FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Ditisiott EXPORT BOOKSELLERS] 32 GAY STREET, y^BATH.wy ..j S, JT^A 6^^^ „&//&■ ^%: |W- VERSES HOLY SEASONS. HOLY SEASONS; QUESTIONS FOR EXAMINATION. BY C. F. H. EDITED BY WAITER FARQUHAE HOOK, D.lh, VICAR OF LEEDS. *\> LONDON : FB kNCIS AND JOHN RIYIXGTOX, HMtfS AND DINHAMj MANCHESTER; J. H. PARKER, OXFOIU' S'.OCOMBi. AND SIMMS, LEEDS, .1846. ro THE AUTHOR OF THE CHRISTIAN YEAR, THIS ATTEMPT TO ADAPT THE GREAT PRINCIPLE OF HIS IMMORTAL WORK TO THE KIGENCIES OF THE SCHOOL ROOM, IS INSCRIBED, WITH FEELINGS OF REVERENCE AND RESPECT, BY ONE OF THE MANY THOUSANDS WHO HAVE PROFITED BY HIS LABOURS. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/verseaOOalex PREFACE. The following Hymns were written by a lady resident in Ireland, with a view of adapting the principle observed in The Christian Year to the capacities of the young and uneducated. This volume may, therefore, be considered as a Chris- tian Year for Children, in which the attempt is made, by simple hymns, to express the feelings, and enforce the instructions, which, in her dis- tribution of the year, the Church of England suggests. As the object has been to provide the young with verses which they may readily understand, and easily learn, the most simple metres have been adopted, and what may appear to some to be a kind of sing-song style of versification. A ware that several similar attempts have been made, though none, it is apprehended, on so Vlll PREFACE. extensive a scale, the Authoress felt a diffidence in offering her work to the public, but was en- couraged by the liberal offer of the Publishers, who agreed to run all risks, on condition that its passage through the press should be super- intended by him whose initials are affixed to this preface. It is hoped that the volume will, in some respects, supply that want of simple hymns which is admitted to exist by all who are engaged in instructing the younger members of the Church ; and that it will be made very useful to the less educated portions of the community, by facili- tating the impression of truth on their minds, or by fixing there profitable and holy associations. W. F. H. Leeds, Oct. 30, 1845. CONTENTS. The First Sunday in Advent— The Coming of our Lord page 1 The Second Sunday in Advent — Holy Scripture 3 The Third Sunday in Advent— The Pastor 5 The Fourth Sunday in Advent — Prayer 7 Christmas Day 9 Saint Stephen's Day 11 Saint John the Evangelist's Day 13 The Innocents' Day 16 The Sunday after Christmas— Morning 18 The Circumcision of our Lord — Obedience 20 The Epiphany 22 The First Sunday after the Epiphany— The Lord in the Temple 25 The Second Sunday after the Epiphany — The Marriage Feast 27 The Third Sunday after the Epiphany — Humility 2 CONTENTS. The Sunday next before Easter — The Triumph page 55 Good Friday — The Crucifixion 57 Easter Even — The Burial 59 Easter Day — The Resurrection 61 The First Sunday after Easter— -The Warrior 63 The Second Sunday after Easter — The Blessing 65 The Third Sunday after Easter — The Pilgrim 67 The Fourth Sunday after Easter — Early Teaching 69 The Fifth Sunday after Easter — Good Fruits 71 AscensionDay — The Ascension 73 The Sunday after the Ascension — The Appointed Place 75 Whitsunday — The Descent of the Holy Ghost 77 Trinity Sunday — Mystery 79 The First Sunday after Trinity — Rich and Poor 81 The Second Sunday after Trinity — Sisera 84 The Third Sunday after Trinity — Watchfulness 86 The Fourth Sunday after Trinity — A Brother's Fault 88 The Fifth Sunday after Trinity — Courtesy 90 The Sixth Sunday after Trinity— Words 92 The Seventh Sunday after Trinity — Costly Gifts 94 The Eighth Sunday after Trinity — The Prince of Wales 97 The Ninth Sunday after Trinity — Types and Examples 100 The Tenth Sunday after Trinity — The Envious King 103 The Eleventh Sunday after Trinity — Naaman the Syrian 106 The Twelfth Sunday after Trinity — The Dumb Boy 109 The Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity— Our Neighbours 112 The Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity — Praise 114 The Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity — The Lily 116 The Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity— The Widow's Son 118 The Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity — Idols 120 The Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity — Sundays 123 The Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity — The King and the ! , 125 Prophet . The Twentieth Sunday after Trinity — The Wedding Feast 128 The Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity— Our Fathers and Mothers 130 The Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity — Dumb Animals 133 The Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity — Loyalty 135 The Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity — The Ruler's Child... 