JAIRUS’ DAUGHTER
FRESHLY the cool breath of the coming eve
Stole through the lattice, and the dying girl
Felt it upon her forehead. She had lain
Since the hot noontide in a breathless trance,
Her thin, pale fingers clasped within the hand
Of the heart-broken Ruler, and …
EVENING HYMN
τήν ήμέραν διελθών.
The day is past and over:
All thanks, Ο Lord, to Thee!
I pray Thee that offenceless
The hours of dark may be.
Ο Jesu! keep me in Thy sight
And save me through the coming night!
The joys …
THE SOUL-DIRGE
THE organ played sweet music
Whileas, on Easter-day,
All heartless from the altar
The heedless went away;
And, down the broad aisle crowding.
They seemed a funeral train,
That were burying their spirits
To the music of that strain. …
THE SLEEP
“He giveth His beloved sleep.” — Ps. cxxvii. 2.
OF all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar
Along the Psalmist’s music deep,
Now tell me if that any is,
For gift or grace, surpassing this: —
“He giveth His beloved …
THE SINGERS
God sent His Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men
And bring them back to heaven again.
The first, a youth, with soul of fire,
Held in his hand a golden lyre;
Through groves …
IN MEMORIAM
I SAW two flowers at morning:
The one was a full-blown rose;
And it lay at rest on a matron’s breast,
Like a gleam from the sunset close.
The other an opening rose-bud,
As white as the sea-washed pearl;
And …
ST. FRANCIS XAVIER
Lo! on the slope of yonder shore
Beneath that lonely shed,
A saint hath found his conflicts o’er,
And laid his dying head!
No gloom of fear hath glazed his eye,
For, though loud billows roll,
The Aurora of …
ROCK OF AGES
ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to …
PRAYER OF THE CONTRITE SINNER
HAVE mercy Thou, most gracious God,
And my remittance sign;
The more Thy mercy shall accord,
The greater glory Thine.
Thou surely hast not said in vain:
“More joy in heaven is made
For the lost sheep that’s found …
JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN
JERUSALEM the golden,
With milk and honey blest:
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, oh, I know not
What joys await us there;
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.
They stand, …