The Sanctuary A Companion in Verse for the English Prayer Book. By Robert Montgomery |
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Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.
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Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.
“Blessed are the eyes which see the things, ye see!”
—Gospel for the Day.
As certain also of your own poets, have said.”
—Acts xvii. 28.
Living masters of the lyre!
Ye who feel celestial fire,
Priests, whose sacrifice are songs,
Poets!—unto you belongs
Privilege on earth to be,
(If your harps to heaven are true,)
Laureates of eternity,
Chanting more than Homer knew.
Ye who feel celestial fire,
Priests, whose sacrifice are songs,
Poets!—unto you belongs
Privilege on earth to be,
(If your harps to heaven are true,)
Laureates of eternity,
Chanting more than Homer knew.
Magic, mystery, and might,
Such as charm our earth-bound sight,
From the ocean, sky, and air
Kindle poetry and prayer,
When, by inspiration fraught
Pure as God and genius bring,—
Bards in Nature's realm have sought
What no sensual harpers sing.
Such as charm our earth-bound sight,
From the ocean, sky, and air
Kindle poetry and prayer,
When, by inspiration fraught
Pure as God and genius bring,—
Bards in Nature's realm have sought
What no sensual harpers sing.
Hue, and harmony, and grace
Featured on Creation's face;
Beauty, grandeur, love and light,
Beaming Day and dark-brow'd Night,—
To the Poets of the Lord
Sacramental ever prove,
Touch'd by that transforming Word,
Binding earth with heaven above.
Featured on Creation's face;
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Beaming Day and dark-brow'd Night,—
To the Poets of the Lord
Sacramental ever prove,
Touch'd by that transforming Word,
Binding earth with heaven above.
Signs and symbols Nature hath
Scatter'd o'er her mystic path,
Like a wordless Bible, preaching
What no Science can be teaching
While, unread in heavenly lore,
She but scans what He has made,—
Seldom yearning to adore
God in His Own work array'd.
Scatter'd o'er her mystic path,
Like a wordless Bible, preaching
What no Science can be teaching
While, unread in heavenly lore,
She but scans what He has made,—
Seldom yearning to adore
God in His Own work array'd.
If in realms of heart and home
Fancy-dreams delight to roam,
Tinging all with hues of song
Which to poet-worlds belong,
Let your lyric numbers roll
With a cadence pure and high,—
Chanting His divine control
Watching man with sleepless eye.
Fancy-dreams delight to roam,
Tinging all with hues of song
Which to poet-worlds belong,
Let your lyric numbers roll
With a cadence pure and high,—
Chanting His divine control
Watching man with sleepless eye.
But, how dread your boundless loss!
If beneath th' almighty Cross,
Strains of more melodious worth
Than attuned by choral Earth,—
Kindle no enraptur'd spell
To the praise of Him Who died,
Vanquishing both death and hell
On that Cross when crucified.
If beneath th' almighty Cross,
Strains of more melodious worth
Than attuned by choral Earth,—
Kindle no enraptur'd spell
To the praise of Him Who died,
Vanquishing both death and hell
On that Cross when crucified.
Priests of melody, and song,
Unto Christ your harps belong
In Whose glories faith can see
Hopes which fill eternity!—
Nature, Providence, and Grace,
Threefold while to man they prove,
Blend in One, to Whom we trace
All they hold of light and love.
Unto Christ your harps belong
In Whose glories faith can see
Hopes which fill eternity!—
Nature, Providence, and Grace,
Threefold while to man they prove,
Blend in One, to Whom we trace
All they hold of light and love.
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