STRIVE. Gaze with mingled joy and fear Art thou faithful? then oppose Sin and wrong with all thy might; Art thou faithful? Wake and watch, Look not for reward or praise. Art thou faithful? Stand apart From all worldly hope and pleasure, Yonder fix your hopes and heart, On the heaven where lies our treasure. Soldiers of the Cross, be strong, Watch and war mid fear and pain, Daily conquering woe and wrong, Till our King o'er earth shall reign! WINKLER. 143 O DAY most calm, most bright! The fruit of this, the next world's bud; Th' indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood; SUNDAY. The couch of time; care's balm and bay:- The other days and thou Make up one man; whose face thou art, Man had straight forward gone The which He doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace arched lies: Which parts their ranks and orders. The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on Time's string, 145 Make bracelets to adorn the wife This day my Saviour rose, And did inclose this light for His, Who want herbs for their wound. The Rest of our creation Our great Redeemer did remove With the same shake which, at His passion, As Samson bore the doors away, Christ's hands, though nailed, wrought our salvation, And did unhinge that day. The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence; Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at His expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price That was required to make us gay And fit for paradise. Thou art a day of mirth: And, where the week-days trail on ground, AUDI, TELLUS, AUDI. Thy flight is higher, as thy birth. HERBERT. AUDI, TELLUS, AUDI. ADVENT HYMN OF THE ELEVENTH CENTURY. HEAR, Earth, hear God's decree, Cave of the mighty sea! Hear, man! hear every one Dwelling beneath the sun! It cometh! it is near, The day of wrath and fear! Woe for that bitter day, When shrinks the heaven away! Gloweth the sun blood-red; Afar the pale moon flieth; Morning in blackness dieth; Upon that day of dread, In guilt and misery, What shall our portion be? WASHBURN. 147 |