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O blest, O safe, on God's own bosom leaning !
But passion-hours are nigh keep thou thy place : And far and wide are evil watchers, gleaning
The lambs that slight the Shepherd's fostering grace.
“Nay, I will drink His cup; my vow is taken ;
With His baptizing blood mine own shall blend ; Ne'er be that holiest charge by me forsaken,
The dying Saviour's trust to each true friend.”
Well hast thou sworn, and be thy warfare glorious :
But Saints are pure, the Church is undefiled, And JESUS welcom'd from His cross victorious
A Virgin Mother to a Virgin Child.
“Then ask for me of the dread Son of Mary,
Whose arms eternal are young children's home, A loving heart, obedient eyes and wary,
Even as I am to tarry till He come.
Prayer shall not fail, but higher He would lead thee :
His bosom-friend ate of that awful Bread :
Come thou adoring to be blest and fed.
“ 'Tis meet and right, and mine own bounden duty.
Good Angels guide me with pure heart to fall Before His Altar-step, and see His Beauty,
And taste of Him, my first, my last, mine all.”
SIGN OF THE CROSS.
(See the First Prayer Book of Edward VI.—“ Receyve the signe of the Holy Crosse, both in thy forehead, and in thy breste.")
“ I will write upon him my new Name."
WHERE is the mark to Jesus known,
Whereby He seals His own ?
Their master's name impress’d,
Wear Jesus' token now.
When soldiers take their sovereign's fee,
And swear his own to be,
They show to young and old.
The persecuted Name.
If the dread mark, though dim, be there,
The watchers will not bear
Unpitying word or ban.
Nor mine handwriting blot. Where'er
soldiers cross your path, Honour my royal Sign, or fear my wrath.”
The Shepherd signs his lambs in haste,
Ere on the mountain waste
That Shepherd counts him foe.
Fresh from th' eternal Arms are these,
Or sporting on our knees,
And tottering feet, to try
Their daily walk, or newly taught
Grave prayer and quiet thought.
Ye elder brethren, think on this !
Think on the mighty bliss,
The words of blessing say :
And I will honour you :"And think upon the eternal loss If on their foreheads ye deface the glorious Cross.