I have seen We heard-sonorous cadences! whereby, William Wordsworth. The pious man In this bad world, where mists and couchant storms [faith Hide heaven's fine circlet, springs aloft in Above the clouds that threat him, to the fields Of ether, where the day is never veiled With intervening vapors; and looks down Serene upon the troublous sea that hides The earth's fair breast, that sea whose nether face To grovelling mortals frowns and darkens all; 1215. FAITH, Gift of. O faith, thou workest miracles Upon the hearts of men, O gift of gifts! O grace of faith! How many hearts Thou mightst have had How many souls more worthy far Ah, grace! unto unlikeliest hearts How will they die, how will they die, The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, Earth looks so little and so low, F. W. Faber. 1216. FAITH, Guard thy. Faith shall walk the stormy water; 1217. FAITH, Lack of. Look aside to lack of faith, the mass of ills it bringeth; round the heart All things treacherous, base, and vile, dissolving the brotherhood of men. Bonds break; the cement hath lost its hold; and each is separate from other; That which should be neighborly and good is cankered into bitterness and evil. O thou serpent, fell Suspicion, coiling coldly [to the soulO thou asp of subtle Jealousy, stinging hotly O distrust, reserve, and doubt-what reptile shapes are here, [among its flowers! Poisoning the garden of a world with death No need of many words, the tale is easy to be told: [the picture. A point will touch the truth, a line suggest For if, in thine own home, a cautious man and captious, [soon wilt make a thief: Thou hintest at suspicion of a servant, thou Or if, too keen in care, thou dost evidently disbelieve thy child, Thou hast injured the texture of his honor, and smoothed to him the way of lying Or if thou observest upon friends, as seeking thee selfishly for interest, Thou hast hurt their kindliness to thee, and shalt be paid with scorn. M. F. Tupper. 1218. FAITH, Lesson of. Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day, Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine, same And as he walked he prayed. Even the [years, Old prayer with which, for half a score of Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord! Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blindSend me a man who can direct my steps! Then, as he mused, he heard along his A sound as of an old man's staff among [path The dry, dead linden leaves; and looking up, He saw a stranger, weak, and poor, and old. "Peace be unto thee, father!" Tauler said; “God give thee a good day?" The old man raised [son; Slowly his calm blue eyes: "I thank thee, But all my days are good, and none are ill." Wondering thereat, the preacher spake again, [smiled, "God give thee happy life." The old man “I never am unhappy.” Tauler laid [sleeve: His hand upon the stranger's coarse, gray "Tell me, O father, what thy strange words mean. 66 Surely man's days are evil, and his life [son, And for the happiness of which I spake, Like the first ray which fell on chaos, clove So, entering with a changed and cheerful step The city gates, he saw, far down the street, Jewelled with sunbeams on its mural crown, 1219. FAITH, Light of. Faith lights us through the dark to Deity: Whilst, without sight, we witness that she To thy heart take faith Soft beacon-light upon a stormy sea; A mantle for the pure in heart, to pass Through a dim world untouched by living death; A cheerful watcher through the spirit's night, Soothing the grief from which she may not flee; A herald of glad news; a seraph bright, Pointing to sheltering heavens yet to be. Lucy Hooper. 1221. FAITH, Offspring of Therefore love and believe, for works will follow spontaneous, Even as the day the sun; the right from the good is an offspring, Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than Animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate spring-tide. H. W. Longfellow. 1222. FAITH, Omnipotence of. That mighty faith on me bestow, Which cannot ask in vain, Till Thou into my soul inspire But is it possible that I Should live and sin no more? The faith shall bring the power. Which doth the mountains move; Charles Wesley. 1223. FAITH, Our Father's. In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; Our fathers chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free; How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for Thee! Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to thee till death. Faith of our fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife; And preach thee, too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life; Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to Thee till death. 1224. FAITH, Power of F. W. Faber. Triumphant faith! Who, from the distant earth, looks up to Seeing invisibility, suspending [heaven, Eternity from the breath of God. She can pluck mountains from their rooted thrones, And hurl them into ocean; and from pain, And prisons, and contempt, extort the palm Of everlasting triumph. She doth tread Upon the neck of pride, like the free wind On angry ocean. Lo! with step erect [fires, She walks o'er whirlpool waves and martyr And depths of darkness and chaotic voids; Dissolving worlds, rent heavens, and dying Yea, and o'er paradises of earth's bliss, [suns; And oceans of earth's gold, and pyramids And temples of earth's glory; all these she spurns With feet fire-shod, because her hand is placed Upon her Father's breast and take the crown From love's rejoicing hand. E. Tatham. 