Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; Two converts, watching by his side, Alike his love and greetings share; Pass a few years--look in once more- But only Luke is with him now :- b Philip. i. 21. • In the Epistle to the Philippians, "I know that I shall continue with you all I count not myself to have apprehended." i. 25. iii. 13. In 2 Tim. "I have finished my course," etc. iv. 7, 8. "Tis sad-but yet 'tis well, be sure, We on the sight should muse awhile, Even in the Church's holiest aisle. Vainly before the shrine he bends, To him, who wants the martyr's heart. But if there be, who follows Paul As Paul his Lord, in life and death, Ready to speed and take no breath; Whose joy is, to the wandering sheep To tell of the great Shepherd's love d; Who makes the Saviour all his theme, The Gospel all his pride and praise— d The Gospel of St. Luke abounds most in such passages as the parable of the lost sheep, which display God's mercy to penitent sinners. Approach for thou canst feel the gleam That round the martyr's death-bed plays: Thou hast an ear for angels' songs, A breath the Gospel trump to fill, Ah! dearest mother, since too oft The world yet wins some Demas frail When faithless ones forsake thy wing, Cling closer to their Lord and thee. e The Christian hymns are all in St. Luke: the Magnificat, Benedictus, and Nunc Dimittis. XCIII. ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE. That ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints. St. Jude 3. SEEST thou, how tearful and alone, The widow'd Church is fain to rove? Who is at hand that loves the Lord"? Make haste and take her home, and bring Thine household choir, in true accord Their soothing hymns for her to sing. Soft on her fluttering heart shall breathe And to her own sad music smile. f St. John xix. 26. Then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother and from that hour that disciple took her to his own home. The Spirit of the dying Son Is there, and fills the holy place With records sweet of duties done, Of pardon'd foes, and cherish'd grace. And as of old by two and two g 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 honour'd and His way prepar'd, When watching by his altar-flame He sees his servants duly pair'd. He loves when age and youth are met, Their high and low in concord set He loves when some clear soaring mind Is drawn by mutual piety To simple souls and unrefin'd, Who in life's shadiest covert lie. g St. Mark vi. 7. St Luke x. 1, |