The Sanctuary A Companion in Verse for the English Prayer Book. By Robert Montgomery |
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1. In its Idea.
“Then followeth the Litany, or General Supplication.”
—Rubric.
From God Himself, the Fount of prayer,
Have Litanies proceeded,
Where superhuman tones declare
What saint, or sinner, needed:
Thus did the Bard of Zion lift
His “Miserere”-cry;
And Daniel seek a pardon-gift
With face toward the sky.
Have Litanies proceeded,
Where superhuman tones declare
What saint, or sinner, needed:
Thus did the Bard of Zion lift
His “Miserere”-cry;
And Daniel seek a pardon-gift
With face toward the sky.
And thus, of old, did Heaven command
Priesthood and people.—“there,
Between the Porch and Altar stand,”
And cry, “Jehovah! spare!”
E'en once, the weeping God-Man pray'd
His litany of tears,
While breaking heart and blood betray'd
The agony of fears!
Priesthood and people.—“there,
Between the Porch and Altar stand,”
And cry, “Jehovah! spare!”
E'en once, the weeping God-Man pray'd
His litany of tears,
While breaking heart and blood betray'd
The agony of fears!
What, though no more Procession leads
A fasting, barefoot throng,
Sad nature and her myriad-needs
Yet to the Cross belong:
Still mercy is our master-want,
And helpless guilt the plea,
Nor lives a Soul, who should not chant,
“Be gracious, Lord! to me.”
A fasting, barefoot throng,
Sad nature and her myriad-needs
Yet to the Cross belong:
Still mercy is our master-want,
And helpless guilt the plea,
Nor lives a Soul, who should not chant,
“Be gracious, Lord! to me.”
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And, glory be to Him Who gives
His Church both prayer, and praise!
That Liturgy, on which She lives,
Boasts of primeval days;
Since, not from East, or West, alone,
But cull'd from ancient time,—
It breathes an Apostolic tone
How simple, and sublime!
His Church both prayer, and praise!
That Liturgy, on which She lives,
Boasts of primeval days;
Since, not from East, or West, alone,
But cull'd from ancient time,—
It breathes an Apostolic tone
How simple, and sublime!
Here, Priest and People, both unite
Each audibly to pray,
While hov'ring mercies round them light,
To answer what they say.
And, could that Litany obtain
From God what there is pleaded,
Dead Paradise might bloom again,
And prayer be superseded!
Each audibly to pray,
While hov'ring mercies round them light,
To answer what they say.
And, could that Litany obtain
From God what there is pleaded,
Dead Paradise might bloom again,
And prayer be superseded!
Intensely-earnest, truthful, deep,
Impassion'd, chaste, severe,
Pathetic, as when spirits weep
And shed the God-known tear,
Embracing individual heart,
Yet, catholic as all,—
Humanity Itself takes part
When thus on Christ we call.
Impassion'd, chaste, severe,
Pathetic, as when spirits weep
And shed the God-known tear,
Embracing individual heart,
Yet, catholic as all,—
Humanity Itself takes part
When thus on Christ we call.
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