Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . irst, still may He be Belovd, obeyd, adord. HOLY LIVING. 157 ST. MATTHEWS DAY. From the Childs Christian Year. O Lord, Thy presence is reveald By mountain and by flood,By woodland and by quiet field, And homes where dwell the good. But at the sinners thoughtless board Who hopes for trace of Thine ?Yet there in mercy, gracious Lord, Thou settest still Thy sign. Thy holy presence shines there yet; Since by Thy blessed sinners round at meat were set His Fathers work was done. Tis bliss for those whose path must be Through
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . irst, still may He be Belovd, obeyd, adord. HOLY LIVING. 157 ST. MATTHEWS DAY. From the Childs Christian Year. O Lord, Thy presence is reveald By mountain and by flood,By woodland and by quiet field, And homes where dwell the good. But at the sinners thoughtless board Who hopes for trace of Thine ?Yet there in mercy, gracious Lord, Thou settest still Thy sign. Thy holy presence shines there yet; Since by Thy blessed sinners round at meat were set His Fathers work was done. Tis bliss for those whose path must be Through busy scenes, to feelHow with the evil mingled He In meekness, love, and 158 HOLY LIVING. Blest thought, for every faithful heartThat pure would still remain, Yet do its firm but gentle partAmid the bad and vain. Good Lord ! thro this worlds troubled way Thy childrens path secure ;And lead them onward, day by day, Kindly, like Thee, and pure. Be theirs to do Thy work of love, All erring souls to win ;Amid a sinful world to move, Yet give no smile to HOLY LIVING. 159 HAPPINESS. WHOSO LOOKETH INTO THE PERFECT LAW OF LIBERTY ANDCONTINUETH THEREIN, HE BEING NOT A FORGETFUL HEARERBUT A DOER OF THE WORK, THIS MAN SHALL BE BLESSED INHIS DEED. S. R. Stoop down until you thoroughly seeInto Christs Law, that rules the free ;Take care you see and catch the whole,Then cling to it with heart and soul,—No hearer only, that forgets,But one who straight to working sets ;Be such, and be (such work pursuing)Blest in the deed and in the doing. CONTENT. John Cleveland. Soar then (my soul) above the arched roundOf these poor spangled blisses : heres no groundTo fix the sacred foot of pure content,Her mansions in a purer element. Hast thou perceivM the sweetness of a groan ?Or tried the wings of contemplation ? 160 HOLY LIVING. Or hast thou found the balm of tears that pressLike amber in the dregs of bitterness ?Or hast thou felt that secret joy that flowsAgainst the tide of common ove
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