'^m<* 0^^ -*^^-{. F FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY "SCB IXTfdQII Station zi:.l-Jrt-«t,i.£d; Digitized by tlie Internet Archive in 2012 witii funding from Princeton Tiieological Seminary Library littp://arcliive.org/details/liolysonOObost f n tt)e JHaster'fi jSame- University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge. CiDntent0* PAGE " For 7t07ie of tis liveth to himself and no man dieth to him- self'' 9 " Though I take the ivings of the morning'''' ii ^'' God is the Lord which has showed us light'" 13 ^^ I have loved thee with a7t everlasting love'''' 14 ^^ And fell oji his neck, and kissed him'''' 16 ''^ Let 1LS now go evenunto BethlehciJi'''' 17 '"'' Blessed are ye that weep now"" 20 '"'' The Lord oitr God is one Lord'''' .22 " Behold the man " 24 *' What aileth thee, Hagar .? " 26 " Let my prayer come before Thee : incline Thine ear tinto my cry "" 27 " Lf any vian will come to Ale, and hate not . . . his own life also, he cannot be My disciple " 29 " L am poor and needy, yet the Lord heareth me " .... 30 '"'' Behold, L stand at the door"" 32 " And there were shepherds " 34 " Praise is comely " 36 " IVe briiig yoit good tidings " 40 " The time of the singing of birds is come " 42 " Out of the deep, out of the deep " 44 *' If 7ue he dead with Him, we shall also live with HiiJi " . . 45 " Come unto Me " 47 *'^ Ajid I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove'"' 49 ^^ What I say unto you I say tmto all, Watch'''' 51 vi Contentg, ^^ Consider the lilies of the jield^'' . ■ 54 " In Him we live^ and 7novey and have our being"*^ .... 56 " As the hart panteth " 57 " Lord, what is ?na}i .^ " 58 " Ye also, as lively stones, are built tip a spiritual house " . 60 " He 7)iade the stars also " 62 " He hath put the world iit their hearts " 63 ''^ Surely the bitterness of death is past'''* 64 " And He carried me away in the spirit to a great and high 7?iountain, and showed me that great city, the holy Je- rusalem " ^(^ ** There was darkness " 68 " It was the eve of the Sabbath " 71 " They we7tt and made the sepulchre sure, scaling the stone and setting a watch'*'' ^'i^ " While it was yet dark'''' 76 '''' He made as though He wo7tld have gone further''"' ... 79 ''Take, eat'' 81 '' Trust in the Lord ahuay "^ 83 '' Early my God I bless'"' . . - 85 " To know . . . the fellowship of His sufferings'''' .... 86 '' He gave thanks''' 'b'^ " Cast thy burden upon the Lord " 90 '^ Adam, which was the son of God" 92 " There shall in no wise enter into it aitything that defileth " 94 " O let not the Lord be angry, and I will pray but this once " 95 " To-day shall thou be with Me in Paradise " 97 " Ye shall be baptized 7vith the Holy Ghost " 99 '' I am ready to depart" loi " There is a river the streams whereof make glad the city of our God" 102 " Maji goeth forth to his luork and to his labor till the even- i7ig" 104 '' I am the true Vine, and My Father is the Husbandman " 106 Contents* vii *' Jesics saith tinto her, ' Give J/e to drink '" io8 ^^ Here am I ; j^/z^ me " no ^^ Praise the Lord, O i?iy soiir^ 114 '•'' Show me wherefore Thou contendest luith me ''^ . . . . 116 '''' Thy gentleness hath made me great '''' 118 " Jesus saith imto them, * Children, have ye any meat i" " . 120 '' Wilt thou be made whole ? '' 121 ''^ Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness''^ 123 ^^ I will ajHse " 125 " Awake, thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, a?id Ch7'ist shall give thee light'''' 127 " There was a sotnid as of a mighty rushijtg ivind, and it filled all the house where they were met '''' 1 29 " Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sep- ulchre?^^ 131 " Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear 710 evil ^^ 134 ^^ Blessed be the Lord for evermore. Amen, and Ameji " . 136 ** Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thy- self" 138 " Why stand ye gazing'''' 140 ^^ He first loz'ed us ^^ 142 " Where two or three are 7net together, there a7n L in the midst of you " 143 ^^ Art Thou He that should co77ie ?^^ 144 " Verily Thou a7't a God that hidest Thyself O God of Is- rael, the Saviour " 147 ^'' He dwelleth X^YIYL you a7id shall be Y^ you'" 150 " The dove fou7id 7io rest for the sole of her foot ''^ . . . . 152 " /7i 77iyfiesh / shall see God ^' 154 " O zuretched 7na7i that I a7n ! who shall deliver 77ie froi7i the body of this death ? '''' 155 " A7id ye shall take yojc on the first day, the boughs of goodly trees, brandies of pabn trees'''' 157 viii €0ntentj3* " Listen, O isles, tuito Me " 1 58 *'^ Your gold and silver is cankej^ed'''' 160 '' O love the Lord'' 162 ''^ L shall go to hij7t, but he shall not returri to me " . , . . 165 " For Thy navie's sake, O Lord, pardon 7nine iniquity, for it is great'' 167 ^^ The Lord is 7ny light and my salvation" 170 " Lie was parted from them, and carried np into heaven " . 172 " Unto Thee, O Lord, do L lift up my soul" 174 ^'' They tveitt forth to meet the Bridegroom" 176 " And He said unto him. What is thy name ? and he said, Jacob" 177 '^ LTe doeth all thijigs well" 180 " Righteous art Thou, O Lord, when I plead zuith Thee, yet let me talk with Thee of Thy judgments" iSi ^^ O that Ishmael inight live before Thee" 184 ''God is love" 1S6 n jj j^jiQ^i canst believe ; all things are possible to Jiim that believeth" 188 '' Master, where dzvellest ThouV 190 '' Ls it L ? and another said, Ls it I V 193 "" BeJiold we bring y OIL good tidings" 195 " Behold, the Judge standeth at the door " 198 '^ Till Christ be formed in you" 200 ** Blessed are they that have not seen, a7ul yet have believed " 202 '' Christ also hath suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that He might bring its to God, being put to death in the flesh. In it quickened by the Spirit : by zvhich also Lie went and preached 7into the spirits in prison ; zuhich sometiine were disobedient " 204 Notes and Explanations 207 " For 710 ne of 2cs liveth to himself and 710 7}ia7i dieth to himself ,'''' HE with good gifts that most is blest, Or stands for God above the rest, Let him so think — " To serve the dear, The lowlier children I am here. " It is the children's bread I break ; He trusts me with it for their sake j (Hunger I must if none it shares) It is but mine when it is theirs. ^^That which I teach, it most is mine, Dear child of God, to make it thine ; When thou hast learn'd it, I shall see The perfect meaning first in thee. lo J^olg Songs, Carols, " That song I made it was not mine, Nor fraught with incense for the shrine, Till, when thou sang'st it sweetly through, I with thy voice sang praises too. " That which I am, it is not mine ; The earth unto the moon doth shine — ■ Not to herself, for oft her way Seems but a dark and cloudy day. " O Church of God ! my hfe is lent For yours, to spend and to be spent ; O Christ of God 1 let my death be Not to myself but Thee — but Thee ! '' Amen. antJ Sacrcti 33al(ati3. " Though I take the wings of the mornhig.'