1225. FAITH, Praying in. And I am left alone with Thee; Look on Thy hands, and read it there! Thy new, unutterable Name? To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. 'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue,. Or touch the hollow of my thigh; Though every sinew be unstrung, Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly; When I am weak, then I am strong: I fall, and yet by faith I stand; But confident in self-despair; Be conquer'd by my instant prayer! Pure universal Love Thou art! To me, to all, Thy bowels move: Through faith I see Thee face to face, I know Thee, Saviour, Who Thou art; Hath rose, with healing in His wings; Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. Lame as I am, I take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home! 1226. FAITH, Profession of With golden bells, the priestly vest, And called for fruit as well as sound. Easy, indeed, it were to reach A mansion in the courts above, But none shall gain the blissful place, 1227. FAITH, Reason and. 1228. FAITH, Salvation by. And can it be, that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died He for me, who caus'd His pain, For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing Love! how can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 'Tis mystery all! Th' Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of Love Divine. 'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore! Let angel minds inquire no more! He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace;) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race. 'Tis mercy all, immense and free! For O, my God! it found out me! Long my imprison'd spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffus'd a quickening ray; I woke; the dungeon flam'd with light: My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow'd Thee! Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven; Still the atoning Blood is near, That quench'd the wrath of hostile Heaven; I feel the life His wounds impart ; I feel my Saviour in my heart. No condemnation now I dread; And cloth'd in righteousness Divine, 1229. FAITH, Saved by. Now the third and fatal conflict for the Persian throne was done, And the Moslem's fiery valor had the crowning victory won. Harmosan, the last and boldest the invader to defy, Captive, overborne by numbers, they were bringing forth to die. Then exclaimed that noble captive: "Lo, I perish in my thirst; Give me but one drink of water, and let then arrive the worst!" "But what fear'st thou?" cried the caliph ; "is it, friend, a secret blow? Fear it not! our gallant Moslems no such treacherous dealing know. "Thou mayst quench thy thirst securely, for thou shalt not die before Thou hast drunk that cup of water,-this reprieve is thine-no more!" Quick the satrap dashed the goblet down to earth with ready hand, And the liquid sank forever, lost amid the burning sand. "Thou hast said that mine my life is, till the water of that cup I have drained; then bid thy servants that spilled water gather up!" For a moment stood the caliph as by doubtful passions stirred; Then exclaimed, "Forever sacred must remain a monarch's word. "Bring another cup, and straightway to the noble Persian give: Drink, I said before, and perish,- -now I bid thee drink and live!" Richard Chenevix Trench. 1230. FAITH, Trial of. Still, still without ceasing, This fervor of holy desire; And often exclaim, Let me die in the flame Of a love that can never expire! Had I words to explain What she must sustain Who dies to the world and its ways; How joy and affright, Distress and delight, Alternately chequer her days. Thou, sweetly severe ! I would make thee appear, In all thou art pleased to award, This faith, in the dark Through many sharp trials of love; Is the sorrowful waste In the way to the Canaan above. Madame Guyon, tr. by William Cowper. 1231. FAITH, Visions of The child-like faith, that asks not sight, Waits not for wonder or for sign, Believes, because it loves aright, Shall see things greater, things divine. Heaven to that gaze shall open wide, And brightest angels to and fro On messages of love shall glide 1232. FAITH, Works of. Faith is a living power from heaven Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need Faith feels the Spirit's kindling breath 1233. FAITHFULNESS, Angelic. sustained Superior, nor of violence feared aught; 1234. FAITHFULNESS, Canine. A barking sound the shepherd hears, He halts, and searches with his eyes And now at distance can discern A stirring in a brake of fern; The dog is not of mountain breed: Nor is there any one in sight It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps, till June, December's snow; Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, |