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In human flesh and shape He went,
Adorned with His passion's scars;
Which in Heaven's sight He did present
More glorious than the glittering stars.

O happy pledge of pardon sure,

And of an endless blissful state, Since human nature once made pure, For Heaven becomes so fit a mate!

Lord, raise our sinking minds therefore,
Up to our proper country dear;
And purify us evermore,

To fit us for those regions clear.

That when He shall return again
In clouds of glory, as He went,
Our souls no foulness may retain,
But be found pure and innocent.

And so may mount to His bright hosts
On eagle wings up to the sky,

And be conducted to the courts
Of everlasting bliss and joy.

Henry Moore

LI

CHRIST OUR GOD

He, Who on earth as man was known,

And bore our sins and pains,

Now, seated on the eternal Throne,
The God of Glory reigns.

His hands the wheels of Nature guide
With an unerring skill,

And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey His sovereign will.

While harps unnumber'd sound His praise
In yonder world above,
His saints on earth admire His ways
And glory in His love.

His righteousness, to faith reveal'd,
Wrought out for guilty worms,
Affords a hiding-place and shield
From enemies and storms.

This land through which His pilgrims go,
Is desolate and dry;

But streams of grace from Him o'erflow,
Their thirst to satisfy.

When troubles, like a burning sun,

Beat heavy on their head,
To this Almighty Rock they run,

And find a pleasing shade.

How glorious He! how happy they
In such a glorious Friend!

Whose love secures them all the way,

And crowns them at the end.

J. Newton

LII

THE MEDIATOR

Where high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The Saviour of mankind appears.

He who for man in mercy stood,
And pour'd on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His plan of grace,
The guardian God of human race.

Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye,
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.

Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling for our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, and agonies, and cries.

In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathises in our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

J. Logan

III

THE WRITTEN WORD

LIII

THE BIBLE

Dim-as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wandering travellers-

Is reason to the soul: and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky,
Not light us here; so reason's glimmering ray
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way,
But guide us upward to a better day.
And as those nightly tapers disappear

When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere,
So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight;
So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
John Dryden

LIV

THE GOSPELS

And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands, the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thought.

Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the wave
In roarings round the coral reef.

A. Tennyson

LV

THE SECOND DAY OF CREATION

This world I deem

But a beautiful dream

Of shadows that are not what they seem,

Where visions rise,

Giving dim surmise

Of the things that shall meet our waking eyes.

Arm of the Lord!

Creating Word!

Whose glory the silent skies record
Where stands Thy name

In scrolls of flame

On the firmament's high-shadowing frame.

I gaze o'erhead,

Where Thy hand hath spread

For the waters of Heaven that crystal bed,
And stored the dew

In its deeps of blue,

Which the fires of the sun come temper'd through.

Soft they shine

Through that pure shrine,

As beneath the veil of Thy flesh divine,

Beams forth the light

That were else too bright

For the feebleness of a sinner's sight.

I gaze aloof

On the tissued roof,

Where time and space are the warp and woof,

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