138 The Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity — Soft Answers 141 CONTBI XI Andrew's Daj page 14:> Saint Thomas's Day . I4, r > The Conversion of Saint Paul 147 The Presentation of Christ in the Temple, commonly called) The Purification of Saint Mary the Virgin ) Saint Matthias's Day 152 The Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary 154 Saint Mark's Day 156 Saint Philip and Saint James's Day 158 Saint Barnabas's Day 160 Saint John Baptist's Day 163 Saint Peter's Day 166 Saint James the Apostle's Day 169 Saint Bartholomew's Day 171 Saint Matthew's Day 174 Saint Michael and all Angels 177 Saint Luke the Evangelist's Day 181 Saint Simon and Saint Jude's Day 183 All Saints' Day , 185 Questions 189 Oje jFirst icinrtag m Htibent. Blessed is He that cometh in the Name of the Lord.- St. Matt. xxi. 9. When tirst our Lord came down on earth He did not scorn like us to be, For He was born of mortal birth, A simple child of low degree. Where Syrian waves are bright and clear, Where Judah's grapes grow large and red, He walked below; and men drew near And heard the holy words He said. But when the Lord shall come again With angel hosts encircled round, All earth and heaven shall hail Him then. With thunder peal and trumpet sound ; And. some in joy and some in dread, The sons of men His eye snail meet ; For all the living and the dead, Must stand before His judgment seat. B FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. His voice on earth we did not hear, His steps below we could not trace. But when His glory shall appear We too shall meet Him face to face. So we must cast our sins away : The Christian robe all white and new He gave on our baptismal day, We must not stain its snowy hue. But all the things He used to tell Our hands must do, our lips must learn. Like faithful servants working well And waiting our dear Lord's return. For surely as the leaves and flowers In summer time come back again. So surely as in sultry hours The dark clouds bring the pleasant rain. Shall He Who in His lowly love Came down that we might be forgiven, Break glorious through the clouds above. And take His children home to heaven. £f)e Second Suntfag in atibent lhatwe throwjh patience and comfort of the Scriptures might hare hope. — Rom. xv. 4. Moke precious than the fine fine gold The rich man hoardeth up, Far sweeter than the honey drop Hid in the lily's cup, Are words writ down in God's own Book, And poured into the ear Of them who read His Word aright. Or reverently hear. Christian children, good wise men Who lived long years ago. What had they given to learn at last The things ye read and know ; The strains that fill your infant ears Free as life's common air, Sweet words of hope and joy and trust Around you whispered fair! SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Abroad, in God's own holy house, Within your cottage homes, Wherever man has need of aid, Or want or sorrow comes, They bring the rule of all your joys. The salve for all your sorrow, A stream where you may taste to-day And drink more deep to-morrow. Remember, then, of them is asked Much, to whom much is given ; Nor read in vain the blessed Book That tells of Christ and heaven ; Nor careless the free gift abuse ; Since love from knowledge springs, And reverent use keeps holy still The most familiar things. And never turn that holy page Without a holy thought, And daily strive in word and deed To do what it has taught ; So shall your feet in patience tread The paths of care and strife, Strong in the blessed hope it brings Of everlasting life. Ok Ojtrti ^untiag in aibent Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and sic i cards of the mysteries of GOD. — 1 Cor. iv. 1. The shepherd on the green hill side Sits watching all the day To guide his sheep to pastures meet, To turn them when they stray. The Pastor looks with anxious care On us, whom God has given Into his charge, to guide our feet And train our souls for heaven. He walks amid our lowly homes And kindly is his smile, And deep and stern his solemn voice Comes down the church's aisle. He kneels heside the poor man's bed Ere life's last throbbings cease, And prompts the prayer of penitence And pours the words of peace. THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. He teaches us God's holy Will When we, in order due, Stand round and gather at his lips What we should think and do. For he is Christ's own minister, Of Him sent forth, to show The wonders of His love to us Here in the Church helow. Then meekly must we hear the Word And duteously obey ; The shepherd grieves if only one Of all his flock should stray. And sure the little lambs should love To frolic round the hand That leads them to the flowery meads Of that far greener land, Where each true Pastor, safe at last, His little band shall bring To the Great Shepherd of all souls. Their own Kedeeminir Kins. Ojf jFourtfj Suntoag in Hibent In every thing by j> application with thanksgiving lei requests be made known iinto God. — Phil. iv. (i. When first the golden sun returning Through breaking clouds brings glorious daw When thought is fresh and strength unwearied, Rise, Christian child, kneel down and pray. When fall the sunset hues of even On folding flower and dewy sod, When purple gleams are on the mountain, Kneel, child, again, and pray to God. Hast thou not need