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RELICS AND MEMORIALS.
“As the shadow of a great Rock in a weary land."
The Twelve holy men are gathered in prayer,
They pass by the way, to sight poor and mean.
O lay them but where the shadow
Or bring where they lie Paul's girdle or vest :
Christ is in His Saints : from Godhead made Man
See Acts iv. and v.
“Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones : for in Heaven their angels do always behold the Face of My Father.”
GREATEST art Thou in least, O Lord,
And even Thy least are great in Thee :
Much more their presence sweet,
A little child's soft sleeping face
The murderer's knife ere now hath staid :
They cannot choose but fear,
For by the Truth's sure oath we know,
There is no christened babe but owns
Who in high Heaven His face
As in each tiny drop of dew,
Glistening at prime of morn, they mark Of Heaven's great Sun an image true, Hear their own chantings in the Lark,
So, sleeping or awake, They love to tend their babes for holy Bethlehem's
And so this whole fallen world of ours,
To us all care, and sin, and spite,
To Angels from above,
Heaven in the depth and height is seen ;
On high among the stars, and low
The Almighty One draws near
And both are robed in white, and both
On evil look unharmed, and wear
As Angels wait in joy
God's Angels keep the eternal round
Of praise on high, and never tire.
They boast not to be free,