The Sanctuary A Companion in Verse for the English Prayer Book. By Robert Montgomery |
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Ninth Sunday after Trinity.
“All our fathers ------ were baptised unto Moses in the cloud.
—Epistle for the Day.
Mid awful gloom when Moses brought,
The Law of fire and flame,
Eternal Duty then was taught
In dread Jehovah's name.
The Law of fire and flame,
Eternal Duty then was taught
In dread Jehovah's name.
But, radiantly descendeth now
Deep wisdom from above;
For mildness clothes His gracious brow,
Whose ev'ry line is love!
Deep wisdom from above;
For mildness clothes His gracious brow,
Whose ev'ry line is love!
It was not thus, the God of old,
Imperial Law declared,
When round Him pealing thunders roll'd
And red-wing'd lightnings glared.
Imperial Law declared,
When round Him pealing thunders roll'd
And red-wing'd lightnings glared.
The people shudder'd, like a leaf,
Amid their black'ning gloom;
And Conscience saw no just relief
Beyond, or in, the tomb.
Amid their black'ning gloom;
And Conscience saw no just relief
Beyond, or in, the tomb.
But, bright the contrast now appears,
When the mild Lord of grace
From the green Mount dispels all fears,
By His benignant face.
When the mild Lord of grace
From the green Mount dispels all fears,
By His benignant face.
The breeze, soft lyrist of the spring,
Was harping o'er the flowers;
And humming bees upon the wing
Enjoy'd their golden hours;
Was harping o'er the flowers;
And humming bees upon the wing
Enjoy'd their golden hours;
A vernal radiance threw its gleam
Of gladness o'er the hills;
While, rich as love-tones in a dream,—
The gushing of the rills.
Of gladness o'er the hills;
While, rich as love-tones in a dream,—
The gushing of the rills.
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And, like the season, so the Word
Was mild as Mercy's breath;
No curse was in His counsel heard,
Nor, doom of legal death.
Was mild as Mercy's breath;
No curse was in His counsel heard,
Nor, doom of legal death.
Humility and meekness were
In hues of heaven array'd;
And He, whose life was living prayer,
Their perfect Type display'd.
In hues of heaven array'd;
And He, whose life was living prayer,
Their perfect Type display'd.
All mental grace, all moral gift,
Whate'er men seek, or find,
Is blasted,—if it proudly lift
Or bloat, the conscious mind.
Whate'er men seek, or find,
Is blasted,—if it proudly lift
Or bloat, the conscious mind.
Contingent, finite, from the dust,
What Nothings are we all!—
For in the tomb, the proudest must
A worm his brother call.
What Nothings are we all!—
For in the tomb, the proudest must
A worm his brother call.
All pride becomes a fiendish spark
Of hell, within the soul;
And He who dreads that region dark,
Abhors its least control.
Of hell, within the soul;
And He who dreads that region dark,
Abhors its least control.
The poor in spirit,—blest are they
Above the world who live;
Their wisdom is to watch, and pray,
And, like their Lord, forgive.
Above the world who live;
Their wisdom is to watch, and pray,
And, like their Lord, forgive.
Nor seek they for Ambition's wealth,
Or sigh for world-applause;
But, calm in sickness, as in health,
To Heaven commit their cause.
Or sigh for world-applause;
But, calm in sickness, as in health,
To Heaven commit their cause.
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