of strength to fit thee All day to strive in Christian fight ? Hast thou not need of love to shield thee From danger all the gloomy night ? Thy father's hand may fail to help thee, Nor even thy mother sootli thy care, — There is an Arm that never wearies, An Ear that heareth every prayer. FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. The poor man in his straw-roofed cottage, The rich man in his lordly hall, The old man's voice, the child's first whisper, He listens and He answers all. Yea, more than our poor hearts may venture To dream or ask, His love shall give, For the dear sake of Him most precious, In Whom this better life we live ; This life wherein, from wrath delivered, And in Christ's Name to God brought near, We pour to our forgiving Father The prayers His mercy loves to hear. (jlfjnstmas Sap. Unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. — St. Luke, ii. 11. Children, rise ! through all the east Dawns our happy Christmas feast ; Praise the newborn Prince of glory Angel harps have rung before ye : They last night, in joyous tone, To the shepherds watching lone, While their dazzled eyes grew dim, Poured the Saviours birthday hymn. Come to hail your infant King ! All good men are worshipping, Where within the church are seen Brightest wreaths of evergreen ; And the berries red that grow, Smiling, through, the winter's snow, Like the Child who looked so bright On a world of sin and night. With glad hearts and cheerful faces Come to your accustomed places ; Year by year and day by day Here we praise Him, here we pray ; 10 CHRISTMAS DAY. Here we read His wondrous story, Singing to our Lord in glory, Who came down on earth to he Once a poor weak child like ye. From the holy heavenly place Where He saw His Father's face, Where bright bands of angels wait — To the poor man's mean estate, Lowly, desolate, opprest; To a maiden mother's breast ; To the smiles soon lost in tears, And the pains of infant years. By His lowly gracious birth, God's own Son on this poor earth. From your birthright here below, Sin, and death, and shame, and woe, Ye are freed; and, born anew, Ye must live as Christians do, Praying Him, to Whom were known Childhood's griefs, to help His own. Haste ye to our birthday feast ; Not the meanest, not the least, High, or low, should turn away ; Christ our King was horn to-day. Saint Stephen'* Say, And when he had said this, he fell asleep,— Act>. vii. 60. Have you not seen the lily ride, When winds were loud and waves Mere high, Serenely o'er the troubled tide, Spreading her white breast to the sky ? So, calm amid the raging throng Of evil men athirst for blood, In faith serene, in comfort strong, Christ's earliest martyr Stephen stood. His cheek, no fear has turned it white ; His parted lips no groans have riven ; His face is as an angel's bright ; His lifted eyes are turned to heaven ; What sees ho there ? Oh ! faithful found ! Christ to His dying saint draws nigh, Heaven's glorious rays stream all around ; He sees the Father throned on IiiltIi- 1 2 saint Stephen's day. And Jesus standing by His throne ; — Close presses on the raging crowd ; Falls thick and fast the murderous stone ; The martyrs knee to earth is bowed. " Lord, lay not to their charge," he prays, " This sin ! O Christ, my spirit keep ! " Take up your clothes and go your ways, Ye men of pride ; he lies asleep. So Stephen died ; nor Christian eye Should read the tale so sadly dear, And careless cast the story by ; A great example have we here. Though not for us the stone be flung, Nor murderer's hand be lifted up, It teacheth all, both o ] d and young, How best to drink our Master's cup, For trials here to all are given ; Lord, make us, then, like thy dear saint, To look through all to Thee and heaven, Nor let our weary spirits faint. And give us love as full and free, Forgiving all who do us spite ; And let us sleep like him in Thee; And be our waking hour as bright. £t ^ofjn tljr (fttiangeltsft Bay. Then Peter, turning about, seeth the disciple whom Jesus loved following ; which also leaned on his breast at supper. — st. John.xxi. 20. There lies a little lonely isle Where dark the salt waves run And Grecian fishers dry their nets Against the eastern sun ; And, many a hundred years ago. Within that island fair There dwelt an exiled Jewish man, A man of reverend air ; His eye was bright as setting suns, His aged form unbent ; The little children following, He blest them as he went. That head beloved at supper time Had leant on Jesus' breast; That honoured hand had taken home Hi^ Mother for a guest ; 14 SAINT JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S DAY. That eye had seen in glorious trance Mysterious things to be, Wild visions of impending doom On heaven and earth and sea ; His pen had writ of times to come, Of dearer times by gone ; He was the fishers chosen son, The Lord's beloved Saint John ; And he had drunk his Master's cup So long, so patiently, And now he lingered there, the last, Till Christ should set him free. I wish I'd lived in those old times, And been a Grecian child. To hear that old man's blessing