SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. JOHN 1. THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The Lord will come! but not the same The Lord will come! a dreadful form, Can this be Thee who wont to stray Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. LUKE XXI. In the sun and moon and stars Signs and wonders there shall be; Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity. Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, Tossed with stronger tempests, rise: Shall the Judge of men appear. Come, Jesus! come! return again; With brighter beam thy servants bless, Who long to feel thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness! A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home! Yet mid the wild and wint'ry gale, When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer! rest on Thee! Come, Jesus! come! and, as of yore The prophet went to clear thy way, A harbinger thy feet before, A dawning to thy brighter day: So now my grace with heavenly shower Then come and reap thy harvest there! THE FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. THE world is grown old, and her pleasures are past; The world is grown old, and her form may not last; The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here, THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. MATT. XI. OH, Saviour, is thy promise fled? No longer might thy grace endure, To heal the sick and raise the dead, And preach thy gospel to the poor? CHRISTMAS DAY. OH, Saviour, whom this holy morn Incarnate Word! by every grief, Who shall yet return from high, EPIPHANY. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall, Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all! Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would his favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. LUKE II. ABASHED be all the boast of age! Be hoary learning dumb! Expounder of the mystic page, Behold an Infant come! Oh, Wisdom, whose unfading power Beside th' Eternal stood, To frame, in nature's earliest hour, The land, the sky, the flood; Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile An infant form to wear; With Israel's elders round, Conversing high with Israel's God, Thy chiefest joy was found. So may our youth adore thy name! FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose! Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; By cool Siloam's shady rill The rose that blooms beneath the hill And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, O Thou, whose infant feet were found Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age and death, SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. The stream thy word to nectar dyed, Though now no more on earth we trace FOR THE SAME. INCARNATE Word, who, wont to dwell Oh, when our soul from care is free, Then may we seem, in Fancy's ear, So may such joy, chastised and pure, FOR THE SAME. WHEN on her Maker's bosom The new-born earth was laid, And nature's opening blossom Its fairest bloom displayed; When all with fruit and flowers The laughing soil was drest, And Eden's fragrant bowers Received their human guest; No sin his face defiling, The heir of Nature stood, And God, benignly smiling, Beheld that all was good! Yet in that hour of blessing, A single want was known; Oh, God of pure affection! To Cana's nuptial board. To wedded love be shown, Whom thou hast linked in one. From the lusts whose deep pollutions From the miser's cursed treasure, From the drunkard's jest obscene, From the world, its pomp and pleasure, Jesus! Master! make us clean! FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPI- WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish, We fly to our Maker-" Help, Lord! or we perish!" Oh, Jesus! once tossed on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow, Now, seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his danger-" Help, Lord! or we perish!" And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When hell in our heart his wild warfare is waging, Arise in thy strength thy redeemed to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer-" Help, Lord! or we perish !" SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. "Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, 'Oh, as the griefs ye would assuage THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. That wait on life's declining year, MATT. VIII. LORD! whose love, in power excelling, Washed the leper's stain away. Jesus! from thy heavenly dwelling, Hear us, help us, when we pray! From the filth of vice and folly, From infuriate passion's rage, Evil thoughts and hopes unholy, Heedless youth and selfish age; Secure a blessing for your age, "And ye, whose locks of scanty gray "One hour remains, there is but one! SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY. On, God! by whom the seed is given; By whom the harvest blest; Whose word like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast; Preserve it from the passing feet, Though buried deep or thinly strewn, QUINQUAGESIMA. LORD of mercy and of might, Jesus, hear and save! Who, when sin's primæval doom Jesus, hear and save! Strong, Creator, Saviour mild, Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus, hear and save! Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings, Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus, hear and save! Soon to come to earth again, Judge of angels and of men, Hear us now, and hear us then, Jesus, hear and save! THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. Blessed was the breast that fed thee! Blessed was the parent's eye That watched thy slumbering infancy! Blessed she by all creation, Who brought forth the world's salvation! And blessed they, for ever blest, Who love thee most and serve thee best! Virgin-born! we bow before thee! FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. OH, King of earth and air and sea! To thee the lions roaring call, Then grant thy servants, Lord! we pray, The fishes may for food complain; Thy bounteous hand with food can bless And oh, when through the wilds we roam Do thou thy gracious comfort give, FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. On Thou, whom neither time nor space Can circle in, unseen, unknown, Nor faith in boldest flight can trace, Save through thy Spirit and thy Son! And Thou that from thy bright abode, To us in mortal weakness shown, Didst graft the manhood into God, Eternal, co-eternal Son! And Thou whose unction from on high By comfort, light, and love is known! Who, with the parent Deity, Dread Spirit! art for ever one! |