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IRREVERENCE IN CHURCH.
“The Lord is in His holy Temple : let all the earth keep silence before Him."
O GRIEF for Angels to behold
Within Christ's awful home ! A child regenerate here of old, And here for lowliest adoration come,
Forgetting love and fear, And with bold eye and tone bringing the rude world
Where is the Cross upon thy brow,
Seal of His Love and Might,
Even in His week of grace,
Thrice in those seven dread days, we read,
He to His temple came,
With silent warning Eye,
On Sunday eve with many a palm,
With many a chant divine,
Happy the few, that hour,
Nor they unblest, the morrow morn,
Who low before Him lay
Who at His word their store
But ah ! no blessing left He then,
When the third evening fell,
“ We meet not, till ye own The Crucified and scorn'd before the Judgment
No blessing left the Lord of bliss,
Save on that widow poor,
What if the place were doom'd ?
Thrice warn’d the dread departing word
The city of His choice ;
Why is there silence here?
What are these frowns, and penal ways
With rebel hand and tongue ?
By sentence heard in Heaven, Of sin-retaining power, out of the Presence driven :
Driven for a while : and O ! if yet
The scornful brow they bend,
The Temple Roof will draw
DISRESPECT TO ELDERS.
" And he went up from thence unto Beth-el : and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald-head; go up, thou bald-head. And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord : and there came forth two she-bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them. And he went from thence to Mount Carmel."
The Powers of Ill have mysteries of their own,
Their sacramental signs and prayers, Their choral chants in many a winning tone,
Their watchwords, seals, processions, known Far off to friend and foe: their lights and perfum’d
And even as men, where warring hosts abide,
By faint and silent tokens learn
So round us set on every side