The Sanctuary A Companion in Verse for the English Prayer Book. By Robert Montgomery |
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Wednesday before Easter.
“There appeared an Angel unto Him.”
—Gospel for the Day.
“Ministering Spirits ------ for the heirs of Salvation.”
—Heb. i. 14.
Confirm'd, tho' not redeem'd, by Him,—
Lord of the radiant Hosts above,
Legions of loyal Seraphim
In Christ concentre all their love:
Thus, Saints and Angels both combine
To chant the praise of Blood divine.
Lord of the radiant Hosts above,
Legions of loyal Seraphim
In Christ concentre all their love:
Thus, Saints and Angels both combine
To chant the praise of Blood divine.
And must we, now the God-man reigns
In regions where no senses roam,
Refuse to hear angelic strains
Float through the heart, and fill our home?
Have Seraphim quite ceased to walk
Man's world, and with our spirit talk?
In regions where no senses roam,
Refuse to hear angelic strains
Float through the heart, and fill our home?
Have Seraphim quite ceased to walk
Man's world, and with our spirit talk?
'Tis true indeed, nor eye nor ear
Their Shape discern, nor know their voice;
But still, they haunt a human sphere
To make elected souls their choice;
And near, may watching Angels be,
Though nothing but blind earth they see!
Their Shape discern, nor know their voice;
But still, they haunt a human sphere
To make elected souls their choice;
And near, may watching Angels be,
Though nothing but blind earth they see!
Oh! never till the clouds of Time
Be rent by awful death from man,
And he from yonder heaven sublime
That scene recall, where life began,—
Will gather'd saints, in glory, know
What blessings men to Angels owe.
Be rent by awful death from man,
And he from yonder heaven sublime
That scene recall, where life began,—
Will gather'd saints, in glory, know
What blessings men to Angels owe.
This earth is but a thorny wild,
A tangled maze where griefs abound,
By sorrow vex'd, by sin defiled,
Where foes and fiends our walk surround,—
Yet, does not dread Jehovah say,
Angelic Guardians line the way?
A tangled maze where griefs abound,
By sorrow vex'd, by sin defiled,
Where foes and fiends our walk surround,—
Yet, does not dread Jehovah say,
Angelic Guardians line the way?
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The precipice men rarely find,
No avalanche on them may fall,—
But, petty woes distract the mind
And take sweet temper from us all:
As some, by thickets are o'erthrown,
Whose feet escaped the crushing stone.
No avalanche on them may fall,—
But, petty woes distract the mind
And take sweet temper from us all:
As some, by thickets are o'erthrown,
Whose feet escaped the crushing stone.
Mean trifles our true dangers make,
Weak'ning the spirit unawares;
And tiny griefs would often break
The heart unbow'd by pond'rous cares,
Did not our guardian-Angels glide,
And watch, unseen, the naked side.
Weak'ning the spirit unawares;
And tiny griefs would often break
The heart unbow'd by pond'rous cares,
Did not our guardian-Angels glide,
And watch, unseen, the naked side.
Some pebble in our daily path,
The little stone we scarce behold,
A world of secret ruin hath
O'er which might trip the brave and bold,—
If no blest Angel's viewless arm
Shielded the soul from sudden harm.
The little stone we scarce behold,
A world of secret ruin hath
O'er which might trip the brave and bold,—
If no blest Angel's viewless arm
Shielded the soul from sudden harm.
And moods are felt, no words define,
When earth and heaven appear to meet,
While Faith half hears a Tone divine
From out yon orbs of Glory greet
Each praying heart, and placid soul
That echoes to such sweet control.—
When earth and heaven appear to meet,
While Faith half hears a Tone divine
From out yon orbs of Glory greet
Each praying heart, and placid soul
That echoes to such sweet control.—
Or, when some beams of holy Light
Around Dejection seem to play,
And from lone hours of suff'ring night
Melt half their haunted gloom away,—
Emperill'd souls those Angels see
Who hover by the bended knee.
Around Dejection seem to play,
And from lone hours of suff'ring night
Melt half their haunted gloom away,—
Emperill'd souls those Angels see
Who hover by the bended knee.
Sickness and sorrow, too, may have
Ethereal Hosts, whom none perceive,
Whose golden wings around us wave,
When all alone men seem to grieve;
And, while we sigh, or shed the tear,
Their sympathies may flutter near.
Ethereal Hosts, whom none perceive,
Whose golden wings around us wave,
When all alone men seem to grieve;
And, while we sigh, or shed the tear,
Their sympathies may flutter near.
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Or, by some law, to Man unknown,
Their spells may o'er us act, and steal,
And strengthen Faith upon her throne,
When fury-passions make us feel
How Self and Sin would monarchs be,
And give the law to Deity!
Their spells may o'er us act, and steal,
And strengthen Faith upon her throne,
When fury-passions make us feel
How Self and Sin would monarchs be,
And give the law to Deity!
Thus, human life from them may take
Some moral tinge, or mental hue,
Which, not till dust the soul forsake,
Elected saints will value true:—
Before God's throne, and only, then,
These Guardians will be thank'd by men.
Some moral tinge, or mental hue,
Which, not till dust the soul forsake,
Elected saints will value true:—
Before God's throne, and only, then,
These Guardians will be thank'd by men.
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