^'' SWEET are His ways who rules above, He gives from wrath a sheltering place ; But covert none is found from grace, Man shall not hide himself from love. What though I take to me the wide Wings of the morning and forth fly, Faster He goes, whose care on high Shepherds the stars and doth them guide. What though the tents foregone, I roam Till day wax dim lamenting me ; He wills that I shall sleep to see The great gold stairs to His sweet home. W'hat though the press I pass before, And climb the branch, He lifts his face ; I am not secret from His grace Lost in the leafy sycamore. 12 l^olg Sonss, (Carols, What though denied with murmuring deep I shame my Lord, — it shall not be ; For He will turn and look on me, Then must I think thereon and weep. The nether depth, the heights above, Nor alleys pleach'd of Paradise, Nor Herod's judgment-halls suffice : Man shall not hide himself from love. anil Sacrtti Ballatis, 13 " God is the Lord ivliich has shoived 2ts lightP S O:\IE\VHERE, quiet in the rest of God, Live our dead, the well-beloved dead ; Though we seem'd to leave them 'neath the sod, To the everlasting hills they sped, There they sit, — the well-beloved dead. Somewhere, in the counsels known on high, Certain as the southing of a star, Stands the hour writ down when I shall die. O to go where all my good things are, Calmly as the southing of a star. Somewhere, safely hidden, lost in light. Our good country lies — Immanuel's land; Earn'd for us and soon to bless our sight. Anchored fast to God, a radiant strand, O my heart's desire — Immanuel's land. 14 5^J3lg Sonrjs, Carols, '^ I have loved thee with an everlasting love!''* DEAR is the lost wife to a lone man's heart, When in a dream he meets her at his door, And, waked for joy, doth know she dwells apart, All unresponsive on a silent shore ; Dearer, yea, more desired art thou — for thee My divine heart yearns by the jasper sea. More than the mother's for her sucking child ; She wants, with emptied arms and love untold, Her most dear little one that on her smiled And went ; but more, I want Mine own. Behold, I long for My redeem'd, where safe with Me Twelve manner of fruits grow on th' immortal tree; The tree of life that I won back for men. And planted in the city of My God. Lift up thy head, I love thee ; wherefore, then, I.iest ihou so long on thy memorial sod Sleeping for sorrow .? Rise, for dawn doth break — I love thee, and I cry to thee ^' Awake." anti Sacrcti Ballatis. 15 Serve, — woman whom I love, ere noon be high, Ere the long shadow lengthen at thy feet. Work, — I have many poor, O man, that cry, My little ones do languish in the street. Love, — 'tis a time for love, since I love thee. Live, — 'tis a time to live. ]Man, live in !Me. 1 6 l^olg Songs, ffiatols, ^^ And fell on his neck^ and kissed hiin^"* THOU wert far off, and in the sight of heaven Dead. And thy Father would not this should be ; And now thou livest, it is all forgiven ; Think on it, O my soul. He kissed thee ! What now are gold and gear? thou canst afford To cast them from thee at His sacred call. As Mary, wdien she met her living Lord, The burial spice she had prepared let fall. O ! what is death to life ? One dead could well Afford to waste his shroud, if he might wake ; Thou canst afford to waste the world, and sell Thy footing in it, for the new world's sake. What is the world? it is a waiting place, Where men put on their robes for that above. What is the new world ? 'tis a Father's face Beholden of His sons — the face of love. anti Sacrcl3 33allati0. 17 CHRISTMAS HYMN. ^'^ Let us n 07V go even tnito Bethlehem,'''^ O NIGHT of nights ! O night Desired of man so long ! The ancient heavens fled forth in light To sing thee thy new song ; And shooting down the steep, To shepherd folk of old, An angel, while they watch 'd their sheep, Set foot beside the fold. Lo ! while as like to die Of that keen light he shed. They look'd on his pure majest}^. Amazed, and sore bestead ; Lo ! while with words of cheer He bade their trembling cease. The flocks of God swept sweetly near, And sang to them of peace. f^olg Snttfls, CTaroIg;, All on the hillside grass That fulgent radiance fell, So close those innocents did pass, Their words were heard right well ; Among the sheep, their wings Some folding, walk'd the sod An order'd throng of shining things, White, with the smile of God. The waits of heaven to hear. Oh! what it must have been ! Think, Christian people, think, and fear For cold hearts, for unclean ; Think how the times go by, How love and longing fail. Think how we live and how we die, As this were but a tale. O tender tale of old, Live in thy dear renown ; God's smile was in the dark, behold That way His hosts came down ; Light up, great God, Thy Word, Make the blest meaning strong, As if our ears, indeed, had heard The glory of their song. anti Sacrrt Ballatis, 19 It was so far away, But Thou could'st make it near, And all its living might display And cry to it, " Be here," Here, in th' unresting town. As once remote to them, Who heard it when the heavens came down, On pastoral Bethlehem. It was so long ago, But God can make it now^ And as with that sweet overflow. Our empt}^ hearts endow; Take, Lord, those words outworn, O ! make them new for aye, Speak — " Unto you a child is born," To-day — to-day — to-day. 20 J^olg Songs, Carols* '''' Blessed are ye thai weep now^ WEEPING and wailing needs must be When Love His name shall disavow, When christen'd men His wrath shall dree, Who mercy scorn'd in this their day; But what ? He turns not yet away. Not yet — not now. Let me not, waken'd after sleep, Behold a Judge with lowering brow. The world must weep, and I must weep Those sins that