The Sanctuary A Companion in Verse for the English Prayer Book. By Robert Montgomery |
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 | The Sanctuary |  |
Twelfth Sunday after Trinity.
“He hath done all things well; He maketh both the deaf to hear and the dumb to speak.”
—Gospel for the Day.
Celestial Birth! almighty Child!
In human semblance undefiled,
By Prophets vision'd, born to be
The Lord of man's eternity,—
Thou Sun of souls! embodied Light!
Within Thy beams the world is bright;
Where'er they smile, an Eden blooms,
And Earth forgets her myriad tombs.
In human semblance undefiled,
By Prophets vision'd, born to be
The Lord of man's eternity,—
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Within Thy beams the world is bright;
Where'er they smile, an Eden blooms,
And Earth forgets her myriad tombs.
Thy Voice is heard—and Anguish dies,
The Dead awake, and greet the skies;
Lo! Blindness melts in healing rays,
And mute lips ope in hymns of praise;
The famish'd on Thy bounty feed,
While myriads at Thy summons speed
Redeem'd from woe, and sin, and pain,
To see the lost restored again:—
“Peace on earth, to Man, good will,
Let the skies our anthem fill!”
The Dead awake, and greet the skies;
Lo! Blindness melts in healing rays,
And mute lips ope in hymns of praise;
The famish'd on Thy bounty feed,
While myriads at Thy summons speed
Redeem'd from woe, and sin, and pain,
To see the lost restored again:—
“Peace on earth, to Man, good will,
Let the skies our anthem fill!”
“Awake, awake, thou ransom'd Earth!
And, blooming with a second birth,
In loveliness, awake, and shine,
Thy King is come, salvation thine!—
The winds are rock'd in holy rest,
The waves asleep on Ocean's breast,
And beautiful the boundless calm
O'er nature spread, like midnight-balm;
For lo! the manger where He lies,
A world-redeeming Sacrifice;
The Promised, since the world began,
To live, and die, for guilty Man.
And, blooming with a second birth,
In loveliness, awake, and shine,
Thy King is come, salvation thine!—
The winds are rock'd in holy rest,
The waves asleep on Ocean's breast,
And beautiful the boundless calm
O'er nature spread, like midnight-balm;
For lo! the manger where He lies,
A world-redeeming Sacrifice;
The Promised, since the world began,
To live, and die, for guilty Man.
“Again, again, the anthem swell!
For heaven shall burst the gates of hell!
A vision of prophetic years
Which travel on through toil and tears,
In all unroll'd, in wild extent,
Like ocean's surging element:
But, soon that darken'd scene hath past,
And rules the Lord, in light, at last!
The sunbeams of a sabbath-day
Around adoring myriads play;
From north to south, from east to west,
All pangs are hush'd, all hearts at rest:
Pacific homes, Atlantic isles,
Far as the vast creation smiles,—
The rudest spot which man can own,
Shall hail Messiah on His throne;
And lauding souls, by land and sea,
One Altar build, O God! to Thee,
While human angels round it throng
To chant the sempiternal song,—
“Peace on earth, to Man, good will,
Let the skies our anthem fill!”
For heaven shall burst the gates of hell!
A vision of prophetic years
Which travel on through toil and tears,
In all unroll'd, in wild extent,
Like ocean's surging element:
But, soon that darken'd scene hath past,
And rules the Lord, in light, at last!
The sunbeams of a sabbath-day
Around adoring myriads play;
From north to south, from east to west,
All pangs are hush'd, all hearts at rest:
Pacific homes, Atlantic isles,
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The rudest spot which man can own,
Shall hail Messiah on His throne;
And lauding souls, by land and sea,
One Altar build, O God! to Thee,
While human angels round it throng
To chant the sempiternal song,—
“Peace on earth, to Man, good will,
Let the skies our anthem fill!”
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