A Mirror of Faith Lays and Legends of the Church in England. By the Rev. J. M. Neale |
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Bishop Wren in the Tower.
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XXVIII. Bishop Wren in the Tower.
This is the lot Thy Will ordains:
This is the lot I gladly take:
Only, O Lord, where Satan reigns,
One humble prayer to Thee I make:
O give me yet, before I die,
To see Thy Church's victory!
This is the lot I gladly take:
Only, O Lord, where Satan reigns,
One humble prayer to Thee I make:
O give me yet, before I die,
To see Thy Church's victory!
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I think of those with whom I shar'd
Unfear'd defeat, unhop'd success:
Of all we did, of all we dar'd,
Of all that God vouchsaf'd to bless:
O give me yet once more, say I,
To join my brethren ere I die!
Unfear'd defeat, unhop'd success:
Of all we did, of all we dar'd,
Of all that God vouchsaf'd to bless:
O give me yet once more, say I,
To join my brethren ere I die!
The same sweet counsel did we take,
In the same House of Prayer we knelt,
And lips with one another spake,
And hearts with one another felt:
Oh! be it joy, or be it care,
Be mine, say I, my brethren's share!
In the same House of Prayer we knelt,
And lips with one another spake,
And hearts with one another felt:
Oh! be it joy, or be it care,
Be mine, say I, my brethren's share!
I know each stands to guard his post:
For Holy Church each plays the man:
And I alone, of all the host,
Aid in the strife no longer can:
That once to victory, or to rout,
Went with the foremost in and out.
For Holy Church each plays the man:
And I alone, of all the host,
Aid in the strife no longer can:
That once to victory, or to rout,
Went with the foremost in and out.
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Yet have we all one end in view;
Beneath one Lord of Hosts all fight:
To me to bear, to them to do,
He giveth, Whose award is right:
Their hope more fair, my light more dim;
But each with each, and all for Hm.
Beneath one Lord of Hosts all fight:
To me to bear, to them to do,
He giveth, Whose award is right:
Their hope more fair, my light more dim;
But each with each, and all for Hm.
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