naiFd Thee on the tree. Lord Jesu, of Thy clemency, Let it be Now. Let us have weeping now for sin, And not us only ; let Thy tears Avail the tears of many to win ; Weep with us, Jesu, kind art Thou ; We that have sinn'd many long years. Let us weep now ; anti Sarreti BallatJS* 21 And then, waked up, behold Thy face, Who did forgive us. See Tiiy brow — Beautiful — learn Thy love and grace. Then wilt Thou wipe away our tears. And comfort in th' all-hallow'd spheres, Them that weep now. 22 J^olg Songs, ^Carols, MORNING. '^ The Lord oicr God is one LordP GOD, to men Thy children shown A Creator on the throne, A Redeemer for them given, A Renewer come from heaven ; God, the night and day are Thine, God, my fathers' God and mine ; Now with dawn the East is fair, Hearken to my morning prayer. God in heaven, and God in me, Let me serve in my degree As the sun \ and let me love As the seraphim above. Since Thou waitest me to bless, I will ask Thee nothing less ; Let Thy likeness wax alway In my soul as dawn to day. anti SacretJ Ballatis. 2^ Let my work be alwav done As to Thee, and when the sun Sets and all Thy stars appear, Still acquaint me I am dear. Though so many and so far, Thou dost know them, every star By its name — O ! life divine, God, Thou also knowest mine. In Thy one appointed way. Pardon for my sins I pray, In the great name ever blest, Ask Thee for the most and best. Our Father, dread and wise, Our redeeming Sacrifice, Our Renewer, let me be Satisfied, at last, in Thee. 24 l^olg Songg, Carols, ^'- Behold the many THOU hast found me and I faint, I cannot bear Thy light ; I have eaten of the bitter bread of sin ; I have said, '' There is no hope/' I am vile in God's sight ; I would cleanse me, but O how shall I begin ? My eternal Father, Thy great gift I despised ; Of a broken heart He is dying, His head droops low ; — O, one more day of grace, thou Saviour sacrificed ; O, one more call, I — whither shall I go ? My crime to me comes home — the Judge is at the door — The voice of my Brother's blood doth on me call ; I cannot wash me clean with tears for evermore, Yet my stains are in His sight who seeth all. Now he is made my slayer, this my Saviour slain — Slain from the world's foundation He me ac- cuseth ; — Lord Christ, upon the cross how long wilt Thou remain, Pierced for the doomed world that Thee refuseth ? anti Sacreti Ballatis, 25 Better, better for me, than such a day should be, Falling rocks and mountains should a grave af- ford ; Where shall I safety find ? whither shall I flee ? Where hide my guilty head from the suffering Lord ? • Words from a dying mouth, love's strange admonish- ment " Go not — nay, come, take hold on the deadly tree, Here seek where thou art sought — to thy peace con- sent, Thou canst not covert find — thou art found of Me. " Slain, and of thee ; thy life stands in My death re- veal'd. Look unto Me, lost soul, look ! thou shalt not die ; Thy sins have nail'd Me here — here is thy pardon seal'd : None other can forgive, lo, I forgive, even I.'' 2 6 J^olg Songs, Carols, " What aileth thee, Hagar ? ' RISE, for God calls thee, leaning down to bless, Aye to thy tears attent ; Why sitt'st thou, dying of drought all shelterless, Mourning, like Hagar in the wilderness, When the water was spent. The river of Egypt she did think upon, Whereof she drank of yore. But she did thirst again. The white sun shone Blinding above her head — her strength was gone — The bondwoman hoped no more. Then she lift up her voice and wept, and He Above did audience give. He call'd her. Rise, for so He calls to thee, Opens thine eyes a well of water to see — Drink, desolate soul, and live. Water of Life ! God's gift to man's distress, When he lamenting sore Doth mourn like Hagar in the wilderness ; Behold it, flowing and free. His love confess. Drink thou, and thirst no more. anti SacrelJ Ballatis, 27 *'Z^/ viy prayer come before Thee : ijicline Thme ear 7 into 7ny cry^ NOW the psalm to heaven ascending, Sighs of heart are witli it blending ; Close together, all unknown, Each from each doth stand alone. Nothing of our grief we tell, Nay, but, God, Thou knowest it well ; Each from Thee for comfort seeks, In whose ear the silence speaks. Is it poverty ? He know^eth, In whose light the hid thing showeth ; Straightened measure, endless care. Hard for them we love to bear Left behind in life's great plan, Seeking not for aid from man. Thou the want, the strife canst see, The poor commends himself to Thee. 28 ?^0lg SonflS, Carols, Is it sorrow? God, He knoweth, Up to whom the sighing goeth ; Yea, He knoweth, who doth bless, Yet not spare its bitterness, I, in sorrow, pain, and loss, Kiss with many tears the cross ; Tears are my meat: comfort Thou me. My tears commend themselves to Thee. Is it sin ? Good Lord, Thou knowest ; My dark places Thou me showest ; Though Thy mercy hold me fast, Nothing can undo the past ; I repent me of my ways ; I go sofdy all my days ; My sinful soul doth only flee — Doth still commend itself to Thee. Lend Thy wings, immortal Dove, Bear our wants, our tears above. Live, Thou Lord that didst atone. Great High Priest, before the throne ; Little of our griefs we tell, Thou, O Father, knowest them well ; Each from Thee may comfort seek, In whose ear doth silence speak. anti SacutJ Ballatig. 29 ^'' If a7iy 7nan will couie to Me^ and hate not . . . his own life also, he caitnot be My disciple,'^ LET me hate mine own life, That I led in evil ways ; Envy, lying, lust, and strife, Selfish nights and careless days. Mine own life, I knew not It was death j but now 'tis meet It were buried, hid, forgot ; — Christ, I lay it at Thy feet. Let me lose mine own life For Thy sake, and put on Thine ; Though it be with dangers rife, In the ending it shall shine. Mine own life — lay it low j Let me Thy disciple be ; Bear Thy cross, and even so Live to God, and rest in Thee. 30 ?^0l2 Songs, GTaroIa, ^'' I am poo7' and needy ^ yet the Lord hear eth meP WHEN children are sick, when times are hard, (Lord, Christ, hear on Thy heavenly shore) Thou to my sighing dost lend regard, For God is my God for evermore. In the burden and heat of the day, (Lord, Christ, hear on Thy heavenly shore) Oft am I troubled, and scarce can pray. But God is my God for evermore. When I lie, bound of my sins, and cry, (Lord, Christ, hear on Thy heavenly shore) Thou wilt me pity, I shall not die, For God is my God for evermore. In wint'ry weather, when I'm grown old, (Lord, Christ, hear on Thy heavenly shore) Thy comforts cheer me, though nights be cold, And God is my God for evermore. ant Sacreti Ballatis. 