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Shall light upon some lurking harm,
Doubt we, how souls so wanton change,
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his Christ-like chain;
Two converts, watching by his side,
Pass a few years-look in once more-
b Philip. i. 21.
c In the Epistle to the Philippians, " I know that I shall continue with
you all I count not myself to have apprehended." i. 25. iii. 13.
In 2 Tim. "I have finished my course," &c. iv. 7, 8.
But only Luke is with him now :—
'Tis sad-but yet 'tis well, be sure,
Even in the Church's holiest aisle.
Vainly before the shrine he bends,
Who knows not the true pilgrim's part :
The martyr's cell no safety lends
To him, who wants the martyr's heart.
But if there be, who follows Paul
As Paul his Lord, in life and death,
Ready to speed and take no breath;
Whose joy is, to the wandering sheep
To tell of the great Shepherd's love";
d The Gospel of St. Luke abounds most in such passages as the parable the lost sheep, which display God's mercy to penitent sinners.
To learn of mourners while they weep
Who makes the Saviour all his theme,
The Gospel all his pride and praise—
Thou hast an ear for angels' songs,
Ah! dearest mother, since too oft
The world yet wins some Demas frail
When faithless ones forsake thy wing,
Cling closer to their Lord and thee.
The Christian hymns are all in St. Luke: the Magnificat, Benedictus, and Nunc Dimittis.
ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE.
should earnestly contend for f the faith which was once delivered unto the saints. St. Jude 3.
SEEST thou, how tearful and alone,
And drooping like a wounded dove,
The widow'd Church is fain to rove?
Who is at hand that loves the Lord"?
Make haste and take her home, and bring'
Thine household choir, in true accord
Their soothing hymns for her to sing.
Soft on her fluttering heart shall breathe
† ἐπαγωνίζεσθαι: "be very anxious for it:" "feel for it as for a friend in jeopardy."
3 St. John xix. 26. Then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother: and from that hour that disciple took her to his own home.
The Spirit of the dying Son
Is there, and fills the holy place
With records sweet of duties done,
Of pardon'd foes, and cherish'd grace.
And as of old by two and two"
His herald saints the Saviour sent To soften hearts like morning dew, Where He to shine in mercy meant;
So evermore He deems his name
Best honour'd and His way prepar'd, When watching by his altar-flame He sees his servants duly pair'd.
He loves when age and youth are met, Fervent old age and youth serene,
Their high and low in concord set
For sacred song, Joy's golden mean.
He loves when some clear soaring mind Is drawn by mutual piety
To simple souls and unrefin'd,
Who in life's shadiest covert lie.
h St. Mark vi. 7. St. Luke x. 1.