets' ne'er bow we down,
The angels, while our draught they own,
Or, if for our unworthiness
Toil, prayer, and watching fail,
In disappointment Thou canst bless,
So love at heart prevail.
b Habakkuk i. 16. They sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense
unto their drag.
c St. Matth. xiii. 49.
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord and Nathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin thou shalt not die. 2 Samuel xii. 23.
WHEN bitter thoughts, of conscience born,
With sinners wake at morn,
When from our restless couch we start,
Where is the spell to charm those mists away,
One stedfast thought, that God is there.
These are thy wonders, hourly wrought",
Thou Lord of time and thought,
d See Herbert's Poems, p. 160.
Into a moment's vision: even as light
Mounts o'er a cloudy ridge, and all is bright, From west to east one thrilling ray Turning a wintry world to May.
Wouldst thou the pangs of guilt assuage?
Lo here an open page,
Where heavenly mercy shines as free,
Never so fast, in silent April shower,
The dull hard stone within him melt.
The absolver saw the mighty grief,
"The Lord forgives; thou shalt not die :"'Twas gently spoke, yet heard on high, And all the band of angels, us'd to sing In heaven, accordant to his raptur'd string, Who many a month had turn'd away With veiled eyes, nor own'd his lay,
c And all this leafless and uncolour'd scene
Shall flush into variety again.
Now spread their wings, and throng around
And welcome, with bright open face,
The broken heart to love's embrace. The rock is smitten, and to future years Springs ever fresh the tide of holy tears And holy music, whispering peace Till time and sin together cease.
There drink and when ye are at rest,
Think on the shame, that dreadful hour
f The fifty-first Psalm.
g Ps. li. 12. 66
seems to mean 66
'Uphold me with thy free Spirit." The original word ingenuous, princely, noble." Read Bishop Horne's
Paraphrase on the verse.