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And they, the guests assembled round,
They boast no better name;
One in disgraceful union found,
Allied to sin and shame.

O holy Jesus, and are these
Associates meet for thee?
Is this the host thy soul to please,
And this the company?

"Not to the righteous was I sent;
Not to the whole I cry ;

I call the sinner to repent;
The sick man's health am I.

"For them my glory I resigned;
For them endure the grave;
I came the wandering sheep to find,
The perishing to save."

Shepherd of Israel, Saviour dear!

Whose voice thy duteous sheep Safe in thy fold delighted hear,

And to thy pasture keep;

Repentant, lo! to thee we turn,

To thee for health we pray;
Give us what thou reveal'st to learn,
And what thou bidd'st obey.

BP. MANT.

ANOTHER.

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YE hermits blest, ye holy
The nearest heaven on earth,

Who talk with God in shadowy glades,
Free from rude care and mirth;

To whom some viewless teacher brings
The secret lore of rural things,

The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale,

The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale;

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Say, when in pity ye have gazed

On the wreathed smoke afar,

That o'er some town, like mist upraised,

Hung, hiding sun and star,

Then as you turned your weary eye
To the green earth and open sky,

Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell
Amid that dreary glare, in this world's citadel?

But Love's a flower that will not die
For lack of leafy screen,

And Christian Hope can cheer the eye
That ne'er saw vernal green.

Then be sure that Love can bless
Even in this crowded wilderness,

Where ever-moving myriads seem to say,
Go-thou art naught to us, nor we to thee-away!

There are in this loud stirring tide
Of human care and crime,
With whom the melodies abide
Of the everlasting chime;

Who carry music in their heart

Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.

How sweet to them, in such brief rest
As thronging cares afford,

In thought to wander fancy-blest,
To where their gracious Lord,
In vain, to win proud Pharisees,
Spake, and was heard by fell disease, -
But not in vain, beside yon breezy lake,

Bade the meek PUBLICAN his gainful seat forsake.

At once he rose, and left his gold;
His treasure and his heart

Transferred, where he shall safe behold
Earth and her idols part;

While he beside his endless store

Shall sit, and floods unceasing pour

Of Christ's true riches o'er all time and space,

First angel of his Church, first steward of his grace.

Nor can ye not delight to think
Where he vouchsafed to eat,

How the pure Master did not shrink
From touch of sinner's meat;
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,

peace divine,

Should not their peace be
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.

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