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By earth that trembles at His doom,
By yonder saints who burst their tomb,
By Eden, promised ere He died
To the felon at his side,

Lord! our suppliant knees we bow;
Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is He?
By the last and bitter cry,
The ghost given up in agony;
By the lifeless body laid

In the chamber of the dead;
By the mourners come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep;
Crucified! we know Thee now;
Son of Man! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!
Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,
'Lord! they know not what they do!'
By the spoil'd and empty grave,
By the souls He died to save,
By the conquest he hath won,
By the saints before his throne,
By the rainbow round his brow,
Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

MILMAN.

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS,

PARAPHRASED.

CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid,

The world's foundations first were laid,

Come, visit every pious mind;

Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.

O! Source of uncreated light,
The Father's promised Paraclete !
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us while we sing.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy!

Thou strength of his almighty hand

Whose pow'r does heaven and earth command.

Proceeding Spirit! our defence,

Who dost the gifts of tongues dispense,

And crown'st thy gifts with eloquence !

Refine and purge our earthly parts;

But oh

inflame and fire our hearts!

Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul;

And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand and hold them down.

Chase from us the eternal foe,

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.
Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son, by thee.

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THE HOLY GHOST THE SANCTIFIER.

Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name :
The Saviour Son be glorified,

Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,

Eternal Paraclete, to thee.

DRYDEN.

LIGHT WITHIN.

"Quench not the Spirit."

GOD's Spirit shines within the hearts
Of all that love and fear his name,
And grace and holiness imparts

Through every coming age the same;
Earth is to them no wizard maze
Beset with danger and with fear,
Nor hope the ignis fatuus blaze
Of an infected atmosphere :

Then why shall we distrust each hour,

Though shadow'd o'er by guilt and sin,

When an eternal Godhead power

Hath given the faithful—“Light within?"

And many are the florets springing
Beneath that vivifying light,

That new-born joys are daily bringing
To make our earthly way more bright;

Buds that bursting still with balm,
And blossoms gifted by the skies,
To make the wounded spirit calm,
And the rude heart a paradise:

THE HOLY GHOST THE SANCTIFIER. 33 Whence the Eternal yet might walk At the soft cool of morn or even, And, as in Eden's garden, talk

With spirits journeying to heaven.

The blithe young herald lark, though born
Even in a nest of lowly earth,
Soars 'mid the clear deep blue at morn,
To greet the bright sun's daily birth:
The gentle dove, though she has been

Stolen from her nest by those that roam,
When loosed, though climes may intervene,
Will spread her pinions towards home :-
Shall man, then, be without a guide,
To show the goal 'tis his to win?
Oh no! for God will still preside,
To shed in love his "Light within."
A light to teach, a light to move,
And be the spirit's comforter;
A voice to question and reprove,
Whene'er the giddy soul may err.
O! softer than the gales of spring
Shed o'er the yellow heath in bloom,
Comes the delightful whispering

Of that all heavenly voice in gloom; And brighter than the brightest gleam Of sunshine on the brightest sphere, Comes down that everlasting beam,

Our fond and faithful hearts to cheer!

Then be not faithless, man! nor spurn
That inward radiance, struggling through
Thy spirit, like the stars that burn

At midnight, in the mist-veil'd blue!

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Quench not the hidden flame, that lies
All secret, but yet burning still,
Like the pure central fires that rise
Within some ice enveloped hill!
But yield to it, and it will lead

Thee on from truth to truth divine,
Make thee the Lord's in faith, in deed,
And all his love and glory thine.

W. MARTIN.

SUNRISE,

NATURAL AND SPIRITUAL.

"The Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in his wings."-ISAIAH.

OLD Nature hath joy when the day is begun,
In the warmth and the light of the uprising SUN;
Who comes full of pomp, like a monarch of old,
And pours from the East an oblation of gold;
Before him the bright multitudinous host
Of far-beaming stars, are all scatter'd and lost;
And the Earth, his fond bride, turneth to him her
face,

Rejoicing once more to receive his embrace;

He looks at her tresses, the clouds in their gloom, And they blush in his gaze like young roses in bloom;

The mists are resolved into jewels and gems,
And on the green sward throw their diadems:
Then riseth the incense of dew-weeping flowers,
From hills and from valleys, from meadows and
bowers;

They lift up their heads in sensations of bliss,
And he plants on their eyes full of tears a fond kiss:

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