FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. Isaiah xxxviii. 8; compare Josh. x. 13. "TIs true, of old th' unchanging sun His daily course refus'd to run, The pale moon hurrying to the west Paus'd at a mortal's call, to aid Th' avenging storm of war, that laid Seven guilty realms at once on earth's defiled breast. But can it be, one suppliant tear And hides his weary eyes to pray, Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of the sky? • Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the Lord. Isaiah xxxviii. 2. F We too, O Lord, would fain command, And backward force the waves of Time, Our restless bark from year to year; Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime. Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warm'd, And prayers blown wide by gales of care;- Like stormy lights on mountain streams, Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare. How shall we 'scape th' o'erwhelming Past? Can spirits broken, joys o'ercast, And eyes that never more may smile:- Or win us back one little day The bitterness of death to soften and beguile? Father and Lover of our souls! Though darkly round Thine anger rolls, Thy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom, Thy showers would pierce the harden'd ground, And win it to give out its brightness and perfume. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. Thou smil'st on us in wrath, and we, The tears that bathe our offer'd hearts, Time's waters will not ebb, nor stay, Power cannot change them, but Love may; Can read where Faith is fix'd and true, 35 Through shades of setting life can see Heaven's work begun. O Thou, who keep'st the key of Love, Open Thy fount, eternal Dove, And overflow this heart of mine, Enlarging as it fills with Thee, Till in one blaze of charity Care and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine; Till, as each moment wafts us higher, By every gush of pure desire, And high-breath'd hope of joys above, By every secret sigh we heave, Whole years of folly we outlive, In His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love. THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. In whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without hands. Coloss. ii. 11. THE year begins with Thee, And Thou beginn'st with woe, To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. Thine infant cries, O Lord, Like sacrificial wine Pour'd on a victim's head Are those few precious drops of Thine, They are the pledge and seal THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. They to His Church of old, To each true Jewish heart, In Gospel graces manifold Communion blest impart. Now of Thy love we deem As of an ocean vast, Mounting in tides against the stream Both theirs and ours Thou art, Kings, Prophets, Patriarchs-all have part By blood and water too God's mark is set on Thee, That in Thee every faithful view O bond of union, dear And strong as is Thy grace! Saints, parted by a thousand year, May thus in heart embrace. Is there a mourner true, Sighs for the heart-consoling view Of those, Heaven deign'd to praise ? 37 |