15. THE OFFERTORY. "God loveth a cheerful giver." CHRIST before thy door is waiting; Rouse thee, slave of earthly gold. Lo, He comes, thy pomp abating, IIungry, thirsty, homeless, cold :Hungry, by whom Saints are fed With the Eternal Living Bread; Thirsty, from whose pierced side Healing waters spring and glide; Cold and bare He comes, who never May put off His robe of light; Homeless, who must dwell for ever In the Father's Bosom bright. In kind ambush alway lying He besets thy bed and path, Lies like dew upon the grass, Christ before His Altar standing, They may best that Arm abide, When, the last dread lightnings wielding, He shall lift it, and decree, "Go, ye churls of soul unyielding, Where nor gift nor prayer shall be." JESUS in His babes abiding Shames our cold ungentle ways, Joys and treasures newly found. Nought enjoy but what they share; Grudging thought and care and moiling Live not in their pure glad air. Strange the law of Love's combining ! As with wild winds moaning round Tones from lute or harp entwining Make one thread of solemn sound ; As calm eve's autumnal glow As in landscape leaf or stone, Cloud or flower, at random thrown, Helps the sadness or the glory;— So the gift of playful child May recall thy natal story, Church of Salem undefiled! How the new-born Saints, assembling As before the Apostles' feet Type of royal hearts and free, Son of holiest consolation, When thou turn'dst thy land to gold, And thy gold to strong salvation, Type of Priest and Monarch, casting All their crowns before the Throne, And the treasure everlasting Heaping in the world unknown. Now in gems their relics lie, And their forms from storied panes Gleam athwart their own loved fanes, Whether great ones much are bringing, Bring thine all, thy choicest treasure, Thou shalt climb where skies are steep. |