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Such were the tender arms, where cradled lay
In her sweet natal day
The Church of JESUS; such the love
Warm'd underneath the Comforter's safe wing
They spread th' endearing warmth around :
Here healing dews and balms abound :
By trial taught your pain:
Here loving hearts, that daily know
Sweet thoughts are theirs, that breathe serenest
And passions on God's altar laid.
With rays of love divine,
a Acts iv. 37. Having land, he sold it, and brought the money, and laid it at the Apostles' feet.
Through darkest nooks of this dull earth Pouring, in showery times, their glow of “ quiet
New hearts before their Saviour's feet to lay,
This is their first their dearest joy:
For mutual love without alloy :
They write some hero-soul,
More pleas'd upon his brightening road To wait, than if their own with all his radiance glow'd.
O happy spirits, mark'd by God and man
Their messages of love to bear, b
The genial amarant wreath to wear,
Ye banquet there above,
Yet in your sympathetic heart
a Acts ix. 27. Barnabas took him, and brought him (Saul) to the Apostles.
b Acts xi. 22. xiii, 2.
Comfort's true sons ! amid the thoughts of down
That strew your pillow of repose,
By sweet remembrance soothe our woes,
Lives in our embers here,
Where'er the Cross is borne with smiles,
Where'er one Levite in the temple keeps
The watch-fire of his midnight prayer,
In heavenly balm, fresh gather'd there ;
Only win double life:
They have but left our weary ways To live in memory here, in heaven by love and praise. LXXXVI.
ST. JOHN BAPTIST'S DAY.
Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and terrible day of the Lord : and he shall turn the heart of the fathers unto the children, and the hearts of the children to the fathers. Malachi iv. 4, 5.
TWICE in her season of decay The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
Dart from the wild its piercing ray: Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,
The herald star,
Whose torch afar
Methinks we need him once again,
By Cherith's side we seek in vain,
Angels no more
From Sinai soar,
But wafted to her glorious place
His spirit with a dear embrace
Well-pleas'd to view
Her likeness true,
Deathless himself, he joys with thee
And in the blest could envy be,
Star of our morn,
Who yet unborn c
Now resting from your jealous care For sinners, such as Eden cannot know,
Ye pour for us your mingled prayer, No anxious fear to damp Affection's glow.
Love draws a cloud
From you to shroud Rebellion's my stery here below.
c St. Luke i. 44. The Babe leaped in her womb for joy