kind, To meet him when he smiled, To learn the words of holy love That ever from his lips Fell gentle as the evening dew The thirsty blossom sips. But love endureth through nil age: Nor time, nor distance drear. Divide the living and the dead Of Christ's communion dear. SAIN1 .mux THE EVANGELISTS DAY. For all His saints in Him arc one ; The exile o'er the sea, The child within his English home, The struggling, and the tree. The good Saint John hath rest at last : He wears the promised crown ; And still, hy the dear Church he watched, His words are handed down; And we shall meet him, not as once On that far island shore, But where apostles, martyrs, saints, Have peace for evermore. innocents' 33ag- Theae were redeemed from among men, being the jirst fruits unto God and to the Lamb.— Rev. xiv. 4. There was a voice of bitter woe Through David's ancient city, When Rachel for her children sued To them that knew not pity; When all her mothers o'er their babes Wept loud in hopeless sorrow, Pressing the lips that smiled in death But shall not smile to-morrow. There is a voice in heaven's high courts, Of joy and triumph singing, A hundred thousand harps, and more, And fair VOUDg angels all in white Around the throne are gliding, For ever in the glorious light Of Cim i st their Lord abiding. INNOCENTS DAY. These are the first fruits of The Lamb, The undefiled and holy Who died for Him, when Herod's sword Had slain The Child so lowly. Oh blessed babes, who won so soon The martyr's crown all glorious, Washed ere the world had cast a stain, And ere the strife victorious. Ye glorified The Lord in death, Your young lives freely giving ; We, too, your brethren here on earth, May glorify Him living. Still yearly on our infant ears Fall echoes of your story, We think upon your robes washed white, And on your palms of glory. We praise His name Who still ordains Young children to adore Him, And pray that we may ever walk- In love and truth before Him. Sutttag after ffiijrfetmas, And thou shalt call His Name Jesus, for He shall save His people from their sins. — St. Matt. i. 21. How brightly falls the morning ray Along the dewy sod, As though it came to light our day Fresh from the throne of God. How sweetly do the wild birds sing From out their dewy bowers ; How pleasant are the scents that spring From all earth's opening flowers. God loves to see the flowers rejoice. He loves the wild bird's hymn, And yet their worship has no voice, Their sweetest strains are dim. But children's lips sweet strains may learn, Of love and meaning too ; And children's eyes to God may turn Like flowers through morning dew. SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 19 God loves the voices low and clear, The early offered prayer ; In truth He is a Father dear, And hath a Father's care. There was a Child, Whose mortal birth, Like morning's rosv light, Broke glorious o'er our darkened earth ; No flower so sweet and bright. And for That Holy Child's dear lore, And through His precious blood, Are children's voices heard above, And children's heart- made good. &§t Gttrcumcteum And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the Child, His Name teas called Jesus.— Luke, ii. 21. On many a small and common thing That meets us every day Has God writ down the solemn word, Learn, Christian, to obey. Early must little children learn, With hearts yet soft and shy, Meekly to do another's will, Nor ask the reason why. Teachers, and friends, and parents dear, And pastors, these are they Of whom to little children God Says " Hear them and obey." And men and wives, in after years, Even to life's latest hour, .Must bow the neck and bend the head To some superior power. THE CIRCUMCISION. 21 Even He, the God once born on earth, Whom angels wondering saw, He bowed of old His infant head Obedient to the law. Lord, take away the stubborn thought, The proud rebellious lieart; In meek obedience ever lies The Christian's proper part ; That like Thine own obedient Son Subduing our own will, Thy little lambs to all Thy laws May prove obedient still. €i)e ISptpfjang They presented unto Him gifts; gold, frankincense, and myrrh.- St. Matt. ii. 11. Who are they, travelling from afar, With jewelled gift and incense fine ? Xo merchants homeward bound they are, No sons of Jacob's chosen line. For now the Sun that rose so bright For all the earth, has dawned in heaven, Far lands have felt the breaking light, The temple's veil will soon be riven ; And mercy, like a gentle star, Looks down from heaven, and leads them on From eastern scenes of pomp and war To worship at a cradle throne. The wandering star has ceased to roam . Calm falls her radiance, pure and mild, On yonder Jewish peasant's home. On vonder low-born Jewish Child. THE EPIPHANY. 