XII.
1. Men.
Glory be to God on high.
From Thy skirts in mortal life
Flow'd a stream with healing rife;
What new blessings shall attend
The everlasting Friend,
Coming from His holy seat
In the living Paraclete?
The savour of celestial things
In the deep bosom springs,
And Faith o'er the cold heart extends her brooding wings.
2. Angels.
Peace be upon earth below.
Soft as falls the heavenly dew,
Weary nature to renew,
Or the flakes, unearthly pure,
Of the snowy coverture,
Thus, too high for mortal sense,
Christ His presence doth dispense,
Seen in diviner sympathies,
In sacred things made wise,
And the deep Spirit's voice of penitential sighs.
3. Men and Angels.
Good will to man from God above.
Jesus hath left His flock below,
And gone into the mount to pray
For His disciples, left to go
Without Him on the stormy way;
They, when the storm their souls shall try,
Shall see Him walking nigh,
And find anon upon the heavenly shore,
Where they shall go from Him on stormy waves no more.