31 White as hoar-frost is my bow'cl head, (Lord, Christ, hear on Thy heavenly shore) Though I can earn me nor warmth nor bread, My God is my God for evermore. My strength faileth, my heart beats low, (Lord, Christ, hear on Thy heavenly shore) I must leave you, my friends — I must go. But God is my God for evermore. 32 l^olg Songs, Carols, " Behold^ I sta7id at the door.^^ ALL desiring, nothing won, Man, thy day is nearly done ; Is the path of Hfe begun ? Ere its waning hour be o'er, Call this poor soul once, once more, Jesu standing at the door. Knock, but, O ! most patient Lord, Strength to open first afford ; Will to grasp love's sweet award. Man, He standeth yet full fain, Let not, let not all be vain ; Take the everlasting gain. Open, bid Him in, and fall At His feet, who doth thee call ; In His mercy stands thine all. Weeping, kiss the sacred feet, Thorn-crown'd King, Thine eyes are sweet; Master, is it thus we meet .'* anil Sacret! Sallatis, ;^:^ Lord, dost Thou remember me ? Lord, I nail'd Thee on the tree ; Lord, good Lord, I scofPd at Thee ! O ! my sins against me cry ; ! my guilt is deep and high ; — " Peace," He saith, ^' thou shalt not die. " Peace, peace — all those sins of thine 1 have wash'd in blood divine ; I forgive thee — thou art Mine." 34 ?^oIS Songs, Carols, CAROL. WITH A BURDEN. ^'' And there were shepherds.'''* OVER the long green clowns, when I do wander After the ewes and lambs, so oft I ponder, "When the Chief Shepherd comes, that is full tender, He will, of all His own, true reckoning render; Them that give suck and feed, them from dust raised ; Praise the good Lord, therefore. '' The Lord be praised. When 'tis a darksome night, and deep snow drifteth, When many lambs are lost ere the storm lifteth, I think, " When Thou shalt come, though the dark bUnd me, Lord, 'twill be light to Thee, straight Thou wilt find me ; I, when Thou call'st my soul, with light amazed Shall in Thy light see light." The Lord be praised. anti Sacreti BaIIatis» 35 Oft as the day comes round, this drear December, How shepherds sat of old, still I remember, And Thou didst send them news, straight from Thy city, All of Thy great good- will and Thy dear pity ; Glad were the shepherds then with glory dazed ; Praise the good Lord, therefore. The Lord be praised. Sing, O thou favoured earth. The Lord be praised. Sing, for thy Saviour's birth. The Lord be praised. Heaven shall not hold Him long ; The Lord be praised. For prayers of love are strong. The Lord be praised. Thy star shall shine again, * The Lord be praised. Thy King come back to reign. The Lord be praised. 36 f^olg Songs, CTarab, SONG OF PRAISE FOR LONDON. WITH A CHORUS. " Praise is comely.'''' ON Zion's hill the sacred dust Lies bare 'neath arid skies ; From ruin'd walls her sons are thrust, Foregone her sacrifice. But Zion's voice lives yet; and brought Adown the ages ring The songs of praise he sweetly taught That was her shepherd king. O King David ! King David sang of old Among the little watered valleys while he watch'd the fold; Over rocks of wild En-gedi when he sheathed the sword : And would we had King David's harp, and so could praise the Lord ! antj Samti Ballatis, 37 I will give thanks, my God, O King, And of Thy goodness tell j Upon the heights of Zion sing Thou Hope of Israel. The hill of Zion is right fair — A city of great fame ; For why ? The Lord our God is there. Excellent is His name. " Ye tribes that in His courts have stood, Ye priests that on Him wait, O praise the Lord, for He is good, And only He is great. ' Praise Him, thou great, thou lesser light, That toil and sleep control ; Praise Him, you angels in the height; Praise the Lord, O my soul." O King David ! King David on his throne And under murmurous cedars making dusks on Leb- anon, And by the Jordan's sailless waters sang full sweet and clear : And though King David's harp be mute, let us sing praises here. 38 J^olg Songs, Carols, For somewhat aye that moves and yearns To all things just and free ; For many a soul that inly burns More righteous days to see ; For peace, for law, for gold, for wheat. And for His printed word. Praise Him, ye throngs in every street ; Great London, praise the Lord. Ye that her bridges cross by night, Where on the river play A thousand stars from lamps alight, That mete out narrower day, Praise Him, and say this river bears Great fleets that ceaseless go ; And yet, for these eight hundred years Hath not borne in a foe. Praise Him, great city fair and free, And helpless, but for God ; Nor siege, nor sack have frighted thee, Of alien hosts untrod. Praise Him, and pray while yet 'tis well, Nor danger nigh thee waits ; Pray thy Celestial Sentinel To guard thy silver gates. anti Sacteli Ballalis* 39 Praise Him, when clash thy weighty hours By measure night and day ; Praise Him, while yet a hundred towers Ring out thy times to pray. Praise Him, where murmurous fall and swell (As of some wind-borne chord) The majest}' of millions tell ; Great London, praise the Lord ! O King David ! King David's harp rang true ; But we have learn'd a wondrous song King David never knew. To One was born of David's line, sing high with sweet accord ; For One who died that we might live, great London, praise the Lord ! 40 l^olg Songs, Carols, CHRISTMAS WAITS. " We bring y oil good iidmgs.^'^ First Part. GOD'S great Gift to man forlorn, In a winter night was born ; Angels tell the glorious tale, Let not, earth, thy welcome fail. '' All hail," and '' all hail.'' Little child, how sunk Thy lot ! Thy great might Thou hast forgot ; Guider of all stars that shone, Sleep, Thy glory is clean gone. Sleep on, and sleep on. Wake, you friends and neighbours, wake, And thank God for this Child's sake ; Sing, my heart, the anthem swell, Since that blessed birth befell, All's well, and all's well. anti Sacreli Ballatis, 41 Now is won the gift that we Lost beneath the apple-tree, Now is won the heavenly shore, Where light wanes, and life gives o'er No more, and no more. Second Part. God's great Gift to creatures vile Was not welcomed long, erewhile, Soon they sent Him home, and He Throudi the sfates of death did flee. Ah me, and ah me ! But, in love He came and went, For His kindness was not spent, Now His merits aye prevail Where no more the welcomes fail. ''All hail," and "all hail 1" He w^ent up to His ow^n place, We, ere long, shall see His face. Forty — thirty — twenty — ten Years, or days, Christ Jesus then. Amen, and amen. 42 ?