Oh Thou, of Virgin-mother born, AT THE VESPERS. I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you, that ye may be the children of your Father which is in Heaven.-ST. MATT. V. "Miris probat sese modis." HOLY Love towards her foes In mysterious channels flows; Bow'd to soothe, or steel'd to blame, Holy Love is still the same. Pleader for himself he stood :— G God from Heav'n His martyr heard,— Heard, and bless'd his dying word: Saul, the murderer, standing by,Saul was granted to that cry. Thus he bow'd his drooping head, Jesu, Lord," his offering free,— "Take the life I owe to Thee." Death, kind angel, watching nigh, Thou that dealtst thy plenteous store In thy bridal crown display'd, Thou of Virgin-mother born, ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S DAY. AT MIDNIGHT. The Lord Himself is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot.-PSALM XVI. "Tu quem præ reliquis Christus amaverat." THOU, whom before the rest, The love of Jesus bless'd; Thou darling of the Incarnate Deity, Friend of His dying throes, Too favour'd thou of Heav'n, Oh thou, to whom 'twas given To touch with mortal hand th' immortal Lord; To hear and see him nigh, And hold high converse with th' eternal Word. How mighty was the boon, When oft to thee alone Thy Lord in love His secret soul display'd,— When on His mountain-throne To thee reveal'd He shone, Full God, full man in Deity array'd. Thou, as on Jesus' breast All peaceful thou dost rest, Drink'st of the living streams of Deity. Whilst on thy cleansed sense With silent influence More closely steals His dread Divinity. Thy raptur'd spirit fled its laggard clay. Say, when in calm repose - Thy tranced eye-lids close, To what bright dreams of Heav'n they waken, say. Oh access dread, oh bliss Of mutual love, ere this To every soul in every age unknown! When such the altar-fire, That lights thy pure desire, What countless rays it scatters from its throne! |