23 Laid on a virgin mother's knee, No waiting guards, no pomp around, The wise men joy exceedingly, The Monarch Whom they sought is found. They kneel before their Infant King And all their treasured gifts unfold, In costly homage offering The myrrh, the incense, and the gold. And meet it was all earth should send A tribute of her costliest things ; And meet it was her kings should bend In homage to the King of Kings. Praise to His mercy ! We had been, The Good Great God to us unknown, Poor heathen children, in our sin Bowed down to gods of wood and stone; But Christ received the Gentile's vow, The distant isles no more are dim, And all are Abraham's children now Who hold like precious faith with him. Great kings for Christ great things have done; He bade them nurse His church below ; And brighter crowns their brows have won, At His dear cross adoring low- 24 THE EPIPHANY. But not the gift the poor man bears, Nor lowliest child, will He despise ; Submissive hearts and contrite prayers Are His most holy sacrifice. Cfjc dFttst £untiag after tfje ISptpfjanp. After three days, they found Him in the tem2)te. — St. Luke ii. 4fi. Still duly as the church bells ring O'er wooded hill and valley green, To God's own holy house we bring Glad hearts and reverent mein. In smiling order, two by two, All up the village street we tread, And underneath the churchyard yew Above the Christian dead, And through the porch's open door. And slowly up the solemn aisle ; Each sitting where he sat before, In long and ordered file ; Like young flowers set in fragrant row Within some garden cultured fair, Or flocks of wild birds winging slow And silent through the air. 26 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. Even He, the glorious Lord of all, Came in His holy childhood dear, And sat within God's temple wall, To question, and to hear. Still sweetly falls the solemn word That teaches what we ought to do, Still deep and high the prayers are poured ; We ask, and listen too. And He Who stayed an humble child, Long lingering in the house of God, When sire, and kin, and mother mild, Unconscious, homeward trod, He loves, when little voices sweet The organ's sacred notes prolong, Join when His elder saints repeat, And swell His angels' song. He called us to this blessed state, Young members of His church below; Then Jet us throng His temple gate, And let our praises freely flow. Or crconti ^unliap after tfje l£ptpf)ani). And both Jesus was called, and His disciple*, to the marriage.- St. John ii. 2. Come to our joyous marriage feast, The bride has decked her hair, The board is full, the wine is red; Come forth our mirth to share. Thus merrily through Cana's town Had the glad summons poured, But had not told what honoured Guest Should grace that festal board ; Even He, The God, for us made man. His lowly mother near, Who sat and smiled upon the rite, And blessed the bridal cheer. Why do the servants pause in doubt ? The voice of mirth is stayed ; •• My Son, they have no wine to drink." Softlv the mother said. 28 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. Oh Loving Lord, and Good to all, He marked the lowly need, Yet gently chid the eager voice That urged His gracious deed. " Fill to the brim the water pots/' And they obey His sign ; They draw, they bear ; the clear pure wave Is turned to rosy wine. No more when Cana's brides are wed Christ comes the feast to share ; But Christian hands may spread the board. And He will still be there, To hallow still our festive hours, If chastened be our mirth, Such as we had not feared if He Had looked on when on earth. O Thou to Whom all might and power In this wide earth belong, Changing her natural elements, And making weak things strong ; Change Thou Thy children's sinful hearts. Bless Thou their weak design ; For man may fill the water pot, God makes the water wine. Ef)t 2Tf)trt ictmfcaj) after tf)e iEptpfjany. Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest come under my roof.- St. Matt. viii. 8. The liower that in the lowly vale, Beside the old gray stone, Hides underneath her dark green leaves, And blooms there all alone ; Her scented breath is just as sweet, Her silken leaf as blue, As though within the garden ground Admired and prized she grew. The lowly heart, the humble mind, That shrink from human praise, That wear away in unknown deeds The measure of their days, That know themselves unworthy all, Their hearts how prone to ill, Unmeet that Christ therein should dwell; He knows and loves them still. 30 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. As when the lordly Roman prayed, " I am not worthy, Lord," He smiled upon his trembling faith, And heard his humble word. He said that little children were Types of humility ; How humble, then, and meek of heart, His children ought to be. No swelling pride, no thirst of praise, Their little hearts should move ; But humble prayers in meekness poured, And deeds of lowly love : Meek as the flower that grows unmarked Where man has never trod, Where only angels watch her bloom Beneath the eve of God. Cije dFourtf) Surrtag after tfje Cptpfjang. And He arose, and rebuked the ivind, and said unto the sea, Peac* be still. — St. Mark iv. 39. The stormy wind has stirred the water, Washing the shores of Galilee ; The little vessel labours slowly, Slowly over the heavy sea. Angrier still the breaking billows Fling their foam to the darkened sky ; Over the winds and waters roaring Comes the mariner's