THE GOD-MAN. Ράβδος ἐκ τῆς ρίζης. ROD of the Root of Jesse, The God by all obeyed! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay The Gentiles' expectation, Whom Jacob's words foretell, Who Syria's pride shalt vanquish, Samaria's power shalt quell; Thou from the Root of Judah Like some fair plant dost spring, To turn old Gentile error To Thee, its God and King! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay THE GOD-MAN. In Balaam's ancient vision The Eastern seers were skilled; They marked the constellations, And joy their spirits filled: For Thou, bright Star of Jacob, Arising in Thy might, Didst call these Gentile first-fruits To worship in Thy light. They, in holy reverence bent, As on a fleece descending The Isles and Araby. Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay ST. COSMAS. ART thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? Come to Me," saith One,-" and, coming, ART THOU WEARY? Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide? "In His Feet and Hands are Wound-prints, And His Side." Is there Diadem, as Monarch, That His Brow adorns? "Yea, a Crown, in very surety,— But of Thorns !" If I find Him, if I follow, If I still hold closely to Him, If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? "Not till earth, and not till heaven Pass away!" Finding, following, keeping, struggling, "Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins, ST. STEPHEN THE SABAITE. 61 GOD BLESSED FOREVER. οἱ παῖδες εὐσεβεία. THE Holy Children boldly stand No doom can shake their constancy : The Shepherds keep their flocks by night; The Angel-bands their King declare : "God of our Fathers! Thou art blessed!" The Angel ceased; and suddenly Peace upon earth, good will to men: Christ comes!—And they that heard confessed, "God of our Fathers! Thou art blessed!". |