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“Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its
prime; Oh turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted
time! So Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee, And in the New Jerusalem thy home for ever be !"
ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Oh Lord, turn not Thy face away from them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life with tears and bitter cry! Thy mercy gates are open wide to them that mourn their
Oh shut them not against us, Lord, but let us enter in !
We need not to confess our fault, for surely Thou can’st
tell; What we have done, and what we are, Thou knowest very
Wherefore, to beg and to intreat, with tears we come to
Thee, As children that have done amiss fall at their father's knee.
And need we then, oh Lord ! repeat the blessing which we
crave ! When Thou dost know, before we speak, the thing that we
would have ? Mercy! oh Lord,-mercy we seek:—this is the total sum ! For mercy, Lord ! is all our prayer,-oh, let Thy mercy
TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
HARK! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers!
The Saviour comes, by prophet bards foretold : Hear Him ye deaf, and all ye
blind behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day.
'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And
pour new music on th' unfolded ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe!
No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear,
THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
“ Who yonder on the desert heath,
Complains in feeble tone ?"
“ How cam'st thou to this dismal strand
Of danger, grief, and shame?”
“ What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare ?
Whose fury laid thee low ?"
“ Can art no medicine for thy wound,
Nor Nature strength supply ?”
And pass'd in silence by !"
But, sufferer! is no comfort near
soul was dear, But I have scorn'd His love."