^ol2 Songs, Carols, " The ti7Jie of the singing of birds is coineP T ^HICK orchards, all in white, Stand 'neath blue voids of light, And birds among the branches blithely sing. For they have ail they know j There is no more, but so, All perfectness of living, fair delight of spring. Only the cushat dove Makes answer as for love To the deep yearning of man's yearning breast ; And mourneth, to his thought, As in her notes were wrought FulfiU'd in her sweet having, sense of his unrest. Not with possession, not With fairest earthly lot, Cometh the peace assured, his spirit's quest ; With much it looks before, With most it yearns for more ; And *this is not our rest,' and 'this is not our rest.' anti Sacteli Ballabs. 43 Give Thou us more. We look For more. The heart that took All spring-tide for itself were empty still ; Its yearning is not spent Nor silenced in content, Till He that all things filleth doth it sweetly fill. Give us Thyself. The May Dureth so short a day; Youth and the spring are over all too soon ; Content us while they last, Console us for them past, Thou with whom bides forever life, and love, and noon. 44 f^olg Songs, Carols, FROM PSALM CXXX. "/^UT of the deep, out of the deep, V_y O God, I make my moan ; When I by night awaked from sleep Do watch with Thee alone, " Be not extreme, be not extreme To mark what is amiss ; Forgiveness doth Thee well beseem — Lord, be Thou fear'd in this. " My soul doth wait, my soul doth wait Till darkness wear away; My soul doth flee, I say, to Thee Before the breaking day. " Trust in the Lord, trust in the Lord, Though yet thy dawn be dim ; He will thee save from out the grave, Redemption is with him.'' antJ Sacteli Ballalis^ 45 " If we be dead with Hi7n^ we shall also live with Him,^^ I AM dead with Thee, and I remain Buried, dark beneath the covering clod ; In my heart, O Master, rise again. And ascend, as in my sight, to God. In that great way draw me up and guide ; , Tell my soul Thou wilt not her forsake ; While I follow, near to me abide, Else O how shall I that journey make ? It is long as life, and I am weak ; It is great, as all Thy counsels tell j Very glorious, high and far to seek Lies the goal, — O gird me for it well. All my burdens I must cast on Thee. Use my riches for Thyself, and wear Thou mine honours. Jesu, bear for me My deep griefs, and carry, Lord, my care. 46 f^olg Songs, Carols, Now must I set forth, nor doubt, nor wait, Great Forerunner to Thy glory pass'd ; Thou hast pardon'd ; through the golden gate O receive me to Thy home at last. anti S^acrcti Ballatis, 47 '' Come nil to Me^ IT is the Lord. He stands with thorny crown That I did help to press upon His brow. Is mine a lost soul ? Nay ; for He looks down In love upon me sunk into the slough Of my despond, and calls — O. can it be ? — " Come unto ^le 1 " " This unkind world, which promised all and gave Nothing, thou long hast served it, and for nought ; But now thou knowest its glory cannot save, Nor its grace comfort. One there is takes thought Upon thy grief. Myself have pitied thee, — Come unto Me ! "O thou deceived, and wounded, and cast by, Now in thy poverty, distress, despair, Emptied of good, look on thy hope — come nigh ; So look away thy miseiy and thy care. Thou yet shall have enough and all good see — Come unto ]\Ie ! 4^ f^0l2 Songs, Carols, *' Come with thy yearning void, thy deep unrest, And all thy sins and thy deplored shame ; For I can wash thee clean and clear thy breast, That knoweth not yet its Great Want's greater name, My name, even Mine. Behold, I wait for thee ! — Come unto Me ! " anti SactetJ Ballatis, 49 ^^ And I said, Oh that I had ivings like a dove.''^ O ! THAT I had wings, Then would I flee away and be at rest ; I would go up where rapt the seraph sings, There would I satisfy my soul oppress'd. In the white peace above ; And lay me at the feet of God's great love. O ! that I had wings Like a dove. , Trembling cometh over me ; They whom Thou hast died to free. Bind ; whom Thou hast loved, despise ; — Aliens each in other's eyes. O ! that bitter words might cease. That my portion might be peace ; O ! that love Thy Church might bless, While she walks this wilderness. Woe is me for hate and scorn, Wounding stings of envy born ; When the kneeling saint doth scoff, What shall be the end thereof? 4 50 f^olg Songs, Carols, Woe is me, because they meet, Ay, and strive at Thine own feet At Thy cross, for us who bled Saviour ; and I said, I said, — O ! that I had wings, Then would I flee away and be at rest, I would go up where rapt the seraph sings, There would I satisfy my soul oppress'd, In the white peace above ; And lay me at the feet of God's great love ; O ! that I had wings Like a dove. anti Sacreti Ballatis. 51 ADVENT SUNDAY. EVENING. " What I say unto yoic I say unto all^ Watch?'' WATCHMAN, what of the night?" " An hour is struck on high, But yet is no streak of light In the solemn, starless sky; Dark nor the dayspring breaketh, The world is drowsed and dumb ; I sleep, but my heart waketh ; When will the Bridegroom come ? " ^* He is gone up, O bride, His Father's smile to see ; The wound is heal'd in His side. He plants, for thy sake, a tree ; Thy speech on His tongue rings sweet, His countr}^ is plain to view, For He brought its dust on His feet. His locks were wet with dew." 52 f^olg Songs, Carols, " Wind of the South, awake ! And thou, O North wind, blow ! Move in my garden, and make All my chief spices flow ; Bud, and bud, in the night. Fruitful tree and fair flower, Till, with shocks of instant light. Sounds forth the Brideo^room's hour. ^' I have fed on holy food. Thou breakest me bread divine ; The wine of Thy cup is good. But Thy love is better than wine. Lord, when Thou comest to sup, I shall know how this can be, For Thyself shall hold the cup, I shall drink of it new with Thee. " Grant me, O Christ, the grace, That present love to greet ; Fain would I see Thy face, And lie at Thy sacred feet ; Fain would I hear Thy voice Speak the language of men ; Then shall Thy bride rejoice, Then, O never, till then." antJ Sacreti Ballatis, 53 *' Rise up, O bride, in the night, Take thy lamp, and take oil. Put on thy raiment white The Bridegroom took for a spo^l ; Prepare, let thy feet be shod, For thy heart doth prophesy Thy desire is born of God, And is made thy destiny." 