"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. STERNHOLD. 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 sin; 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 well: 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 come! TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. POPE. HARK! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers! 66 Prepare the way! a God, a God, appears !" "A God! a God!" the vocal hills reply, The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. The Saviour comes, by prophet bards foretold: 'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear, THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. R. H. "WHO yonder on the desert heath, "How cam'st thou to this dismal strand "What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare? Whose fury laid thee low?" "Sin for my footsteps twin'd her snare, And Death has dealt the blow!" "Can art no medicine for thy wound, 66 "They saw me bleeding on the ground, But, sufferer! is no comfort near Thy terrors to remove ?" "There is to whom my soul was dear, But I have scorn'd His love." |