"But, sufferer! is no comfort near Thy terrors to remove?" "There is to whom my soul was dear, But I have scorned his love." “What if his hand were nigh to save From endless death thy days?" "The soul he ransom'd from the Should live but to his praise!" grave "Rise then, oh rise! his health embrace, With heavenly strength renew'd; And such as is thy Saviour's grace, FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lo! the lilies of thefield, How their leaves instruction yield! By the blessed birds of Heaven! "Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : "Say, with richer crimson glows Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow! God provideth for the morrow! "One there lives whose guardian eye Guides our humble destiny; One there lives who, Lord of all, Pass we blithely, then, the time, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow; SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. WAKE not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! Weep not, oh widow ! weep not hopelessly! Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation, Strong is the word of God to succour thee! Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him: Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him: Widow'd and childless, she has lost her all! Why pause the mourners? Who forbids our weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delay'd? "Set down the bier-he is not dead but sleeping! 66 Young man, arise!"-He spake, and was obey'd! |