Advent of Christ. I. REGINALD HEBER. THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, And, withering, from the vault of night KEBLE. Awake-again the Gospel-trump is blown- Are gathering round the Judge's path, Strange words fulfill'd, and mighty works achiev'd, Awake! why linger in the gorgeous town, Alas! no need to rouse them: long ago They are gone forth to swell Messiah's show: 10 Advent of Christ. The Lord will come! but not the same A silent lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come! a dreadful form, An equal judge of human kind. With glittering robes and garlands sweet All but your hearts are there-O doom'd to prove Meanwhile He passes through the adoring crowd, That o'er wild scenes of ocean-war Holds its still course in heaven afar : Even so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on, Even so, the world is thronging round to gaze On the dread vision of the latter days, Constrain'd to own Thee, but in heart The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry. Yet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue Children and childlike souls are there, Advent of Christ. Can this be he who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway; Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain ! And Lazarus waken'd from his four days' sleep, And fast beside the olive-border'd way Where Martha lov'd to wait with reverence meet, Still through decaying ages as they glide, 11 Prayer for Universal Love. II. ELIZABETH M. CHANDLER. OH Father, when the softened heart Then teach us that our love, like thine, To bathe and heal the heart of wo. Then shall the bondman hear no more The tyrant's, in the christian's name, Nor tears of wasting anguish pour, Unpitied o'er his life of shame. But taught to love thee, by the love That bids his long-worn fetters break, He too shall lift his soul above, And serve thee for thy mercy's sake. Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime and land, A multitude unknown. Life's poor distinctions vanish here; Toil, trial, suffering still await Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, Cry the redeemed above, Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love. Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting! |