54 ?^ol2 I, to save my dear child dutiful, V V Dare the white breakers on a storm-rent shore ? Ay, truly, Thou all good, all beautiful. Truly I would, — then truly Thou would'st more. Would I for my poor son, who desolate After long sinning, sued without my door For pardon, open it ? Ay, fortunate To hear such prayer, I would, — Lord, Thou would'st more. Would I for e^en the stranger's weariness And want divide, albeit 'twere scant, my store ? Ay, and mine enemy, sick, shelterless. Dying, I would attend, — O, Lord, Thou more. In dust and ashes my long infamy Of unbelief 1 rue. My love before Thy love I set : my heart's discovery. Is sweet, — whatever I would, Thou wouldest more. anti Sarreti Ballatis. 139 I was Thy shelterless, sick enemy, And Thou didst die for me, yet heretofore I have fearM ; now learn I love's supremacy, — Whate'er is known of love, Thou lovest more. I40 ?^0l2 Songs, Catdlei, ^^ Why stand ye gazing P WAS never sight so wondrous given ? Yet angels talk with them that see ; " Why stand ye gazing up to heaven," They ask, "ye men of Galilee?'' " What should we do, but ever gaze ? The earth is void, the heavens are cleft Of Him gone up the steep highways To God, — this hour are we bereft. " Lo, love cries upward, hope is cross'd, We, following glad through tears would fall, E'en rapt with our sweet listening lost, — The blessed One, the all in all. *' Once from our boats He taught, He trod, Alas, unknown, the field, the shore ; To-day He was our present God, And we shall see His face no more. anil Sarreti Ballats. 141 " Why, O ye white ones, question thus ? The Christ for heaven bereaves His own. And what is left on earth for us But still to gaze where He is gone ? " The angels answer. ^'Lo," they say, While steadfast eyes those watchers strain, " This Jesus, caught to heaven to-day, Shall in like manner come again." " His feet on Olivet shall stand ; Ay, this same Jesus shall come down." — Spare Him, O God, from Thy right hand. Most holy Saviour, take Thy crown. Son of the Father, hear : our night Is dark. Thy mourners wait and yearn. O Lamb of God, O Light of Light, O Love of Love, return, return ! 142 J^olg Songs, Carols, " He first loved usT I SOUGHT the Lord, and afterward I knew He moved my soul to it Who sought for me ; It was not I that found, O Saviour true ; No, I was found of Thee. Thou didst reach forth Thy hand and mine enfold ; I walk'd and sank not on the storm-vexed sea ; But not so much that I on Thee took hold As by Thy hold of me. I find, I walk, I love, but ah, the whole Of love is but my answer. Lord, to Thee ; Lord, Thou wert long beforehand with my soul — - Always Thou lovedst me. anl! Sacreti Ballatis, 143 " Where two or three are viet together^ there am I in the Diidst of yoiiP THE meaning of Thy meat and drink, Lord, is for me too high ; And so much more than I can think, As Thou art more than I. But for remembrance, and for hope, In faith that cannot see, I, raised above life's narrow scope, Reach forth my prayer for Thee. Bless me, and for Thy blessed sake, From love's un'minish'd store Whatever I have learn'd to take, Lord Jesus, give me more. I come to meet Thee, Thou art here. Standing among Thine own ; For ''two or three" that hold Thee dear Have drawn Thee, Saviour, down. I come, my nothing I confess, Thy all I cannot know ; But till Thou to the utmost bless I will not let Thee go. 144 f^olg Songs, Carols, THE EARLY QUESTIONS OF THE CHURCH. " Art Thoit He that should come f " JESUS, the Lamb of God, gone forth to heal and bless. Calm lie the desert pools in a fair wilderness ; Wind-shaken moves the reed, so moves His voice the soul ; Sick folk surprised of joy. wax when they hear it, whole. Calm all His mastering might, calm smiles the desert waste ; Peace, peace. He shall not cry, nay, He shall not mal<« haste ; . Heaven gazes, hell beneath moved for Him, moans and stirs — Lo, John lies fast in prison, sick for his messengers. John, the forerunner, John, the desert's tameless son, Cast into loathed thrall, his use and mission done ; John from his darkness sends a cry, but not a plea ; Not, 'MLast Thou felt my need .? '' but only, ''Art Thou He?" anil Sacreti Ballatis. 145 Unspoken pines his hope, grown weak in hngering dole; None know what pang that hour might pierce the Healers soul ; Silence that faints to Him — but must e'en so be vain ; A word — the fetters fall — He w^ill that word restrain. JesuSj the Father's son, bound in a mighty plan, Retired full oft in God, show'd not His mind to man ; Nor their great matters high His human lips confess ; He will His wonders work, and not make plain, but bless. The bournes of His wide way kept secret from all thought, Enring'd the outmost waste that evil power had wrought ; His measure none can take, His strife we are not shown. Nor if He gather'd then more sheaves than earth hath grown. "John, from the Christ of God, an answer for all time," The proof of Sonship given in characters sublime ; Sad hope will He make firm, and fainting faith re- store. But yet with mortal eyes will see His face no more. 146 f^olg Songs, Carols, He bow'd His sacred head to exigence austere, Unknown to us and dark, first piercings of the spear : And to each martyr since 'tis even as if He said, " Verily I am He — I Hve, and I was dead. " The All-wise found a way — a dark way — dread, unknown ; I chose it, will'd it Mine, seal'd for My feet alone ; Thou canst not therein walk, yet thou hast part in Me, I will not break thy bonds, but I am bound with thee. "With thee and for thee bound, with thee and for thee given, A mystery seal'd from hell, and wonder'd at in heaven ; I send thee rest at heart to love, and still believe ; But not for thee — nor Me — is found from death reprieve." anti Sacrrt Ballatis. 