helpless cry. One there is in that little vessel, Slumb'ring over the troubled deep, As if the loud wind only lulled Hiim The wave but rocked His quiet sleep. Over the winds and waters breaking Comes the mariner's fearful call To the ears of That Holy Sleeper, a Save us, Lord, or we perish all.' 32 FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. fearful men, and faithless hearted ! Wherefore tremble when He is near ? He hath risen and chidden the tempest, And the winds and the waters hear. He hath spoken ; the waves lie quiet, As still as a motionless pool ; The winds are o'er them faintlv sighing, Like the breezes of evening cool. Is not Christ with His people ever When the storms of sorrow and sin Break round us in this world of evil. And our spirits grow faint within ? O yes, we must not think, in trouble, That our Master lieth asleep ; For He guideth His chosen children Safely over the stormy deep. When like a tempest strong temptations Compass us round with doubt and fear, Faith shall come to the weary struggler, Whispering sweetly, Christ is near. £f)e jFtftf) Suntrag after fyt ©jupfjanp. Let both grow together until the harvest. — St Matt. xiii. 30. The waving fields of yellow corn Grow ripe beneath the Autumn moon ; We know the reaper's ready hand Will cut the golden harvest soon. And there are many bright green weeds With spreading flowers of gaudy hue That grow together with the grain ; The reapers hand shall cut them too. Thus, even in Christ's Own Church, we see The bad are mingled with the good, And men forsake their early vows And do not live as Christians should ; Yet the same sun is bright for all, Earth's common gifts for all are poured ; And so we deem that God forgets The promise of His awful word. D 34 FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. But there shall come a harvest time, When God's Own hands of Angels bright Shall hind the golden sheaves for Heaven, And fling the weeds to endless night. Then not, Lord, had fruitless weeds, Then not to fire eternal cast, But bearing rich the fruits of life Be all Thy Children found at last! &%t £titf) £untiag after ti\t ©ptpjjanj?- And every man that hath this hope in him, purijieth himself, even as He is pure. — 1 St. John. iii. 3. We see the leaves fall withered from the trees, And, year hy year, the sweet flowers fade away, They wither in the sharp Autumnal hreeze ; — Has man no higher, holier, hope than they ? Frail as the gentle flower we see him die, The bright eye closes, and the failing breath Heaves not the lip with its accustomed sigh ; — Hath he no hope, no comfort in his death ? O yes, the fair leaves falling where we tread Shall clothe the waving forest trees no more ; But man shall rise immortal, from the dead, Passing through death as through an open door — An open door, through which faint glimpses come Of the bright joys that blessed spirits find ; For Holy Scripture says, our Heavenly Home Is fairer i il we leave behind. 36 SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. If then the Christian's hope so glorious be, Should not the Christian purify his heart To tit him for that Angel company Wherewith he hopes hereafter to have part ? And more than Angels holy, pure, and high, There's One Who left for us those realms of bliss, Who won our places in that glorious sky, And said our hearts must be made pure like His. And in that Heaven His children hold of Him, Himself shall to His faithful Saints be near. Then let not our high hope grow faint and dim But let us follow in His footsteps here. So run that ye may obtain. — 1 Cor. ix. 24. Still brightly falls the southern sun On many a lone and silent shore, Where in the pride of her first days Greece held her games of yore, When all her sons with bounding hearts Thronged gaily to the festal place, And eager champions met in strife, Or ran the weary race. Long trained, long nurtured, disciplined By toil severe, and fast, and pain, They deemed all labour light, to stand First of that chosen train ; And when the dangerous strife was o'er. And when the weary race was run, One little crown of bright £reen leaves Was all the conqueror won. 38 SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. Fair Greece, round thy forsaken shrines No more thy smiling daughters sing Their victor hymns, who bravely strove Within thy glorious ring ; But Christians have a race to run, A sterner harder strife to win, Their race is for a heavenly crown, Their struggle is with sin. Shall they noo ioil, and fast, and pray, And be as firm of heart as these Poor heathen men, who toiled of old, Denying idle ease ? The parsley leaf grows near the ground Those Grecian victors thought so fair, But angel hands shall twine the crown That Christian conquerors wear. Then let us up, and bravely strive, Nor of the heathen scorn to learn How best with toil, and pain, and care, Our glorious prize to earn. The crown we seek is not like theirs, A fading wreath that none may share, Imperishable are its leaves, And all mav win and wear. S^iagestma iountrag- The seed is the Word of God. — St. Luke viii. 2. When all the solemn