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 At once he rose, and left his gold; 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, Nor can ye not delight to think Where he vouchsafed to eat, 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, 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, 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 So evermore he deems his name He loves when age and youth are met, Their high and low in concord set For sacred song, joy's golden mean. He loves when some clear soaring mind 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 And nurse it with all pitying thought; Cheerful as soaring lark, and mild As evening blackbird's full-toned lay, These are the tones to brace and cheer How timely then a comrade's song KEBLE. ANOTHER. FATHER, gracious Father, hear Build us in one body up, Called in one high calling's hope; WESLEY. THE END. |