No light had we, for that we do repent; No light, so late! and dark and chill the night! Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now. Have we not heard the Bridegroom is so sweet? O, let us in, though late, to kiss His feet! No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now. A. Tennyson LXXX "UNTO HIM WHO HATH LOVED US” There is no love like the love of Jesus, Never to fade or fall, Till into the fold of the peace of God He has gather'd us all! There is no heart like the heart of Jesus Fill'd with a tender lore; Not a throb nor throe our hearts can know There is no eye like the eye of Jesus Piercing far away : Never out of the sight of its tender light Can the wanderer stray ! There is no voice like the voice of Jesus, Ah! how sweet its chime, Like the musical ring of some rushing spring In the summer-time ! O might we listen that voice of Jesus, O might we never roam, Till our souls should rest, in peace, on His breast, In the Heavenly home! W. E. Littlewood LXXXI "I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE" Come, my way, my truth, my life: Come, my light, my feast, my strength: Such a feast, as mends in length: Come, my joy, my love, my heart : Such a heart, as joys in love. G. Herbert LXXXII "WE'VE NO ABIDING CITY HERE” We've no abiding city here: This may distress the worldling's mind; Who hopes a better rest to find. We've no abiding city here: Sad truth, were this to be our home! We've no abiding city here : Then let us live as pilgrims do! We've no abiding city here: We seek a city out of sight; Zion! Jehovah is her strength; O! sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! I'd flee away, and be at rest! T. Kelly LXXXIII "A FOUNTAIN OPENED FOR SIN AND FOR UNCLEANNESS" There is a fountain fill'd with blood And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, The dying thief rejoiced to see Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious Blood Till all the ransom'd church of God E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me: 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, To sound in God the Father's ears, W. Cowper H LXXXIV CHRIST'S CHURCH UNIVERSAL "My Name shall be great among the Gentiles" Yes, so it was ere Jesus came; And Silence took her turn with song, That own'd the festal day. For in Earth's daily circuit then But now to the revolving sphere Each point of time, from morn to eve, From eve to morning, The shrine doth from the spouse receive Praise and adorning. 7. Keble LXXXV THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS And is there care in Heaven, and is there love That may compassion of their evils move? There is-else much more wretched were the case |