A gallery of famous English and American poets . d our work farewell,Nor strive to wind ourselves too highFor sinful man beneath the sky ; The trivial round, the common task,Would furnish all we ought to ask;Room to deny ourselves; a roadTo bring us, -daily, nearer God. 246 KEBLE. Seek we no more; content with present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,As Heaven shall bid them, come and go;The secret this of Rest below. Only, 0 Lord, in Thy dear loveFit us for perfect Rest above;And help us, this and every day,To live more nearly as we pray. CHRISTMAS DAY. What sudden blaze of song Spreads oer t
A gallery of famous English and American poets . d our work farewell,Nor strive to wind ourselves too highFor sinful man beneath the sky ; The trivial round, the common task,Would furnish all we ought to ask;Room to deny ourselves; a roadTo bring us, -daily, nearer God. 246 KEBLE. Seek we no more; content with present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,As Heaven shall bid them, come and go;The secret this of Rest below. Only, 0 Lord, in Thy dear loveFit us for perfect Rest above;And help us, this and every day,To live more nearly as we pray. CHRISTMAS DAY. What sudden blaze of song Spreads oer th expanse of Heaven?Li waves of light it thrills along,Th angelic signal given—?Glory to God! fiom yonder central fireFlows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir; Like circles widening round Upon a clear blue river,Orb after orb, the wondrous soundIs echoed on forever: Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,And love towards men of love—salvation and release. Yet stay, before thou dareTo join that festal throng; CliRTSTMAS liAY. 247. Listen and mark what gentle air First stirred the tide of song:Tis not, the Saviour born in Davids home,To whom for power and health obedient worlds shouk come :— Tis not, the Christ the Lord :— With fixed adoring lookThe choir of Angels caught the word, Nor yet their silence broke : 248 KEBLE. But when they heard the sign, where Christ should be,In sudden hght they shone and heavenly harmony. Wrapped in His swaddling bands. And in His manger laid,The Hope and Glory of all landsIs come to the worlds aid:No peaceful home upon His cradle rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child. But where Thou dwellest, Lord, No other thought should be,Once duly welcomed and adored,How should I part with Thee?Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt graceThe single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place. Thee, on the bosom laid Of a pure virgin quiet ever, and in shade,Shepherd and sage may find ;They, who have bowed untau
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