147 THE iMILKY WAY. ^' Verily TJiou art a God that hidest Thyse^f^ O God of Israel^ the SavioitrP THE summer night draws near its noon ; The wheat fields rustle nigh ; A golden reaping-hook — the moon Hangs like a sign on high. As if to mind us of His care, Who guides the worlds overhead, Yet gives us in His heart a share, And thinks upon our bread. Sign to them sent, whose marvelling eyes Pierce to thought's outmost bars. Where faint, because of farness, lies Light, as the dust of stars. iMy dazzled thoughts toward it strain, Where bedded deep in space, All twisted like a house-wife's skein I'he mvriads interlace ; f^olg SonflS, ffi^arolgi, Wonderful suns ! a nameless mote, No more, is each to me ; Wonderful worlds that round them float, Led forth, great God, of Thee. They strew Thy road as golden sand ; How far, to think we fear, For all within Thy presence stand, And we, as they, are near. Thou didst not tell to men of old How great Thy goings were ; Hiding Thy power, Thou didst unfold. Father revered, Thy care. Only to us. Thy wonders wrought (Like some of those far rays) Have reach'd, at last, man's watchful thought, To light these latter days. What Thou dost tell in stars above, What give we are not shown ; Thou givest all to us — for love Is all, and love made known. So many worlds, Thou central Sun, And all Thy brightness here ? It may be not, for only one, Thy love has cost Thee dear. anti Sacrtti Ballatis, 149 Perhaps full many a starr)' gem Lapsed from Thy grace did lie j Perhaps, made manifest in them, Thy Love went forth to die. We dwell as at creation's brink, Yet saved, and safe from thrall ; We think, if we may dare to think, Thou givest all to all. ISO ?ijalg Songs, Carols, ^'' He dwelleth ^YiYi yoic and shall be \^ yoicP MIGHTY and merciful, to Thee A wearied spirit yearns, That fain as sacred fire would be. Which ever mounts and burns. Mine eyes attend till night shall flee, And come day's golden rim ; As in Thy shrine of old — with me The lamp of God burns dim. I dwell as, in the days of yore. They dwelt, who loved and fear'd. When Christ within the fasten'd door Appear'd and disappear'd : I dwell as they who blest their day, WHien Christ made void the tomb, Between a glory going away — A glory yet to come : anti Sacreli Ballalis* 151 At rest in hope of sins forgiven I walk, His follower true ; But O to share on this side heaven, That promised glory too. For all Christ died, and once for all, No souls in Him are lost ; But 'tis for each the flame must fall, The dower at Pentecost. My breaking heart for this good hour The very heavens would stir ; He is not come, with Whom is power, The Lord, the Comforter. Rise, wind of God ! Burn, sacred flame ! This stammering tongue set free ; And over sins, and sloth, and shame, Give Thine own victory. 152 l^olg t His sake." 1 68 flolg Sonss, Carols, I that pray, O turn to labour all the praying ; I that know Thee, let me know that I may do ; Live to them for whom Thou diedst, neither weighing Life nor death, for death shall live, but days are few. So my prayer shall rise unshamed to Thy pure dwell- ing, While the child of shame low kneeleth me beside. With Thy other sinful children, while I'm telling Thee my sins, I'll pray Thee thus nor go denied. " Some love darkness more than light, and choose it rather; Shine and turn them to Thy light, and they shall see. Bear the burdens of the poor, O tender Father, Ease the hearts that want, nor know their want is Thee. " My afflicted God, to these afflicted yearning Liest Thou low ? then bring me low to meet Thee there ; Give me, Christ, Thy poor to teach, that with them learning I may reach Thy feet and hold them, Thou All-Fair. anil Sacuti Ballalis. 169 "O, to these give hope in life and peace in dying; Thou hast tasted death, Thou knowest all its stings; O on me bestow my heart's desire, and sighing Still to shepherd them for Thee, Thou Shepherd King." I70 l^otg Songs, Carols, HYMN FOR EDINBURGH. " The Lord is 7ny light a7id7?iy salvation ^"^ BEAUTIFUL for situation," Favour'd in a favour'd nation, Is she, set in regal station — Britain's northern crown. God has many saints that cry in Her, — as doves that upward fly in Heaven's high dome, their prayers they sigh, in Edinburgh town. Prayer He casteth not behind Him ; No, but they that seek shall find Him, And with cords of love shall bind Him, Sweetly to come down. Give repentance, Lord, and power. Double her desires and dower ; Bless, O bless in this good hour, Edinburgh town. anti Sacreti Ballatjs* 171 Dry her tears of holy weeping Over souls in danger sleeping, And receive her to Thy keeping, Great in old renown. God, make all her goings fair, for Thy name's sake. Her, ever care for. God of nations, hear my prayer for Edinburgh town. 172 l^olg Songs, Carols, ASCENSION DAY. ''He was parted from theni^ and carried up i7ito heavenP THOU art gone up, a throne to share, Yet doth Thy man's heart, even there, Partaker of man's yearning care. Love to the end. The odours of Thine incense fill The Temple courts, the heavenly hill, Offer'd with prayers of saints that still Thither ascend. In love's sweet suffering Thou dost stand, Touch'd for their tears, Thy pilgrim band. Who all their griefs in this dark land To Thee commend \ And mourn, nor think their heavenward quest Answers the yearning of Thy breast. Till they to Thee, Who art their rest, Thither ascend. anl3 Sacreti Ballatis. 173 Blest Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Wounded Thou art full oft again, For such as fruitless still remain, Or wanderers wend ; Or like another Eve, the tree Forbidden, aye desiring see, Nor heart and mind in heaven — to Thee, Thither ascend. Spare 2LS this sin, this evil part, To wound again Thy sacred heart ; But still to draw us where Thou art. Priest, Saviour, Friend, Make bright Thy stars — Thy churches seven Full fill with Thy celestial leaven. Till all the saints with hearts in heaven Thither ascend. 174 ?^Ql2 'Songs, Carols, *^ Unto Thee^ O Lord, do I lift up my S07il.^^ T' ^HEE my soul desires, Thee my heart admires, Crown'd Messiah, slain ere sin began ; All my ways confess Thee, And my mouth shall bless Thee, Mighty son of Mary — God with man. Once a soul unheeding, Pass'd Thee, Jesus, bleeding; I was that poor soul. Thou pitiedst me. Now, Thy mourner, weeping, Vow'd to Thy blest keeping ; I am Thy poor friend that loveth Thee. If my short day waneth, Lord, Thy light remaineth ; I shall see it though my sun decline ; Sun of my salvation, Star of consolation, Bright and morning Star, arise and shine. anti Sacrcti Ballatis. 