« 上一頁繼續 »
Ye might have sped to keep high festival,
But meeting us, weak worldlings, on our way,
Ye turn'd to help us in th' unequal fray,
Remembering Bethlehem, and that glorious night When ye, who used to soar
Diverse along all space in fiery flight,
Came thronging to adore
Your God new-born, and made a sinner's child ; As if the stars should leave
Their stations in the far ethereal wild,
And round the sun a radiant circle weave.
Nor less your lay of triumph greeted fair
Alone He fasted, and alone He fought;
Ye to the sacred Hermit duteous brought
Ye too, when lowest in th' abyss of woe
He plung'd to save his sheep,
Were leaning from your golden thrones to know
But clouds were on his sorrow: once alone
His agonizing call
Summon'd from Heaven, to still that bitterest groan, And comfort Him, the Comforter of all.
Oh! highest favour'd of all Spirits create,
How didst thou glide on brightening wing elate
Of Jesus from the couch of darkness rising!
How swell'd thine anthem's sound,
With fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising, "Your God is risen, and may not here be found."
Pass a few days, and this dull darkling globe
Must yield him from her sight ;
Brighter and brighter streams his glory-robe,
Then, when through yonder everlasting arch,
Pour'd, heralding Messiah's conquering march,
With us they staid, high warning to impart; “The Christ shall come again
"Even as He goes; with the same human heart, "With the same godlike train."
"Oh! jealous God! how could a sinner dare Think on that dreadful day,
But that with all thy wounds Thou wilt be there, And all our angel friends to bring Thee on thy way?
Since to thy little ones is given such grace,
Alway to God in Heaven, and see His face,
To wait around our path in weal or woe,
Set thy baptismal seal upon our brow,
And waft us heaven-ward with enfolding wing:
Grant, Lord, that when around th' expiring world
While on her death-bed, ere to ruin hurl'd,
She owns thee, all too late,
They to their charge may turn, and thankful see
Thy mark upon us still;
Then all together rise, and reign with Thee,
Colossians iv. 14.
Luke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you.
Only Luke is
TWO clouds before the summer gale
But two capricious human hearts-
eye pursue their lawless starts
Along their wild self-chosen maze.
He only, by whose sovereign hand
Even sinners for the evil day"
Were made who rules the world he plann'd,
He only can the cause reveal,
Why, at the same fond bosom fed,
Till the same prayer were duly said,
Brothers in blood and nurture too,
He only knows,-for He can read
Why vainly oft our arrows speed
When aim'd with most unerring art;
While from some rude and powerless arm
A random shaft in season sent
a Proverbs xvi. 4. The Lord hath made all things for himself, yea, even the wicked for the day of evil.