Grudge not thou thine eyes to hide On this breast that aches for thee: Patient, kneeling, here abide Till th' absolving Voice is free. I from thy baptismal hour Yearn for thee, hard heart and dry: Seek my penitential bower, In the dust beside me lie. 7. ABSOLUTION "Whose sins ye forgive, they are forgiven.' LIVE ever in my heart, sweet awful hour, And sure with lightning glance they seem'd to thrill, (O may the dream prove true!) and search and burn Each foul dark corner of my lawless will, What if the Spirit griev'd did then return? O fear, O joy to think! and what if yet, The love of evil I may quite forget, And with the pure in heart my portion be! Live in my heart, dread blissful hope, to tame 8. HOURS OF PRAYER. Evening, and morning, and at noonday will I pray." Down, slothful heart! how darest thou say, "Call not so oft to pray?" Behold, the Lord's own bounteous showers The forenoon saw the Spirit first At noontide hour Saint Peter saw The sheet let down, heavenward all earth to draw ; At eventide, when good Cornelius kneel'd Upon his fasting day, an angel shone revealed. Untired is He in mercy's task, Then tire not thou to ask. He says not, "Yesterday I gave, Wilt thou for ever crave ?" He every moment waits to give, Watch thou unwearied to receive. Thine Hours of Prayer, upon the Cross To Him were hours of woe and shame and loss; Scourging at morn; at noon, pierced hands and feet; At eve, fierce pains of death, for thee He counted sweet. The blue sky o'er the green earth bends, The green earth to the blue heaven's ray Its bosom spreads all day, Earth answers heaven-the holy race Should answer His unfailing grace. Then smile, low world, in spite or scorn, We to our God will kneel ere prime of morn; The third, the sixth, the ninth-each Passion hour, We with high praise will keep, as He with gifts of power. 9. REPEATING THE CREED. "Whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith." MANY the banners bright and fair, Uplifted in the gleaming sky, When Faith would show this lower air The heaven-enlightened eye and mind, By meek confession purified, Gazes on high, nor fails to find Which way the signs celestial guide. One bodies forth a virgin Form, Holding aloft a cross of might, And watching, how through cloud and storm Another dreams, by night and day, Ere the dread tones be gone and spent. |