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RESTORATION OF THE ROYAL FAMILY.
“The Great Rebellion, and all the miseries and oppressions
consequent thereupon.”—Prayer Book.
Friend of the friendless! Thou art there
When throbs a soul with silent prayer
In hours of sadness holy;
And viewless Angels hover nigh
With placid brow and pensive eye,
To watch our melancholy.
When throbs a soul with silent prayer
In hours of sadness holy;
And viewless Angels hover nigh
With placid brow and pensive eye,
To watch our melancholy.
“Stand still! and your salvation see,”—
Duty and blessing both from Thee,
Lord, here may faith discern;
Submission is that saving power
Which glorifies Earth's darkest hour,
Could Love the secret learn.
Duty and blessing both from Thee,
Lord, here may faith discern;
Submission is that saving power
Which glorifies Earth's darkest hour,
Could Love the secret learn.
The Cup that Jesus bow'd to drink,
Though feeling start, and flesh may shrink,
Disciple! thou must drain;
A suff'ring Head each member thrills;
We conquer, by enduring ills,
And bleed before we reign!
Though feeling start, and flesh may shrink,
Disciple! thou must drain;
A suff'ring Head each member thrills;
We conquer, by enduring ills,
And bleed before we reign!
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Thus, when dead Ages we untomb
And wander down their peopled gloom
Beholding what hath been,—
A patient mind and quiet heart
Have ever filled the Hero's part
In history's troubled scene.
And wander down their peopled gloom
Beholding what hath been,—
A patient mind and quiet heart
Have ever filled the Hero's part
In history's troubled scene.
Submission, passive, deep, and pure,
Alone has proved a matchless cure
For all the Church has borne;
Her watchword was, “Stand still! and see
The unbared arm of Deity,
Since thou art unforlorn.”
Alone has proved a matchless cure
For all the Church has borne;
Her watchword was, “Stand still! and see
The unbared arm of Deity,
Since thou art unforlorn.”
Thus when apostate Creeds began
To blight the erring mind of man,
How meekly bore his wrong
That five-times banish'd Saint, who kept
The truth unstain'd, while ruin swept
In Arian blasts along.
To blight the erring mind of man,
How meekly bore his wrong
That five-times banish'd Saint, who kept
The truth unstain'd, while ruin swept
In Arian blasts along.
Still breathes a theocratic air
In church and creed, if God be there,
As Faith will ne'er deny;
Unweapon'd, save by inward grace,
Believers move with martyr-pace
Beneath the fiercest sky.
In church and creed, if God be there,
As Faith will ne'er deny;
Unweapon'd, save by inward grace,
Believers move with martyr-pace
Beneath the fiercest sky.
The worst of kings seems nobler far
Than mad Rebellion's impious war,
In havoc, blood, and fire;
The sin of witchcraft,—brand it well,
Its birth-seed is the pride of hell,
By which dark Fiends aspire!
Than mad Rebellion's impious war,
In havoc, blood, and fire;
The sin of witchcraft,—brand it well,
Its birth-seed is the pride of hell,
By which dark Fiends aspire!
A Nemesis for injured kings
Or soon, or late, atonement brings,—
Dead Empires this declare;
Some thunder-blast of whelming wrath
Will burst upon that Nation's path,
Who robs a kingdom's heirs.
Or soon, or late, atonement brings,—
Dead Empires this declare;
Some thunder-blast of whelming wrath
Will burst upon that Nation's path,
Who robs a kingdom's heirs.
And ever, as this day returns
Oh, Saviour-god! our spirit learns
Where safety true resides;
That not our merit, but Thine arm,
Not foresight, but Thy prescient charm
Our refuge still provides.
Oh, Saviour-god! our spirit learns
Where safety true resides;
That not our merit, but Thine arm,
Not foresight, but Thy prescient charm
Our refuge still provides.
In orphanhood the Church may roam,
And crownless monarchs need a home
To exiled anguish lent;
Base faction with Iscariot-breath
May shout for dungeon, rack and death,—
But Faith can be content.
And crownless monarchs need a home
To exiled anguish lent;
Base faction with Iscariot-breath
May shout for dungeon, rack and death,—
But Faith can be content.
Content to watch, and weep, and wait,
And bear the ban of iron Fate
With uncomplaining heart;
Her patience is a holy strength
Subduing crime with prayer at length,
Which Christ and Grace impart.
And bear the ban of iron Fate
With uncomplaining heart;
Her patience is a holy strength
Subduing crime with prayer at length,
Which Christ and Grace impart.
Sun of the Church! Thou Saviour bright,
A glory gilds the darkest night
Affliction can endure,
When Thy pure Spirit sheds a ray
On saints who keep the narrow way,
Like angel-paths secure.
A glory gilds the darkest night
Affliction can endure,
When Thy pure Spirit sheds a ray
On saints who keep the narrow way,
Like angel-paths secure.
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