What worldly hearts and hearts impure

Went with him through the rich man's door ; That we might learn of him lost souls to love, And view his least and worst with hope to meet

above.

These gracious lines shed gospel light

On Mammon's gloomiest cells,
As on some city's cheerless night

The tide of sunrise swells,
Till tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud

Are mantled with a golden cloud, And to wise hearts this certain hope is given, “ No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye

of Heaven."

And oh! if even on Babel shine

Such gleams of Paradise,
Should not their peace be peace divine,

Who day by day arise
To look on clearer heavens, and scan

The work of God untouched by man?
Shame on us, who about us Babel bear,
And live in Paradise, as if God was not there!

KEBLE.

SAINT SIMON AND SAINT JUDE'S DAY.

OCTOBER 28.

COLLECT. O Almighty God, who hast built thy Church upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the head corner stone; grant us so to be joined together in unity of spirit by their doctrine, that we may be made a holy temple acceptable unto thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

HYMN.

As at the first, by two and two

His herald saints the Saviour sent
To soften hearts like morning dew,

Where he to shine in mercy meant ;

So evermore he deems his name

Best honored and his way prepared,
When watching by his altar-flame

He sees his servants duly paired.

He loves when age and youth are met,

Fervent old age and youth serene,
Their high and low in concord set

For sacred song, joy's golden mean.

He loves when some clear soaring mind

Is drawn by mutual piety
To simple souls and unrefined,

Who in life's shadiest covert lie.

Or if perchance a saddened heart

That once was gay and felt the spring, Cons slowly o’er its altered part,

In sorrow and remorse to sing,

Thy gracious care will send that way

Some spirit full of glee, yet taught To bear the sight of dull decay,

And nurse it with all pitying thought;

Cheerful as soaring lark, and mild

As evening blackbird's full-toned lay, When the relenting sun has smiled

Bright through a whole December day.

These are the tones to brace and cheer

The lonely watcher of the fold,
When nights are dark, and foemen near,

When visions fade, and hearts grow cold.

How timely then a comrade's song

Comes floating on the mountain air, And bids thee yet be bold and strong Fancy may die, but Faith is there.

KEBLE.

ANOTHER.

Father, gracious Father, hear
Faith's effectual fervent prayer ;
Hear, and our petitions seal,
Let us now the answer feel.
Still our fellowship increase;
Knit us in the bond of peace ;
Join our new-born spirits, join
Each to each, and all to thine.

Build us in one body up,
Called in one high calling's hope ;
One the Spirit whom we claim,
One the pure baptismal flame,
One the faith, and common Lord,
One the Father lives adored,
Over, through, and in us all,
God incomprehensible.

WESLEY.