Church within Is hushed for morning prayer, How many different hearts and ears Assembled, listen there ! The Pastor speaks the Word of God, He speaketh it to all, Like sower good, whose precious seed In many a place doth fall. Some hear it with a soul so light, So careless, and so vain, The evil one soon takes away The good tliev seemed to gain. Some have such faithless hearts, and cold, So little love they feel, A taunt, a sneer, a passing pain, Can wither all their zeal. 40 SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY. And some with worldly care, or joy. With riches, pleasure, need, Have so filled up their poor low thought They choke the precious seed. And is it thus Christ's children dear. Born in His Church anew, Should listen to His Holy Word, And nothing feel or do ? Oh no, there was some fertile ground Whereon the good seed fell, And brought forth fair fruits manifold. And grew, and flourished well. Thus ever may Thy children hear When Thy dread words are poured. Thus fitly fall they on their ear, And in their hearts be stored ; And bring forth fruits of holy deeds, Of gentle duteous love, The precious fruits that Angels reap At last for heaven above. (Rumpagegtma icutrtiag. Charity never faileth. — 1 Cor. xiii. 8. The angels that in unity Sing round God's throne above- How must their spirits grieved be If earthly broils perchance they see, Brother with brother disagree, No gentleness, no love ! The angry word given back again With word of fiercer wrath, The smile that mocks a brother's pain. The selfish care, the proud disdain, The envious thought that seeks to gain More than another hath. Oh how unmeet for such as we Are loud contentions, wrath, and spite. Who hope to dwell eternally With never failing Charity, Where Hope shall be reality, And Faith be lost in surht. 42 QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY. One Man there was, Who could fulfil Love's perfect law from earliest youth, The kind of heart, the meek of will, Enduring, hearing, suffering still, Rejoicing not in others ill, But joying in the truth. Then let us love, and watch ; and pray That like to His he every heart ; Still looking for the glorious day Of love's immortal, boundless sway, Which dimly now and far away We only see in part. Est) fciHrtinrstoag. Turn ye even to Me, saith The Lord. — Joel ii. 1- Swset is the morning's rosy prime, And bright the golden hours of noon, But there must come a twilight time, A time that hath nor sun, nor moon. Good gifts to us our God has given ; With bounding heart and lifted eve Man walks beneath a smiling heaven. And praises loud The Lord on high. But there are times when he must go And kneel within his room alone. And tell, in penitence and woe. The evil deeds that he hath done ; For wrong will ofttimes conquer right. Our holiest deeds are stained with sin. Like flowers that bloom all fair and bright But have a canker worm within. 44 ASH WEDNESDAY. And there are times when church hells call To hitter penitential thought, And hid whole nations prostrate fall, Lamenting what their sins have wrought. We, from our primal state of sin By Christ's own cleansing blood set free, We have not always loved, nor been As holy as we ought to be. To all of us God speaketh now, — Rise, Christian children, come away, Repent your early broken vow, Come, mourn for all your sins to-day. Cfjr .-/Fust &uiftag in Unit. And when He had fasted forty days andforty nights, 11 \ an hungered. — St. Matt. iv. 2. It is a time for prayer and penitence. When men stand still, and think upon their sin, And ask of God, with tears and abstinence. To wash away the stain that lies within, Mindful of Him, Who, in the wilderness, Long forty days in fast and sorrow spent, Dwelling alone in peril and distress, Showing how sin demandeth punishment. And even young children, fresh as is the flower Just opening in the early morning dew, O'er their unfolding hearts hath sin had power, And they have need to ask forgiveness too. They have not kept the vows their Sureties said, Proud, angry, words upon their lips have dwelt, They have not followed where their Captain led. Bad thoughts and wrong desires their hearts have felt. 46 FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. Therefore these days of Lent are set apart That we may think on sins that we have done, And telling them to God, with contrite heart, Ask pardon in The Name of His Dear Son. unfiag after ascension Sap. But in the place which The Lord shall choose, there shult thou offer thy burnt offerings, and there thou shalt do all that I command thee. — Deut. xii. 14. I love our hamlet's lowly church, Its ivied tower and open door, The suns of hundred years have stained Its rugged roof and turret hoar. Here duly came our sires of old ; They trod the pavement's echoing stones, They knelt within these holy walls, That shadow now their mouldering hones. And hither shall our footsteps turn, To lift the heart, to bend the knee, With all our Christian brethren round. Strong in our holy unity. Here, in the words our fathers loved, The wonted prayers swell clear and sweet, And here