175 Thee my soul desires, Thee my heart admires, Crown'd ^Messiah, slain ere sin began ; All my ways confess Thee, And my heart shall bless Thee, Mighty Son of ^^lary — God v»'ith man. 176 f^olg Sonp, Carols, " They went forth to 7neet the Bridegroom?'* THAT precious oil we bought of Thee, O Bridegroom, watch'd for in the night, Let not its use and spending be Only to keep our lamps alight, That we by Thee a place may win. No, grant us still some light to shed, Lord, when Thy feet are entering in. On the dark dust where Thou wilt tread. And while Thou tarriest let us take Their shining for our joy — Thy grace To burn and burn, for pure love's sake, Spent with aspirings for Thy face. Look, Father, down from Thy steep heights. Speak gently on the great white throne, " I bless their moving cresset lights, Who watch afar for My dear Son." Lean over from the golden wall, O Christ, of all our hopes the sum, And list, so piercing sweet the call, "Thy kingdom come, Thy kingdom come/' anti Sacreti iJallatis, 177 *•' And He said unto Jiijn^ What is thy 7ia7ne f and he said, Jacob. ^"^ WHILE his God, th' Almighty Lord, Jacob cried on, by the ford, In a moonless midnight dim ; Suddenly took hold on him A greatness, that he could not scan, . A Majesty that was a man. Now was he in evil case. His sins look'd him in the face ; All his soul was dark with fear Of God's silentness austere ] Strife till dawn — and cometh then, Esau, with four hundred men. Esau, to avenge his wrong, " O, the blessing trusted long ] For its cause I, banish'd, bann'd, Sojourn'd in an alien land ; Now I feel Thy frown divine. That teacheth me, it is not mine.'* 12 178 J^olg Songs, Carols, With the Wrestler striving sore, Still he cries on God the more, " Wilt Thou — Wilt Thou me forgive ? " But none answering bids him live. How shall he his cause make good, One of God and man withstood. How ! — O Wrestler, hid from sight, Only yet reveal'd by night. If thy nature learn'd at length He took hold upon thy strength, Thou, and none but Thou, canst know Who said sweetly, '' Let me go." Nay, no other help is nigh. If he fail he can but die ; Turned to mourning, and to woe. Is the birthright bought below ; For the blessing falsely won. He, at dawn, shall be undone. " Wherefore comest Thou then by night, Ere Thy time ? Thyself Thy might To me yielding — till that fail. Wrestler, how should'st Thou prevail ? Till Thou me forgiveness show, I will never let Thee go. anil Sarreti Ballatis, 179 " I confess to Thee my name, All its meaning, all its blame ; From its miser}' set me free. And, departing, bless Thou me, For on whom Thy blessings rest, He, I wot, indeed is blest.'' So He bless'd him there — and day Dawn'd, — the Wrestler went His way. Night to noon, and noon to night. Still He yields mankind His might ; Wrestling Love He wills to fail, O my soul, thou shalt prevail ! Note 4. i8o f^olg .Songs, Carolg;, " He doeth all things wellP THOU hast been alway good to me and mine Since our first father by transgression fell. Through all Thy sorest judgments love doth shine - Lord, of a truth, Thou doest all things well. Thou didst the food of immortality Compass with flame, lest he thereto should win. But what ? his doom, yet eating of that tree, Had been immortal life of shame and sin ! I would not last immortal in such wise ; Desired death, not life, is now my song. Through death shall I go back to Paradise, And sin no more — Sweet death, tarry not long ! One did prevail that closed gate to unseal. Where yet th' immortalizing tree doth grow ; He shall there meet us, and once more reveal The fruit of life, where crime is not, nor woe. antj Sacrcli Ballatis. i8i ^''Righteous art Thou, O Lord, when I plead with Thee^ yet let 7ne talk with Thee of Thy jtidginents.'''' '^ T~\ ARK is my place and chill the night, J_y No fire have I, nor candlelight ; Come down, make good to me Thy word, O humble and right piteous Lord. Like to a shadow my days are gone, Me in this dimness shine upon, Bring back the shadow in my sight, — Let there be light, let there be light. '^ Righteous art Thou — and I am poor. And know not good, but long endure ; I charge it not on Thee, blest Lord, Enough for all Thy fields afiford ; But some have much and other none. The weak are robb'd, the mean undone, And Thou abidest holy and strong, — O Lord, how long .^ O Lord, how long ? i82 ?^ol2 Songs, Carols, " There be who care not for Thy grace, And hide them from Thy frowning face ; If they oppress, O Lord, forgive ; But what of them that in Thee live ? Oft pray Thy rich for us, yet hold The mastery and increase with gold, And we, as roots dried up past date, Lie desolate, lie desolate. " Righteous art Thou ; and they are Thine, They counsel us in words divine ; But there is no meat and no meal, And scant is work, and far is weal. Wandering I go of hunger led. Hither and thither seeking bread ; Ay, tossing like the salt sea foam. Till I go home, till I go home. *' Come down and sup with Thy poor friend That is sore troubled ; to me lend A little comfort. Nay, good Lord, Be not displeased — put up Thy sword ; It shall be as Thou wilt with me. Only Thy goodness let me see ; Shine out and show in sweet advance, Thy countenance. Thy countenance." anti Sacrei Ballalis* 183 " Peace, thou poor soul^ thy Lord is nigh — Judge not My rich, I judge, even I j Pray, rather, pray for them, and weep, For trouble cometh and shall not sleep j But I have chosen the poor to make Heirs of My God, for Mine own sake ; Ay, thou hast all ! (O well is thee !) For thou hast Me, for thou hast Me." i84 l^cilg Songg, ffiarolg, PRAYER AGAINST THE GREAT SEPARATION. " O that Ishmael might live before Thee?'' WHEN T from all I love apart Am offering up my chasten'd heart ; To Thee, O Lord, I make my moan, Save not, O save not me alone. Lord God, in misery for my whole, How am I saved, if I am sole, My very self, my children dear, Without a part in Thy sweet fear. Yea, my most loved ; — yet Thou art love — Hear me, I come Thy heart to prove, With long desire and waiting faint, Opening my grief and my complaint. Where art Thou, Lord ? I cannot rest Till mine with me are wholly blest ; My need is now, my prayer is now — Where art Thou, Lord, why tarriest Thou? anl3