Christ's chosen shepherd leads His faithful flock in pastures meet. 76 SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY. I will not stray, nor turn aside To other place for praise and prayer ; The very soldiers, rude and stern, Christ's seamless garment would not tear. Shall Christian hands he more unkind ? Shall they Christ's Holy Church divide, And scorn His chosen ministers, And cast His holy rites aside ? No, I will tread the ancient paths, Pray the dear prayers my fathers prayed, Here was I early horn anew, Here would I have mine ashes laid. One great united family, Part lingering here, part pass'd above, Is Christ's true Church ; and one should be Her children's voice, their faith, their love. 2l51ii)tt Sutras- And they were all filled zvith the Holy Ghost. — Acts ii. 4. There was a little lowly upper room Within the walls of proud Jerusalem, Where met a few poor men in grief and gloom, Talking of Him who once had walked with them. There came a sound as of a rushing wind And filled up all the place where they were met, And flaming figures of unwonted kind Like tongues of fire upon each hrow were set. That was the promise of the Father, come To them who waited, mourning for their Lord, And the closed lips that were so dead and dumb, Are loosed at once to speak His precious Word. Then all the strangers from afar, who came From Asian shores, from Europe's fairer strands. From A trie's deserts, wondering heard His Name In the dear language of their native lands. WHIT SUNDAY. Not now in form distinct of flaming light Comes that Great Spirit on our earth to dwell, But, like the strong wind whispering at night, Its mighty impulse is invisible. Yet, to the lowly and obedient heart, In gentleness and might Its Breath shall come, Bidding the Christian choose the better part, Stirring with thought of His eternal home. Oh ! Lord ascended ! from Thy Glory's throne, On Thy baptized children kneeling lowly, Look down in mercy ! we were made Thine own ; Give our poor hearts Thy Spirit strong and holv. Cttntts StmtJag- We worship One God in Trinity, and Trinity in Unity. - Athan. Creed. All coldly round our quiet homes We hear the wind in winter hlow, We see not whence the roamer comes, His onward path we do not know; And, when the winter passes by, The bright green leaves come back in Spring, We see not how, we know not why ; There's mystery in every thing. If then the flowers beneath his feet Mans feeble ken can scarce descry, How vainly would he strive to mete The awful things of God Most High ! The Babe sits on his Mother s knee, Bends on her lip his eye of blue, And, whatsoe'er her tale may be, His trusting spirit holds it true. 80 TRINITY SUNDAY. Thus ever meek, confiding still, Men must be children all their days ; Nor God will scorn when children thrill With solemn lip His mystic lays. Then let our Father's honoured creed In measured cadence fully pour, And hold we fast, in word and deed, The faith they kept so clear of yore. With thrilling heart, and bending knee, Sing we, with yonder Heavenly Host, Praise to Th' Eternal Trinity, The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. &t)e dFttst icuntrag after Cttmtj), fiber that thou, in thy lifetime, receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things. — Luke xvi. 25. Shame on our false misjudging hearts ! Through all the world whom call we blest ? The rich, the high, the powerful, The man of many goods possest. With envious thought, with raptured eye, We mark the great man's high estate, His pomp, his wealth, his lordly train, And wish ourselves as splendid fate. We look upon the poor man's needs, His pinching cares, his lot obscure, And almost wonder God should make Unequal thus the rich and poor, Because we deem this life is all, That dazzles to the eyes of men ; But, could we lift th' eternal veil, How vain were gold and glories then ! G 82 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. There was a rich man, Christ has said, In purple clothed and linen fine, Whose board was sumptuously spread With costly meats and sparkling wine ; And he had all that this world gives, But had no heart to give away ; The lowly beggar in his rags Without his gate unheeded lay. The very dogs, more pitiful, Came round to lick that poor mans sore ; He only asked the crumbs that fell, From that rich board, and got no more. They died, the rich man and the poor ; How different, then, their after state ! To Abraham's bosom Angels bore The poor man lone and desolate; The rich man lifted up his eyes, Far down in hell to torments driven ; He saw the beggar far away Within the golden gates of Heaven. Oh ! envy not the rich, the great, Nor wish your lowlier lot like theirs, For strong temptations wait on wealth, Who much possess have many cares. But ask we all of God Most High, Both rich and poor together bent, FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 83 To make His high ones poor of heart, To make His lowly sons content ; That all His gifts for Him be used, And still His Holy Church give praise, With liberal hands and lowly hearts Fulfilling well her earthly days.