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'Tis not the noiseless calm
408. CHRISTIANITY, Mystery of. That bodes a tempest nigh,
The Christian's faith had many mysteries too. Or lures the heedless mariner
The uncreated Holy Three in One; Where rocks and quicksands lie.
Divine Incarnate, Human in Divine : 'Tis not fallen nature's sleep,
The inward call; the Sanctifying Dew ; The stupor of the soul
Coming unseen, unseen departing thence; That knows not God, nor owns His hand, Anew creating all, and yet not heard;
Though wide His thunders roll. Compelling, yet not felt: mysterious these; 'Tis not the sleep of death,
Not that Jehovah to conceal them wished; Low in the darksome grave,
Not that Religion wished. The Christian Where the worm spreads its couch, and
Unlike the timorous creeds of Pagan priest, feeds,
Was frank, stood forth to view, invited all No hand put forth to save.
To prove, examine, search, investigate, It speaks a ransomed world,
And gave herself a light to see her by. A Father reconciled,
Mysterious these—because too large for eye A sinner to a saint transformed,
Of man, too long for human arm to mete. A rebel to a child.
Pollok. It tells of joys to come;
409. CHRISTIANITY, Progress of. It soothes the troubled breast; It shines, a star amid the storm,
Now with the cross, as with the staff, alone, The harbinger of rest.
Religion, like a pilgrim, westward bent,
Knocking at all doors, ever as she went. Then murmur not, nor mourn,
Yet as the sun, though forward be his flight, My people faint and few :
Listens behind him, and follows some light, Though earth to its foundation shake,
Till all depart, so went the Church her way, My peace I leave with you.
Letting, while one foot stept, the other stay John A. Latrobe.
Among the eastern nations for a time, 407. CHRISTIAN, Pro-ominence of tho.
Till both removed to the western clime.
To Egypt first she came, where they did prove Who is as the Christian great ?
Wonders of anger once, but now of love. Bought and wash'd with sacred blood,
The ten commandments there did flourish Crowns he sees beneath his feet,
more Soars aloft and walks with God.
Than ten bitter plagues had done before. Who is as the Christian wise ?
Holy Macarius, and great Anthony He has naught for all hath given;
Made Pharaoh Moses, changing the history. Bought the pearl of greatest price,
Goshen was darkness; Egypt full of lights; Nobly barter'd earth for heaven. Nilus for monsters brought forth Israelites.
Such power hath mighty Baptism to produce, Who is as the Christian bless'd ?
For things misshapen, things of highest use. He hath found the long-sought stone;
Religion thence fled into Greece, where acts He is joined to Christ, his rest
Gave her the highest place in all men's hearts. He and happiness are one.
Learning was posed, philosophy was set, Earth and heaven together meet,
Sophisters taken in a fisher's net. Gifts in him and graces join;
Plato‘and Aristotle were at a loss, Make the character complete;
And wheel'd about again to spell Christ'sAll immortal, all divine.
cross. Lo! his clothing is the sun
Prayers chased syllogisms into their den,
And Ergo was transformed into Amen. The bright Sun of righteousness;
Though Greece took horse as soon as Egypt He hath put salvation onJesus is his beauteous dress.
And Rome as both, yet Egypt faster rid, Lo! he feeds on living bread,
And spent her period and prefixed time Drinks the fountain from above, Before the other. Greece being past her Leans on Jesus' breast his head
prime, Feasts forever on His love.
Religion went to Rome, subduing those Angels here his servants are; .
Who, that they might subdue, made all their
foes. Spread for him their golden wings; To his throne of glory bear,
The warrior his dear scars no more resounds,
But seems to yield Christ hath the greater Seat him by the King of kings. Who shall gain that heavenly height ? | Wounds willingly endured to work his bliss,
Who his Saviour's face shall see? Who by an ambush lost his Paradise. I who claim it in His right,
The great heart stoops, and taketh from the Christ bath bought it all for me.
dust Charles Wesley. A sad repentance, not the spoils of lust;
Quitting his spear, lest it should pierce again 411. CHRISTIANS, Enlistment of.
We leave now behind us
The world and its crowd; Giving new names and numbers to the year.
We set now before us But the empire dwelt in Greece, to comfort
The home of our God. Who were cut short in Alexander's stem.
We take up our cross now In both of these prowess and arts did tame
To follow the Lamb, And tune men's hearts against the Gospel
We close round His banner, came:
For glory or shame. Which using, and not fearing skill in the one,
We take up the arınor Or strength in the other, did erect her throne.
Our Captain hath given, Many a rent and struggling the empire knew,
The sword and the breastplate, (As dying things are wont,) until it flew Àt length to Germany, still westward bend
The helmet of heaven. ing,
In faith thus defying And there the Church's festival attending;
The foe and the sin, That, as before empire and arts made way,
We fight our life's battle; For no less harbingers would serve than they ;
We fight and we win. So they might still, and point us out the
Horatius Bonar. place,
412. CHRISTIANS, Fearlessness of. Where first the Church should raise her down
Who the Creator love, created night cast face.
Dread not: within their tents no terrors walk. Strength levels grounds, art makes a garden
For they are holy things before the Lord, Then showers Religion, and makes all to bear. Aye u
kes all to bear. Aye unprofaned, though earth should league Spain in the empire shared with Germany,
with hell; But England in the higher victory;
wy God's altar grasping with an eager hand. Giving the Church a crown to keep her state.
Fear, the wild-visaged, pale, eye-starting
| wretch, George Herbert.
| Sure-refuged hears his hot-pursuing fiends 410. CHRISTIANS, Death of.
Yell at a distance. Soon refreshed from
heaven Meeting with Time, “Slack thing," said I, Slack thing," said 1, He calms the throb and tempest of his heart.
He calms the throb a “Thy scythe is dull; whet it, for shame."
His countenance settles. A soft, solemn bliss “No marvel, sir,” he did reply,
Swims in his eye-his swimming eye upraised : “If it at length deserve some blame. | And Faith's whole armor glitters on his But where one man would have me grind it,
limbs! Twenty for one too sharp do find it."
And thus transfigured with a deathless awe,
A solemn hush of souls, meek he beholds Perhaps some such of old did pass,
All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved Who above all things lov'd his life;
Views e'en the immitigable ministers To whom thy scythe a hatchet was,
That shower down vengeance on these latter Which now is but a pruning knife.
days. Christ's coming hath made man thy debtor,
For kindling with intenser Deity Since, by the cutting, he grows better.
From the celestial mercy-seat they come, And in His blessing thou art blest.
And at the renovating wells of love
Have filled their vials with salutary wrath, For, where thou only wert before An executioner at best,
To sickly nature more medicinal Thou art a gard'ner now; and, more,
Than what soft balm the weeping good man An usher to convey our souls
Into the lone despoiled traveller's wounds! Beyond the utmost stars and poles.
8. T. Coleridge. And this is that makes life so long,
413. CHRISTIANS, Lights. While it detains us from our God.
Stars are of mighty use: the night Ev'n pleasures here increase the wrong,
Is dark and long; And length of days lengthen the rod; The road foul; and where one goes right, Who wants the place where God doth dwell,
Six may go wrong. Partakes already half of hell.
One twinkling ray
Shot o'er some cloud, Of what strange length must that need be,
May clear much away, Which ev'n Eternity excludes !
And guide a crowd. Thus far Time heard me patiently;
Then, chafing, said, “This man deludes! God's saints are shining lights: who stays What do I here before his door?
Here long, must pass He doth not crave less time, but more.” O'er dark hills, swift streams, and steep ways George Herbert.
As smooth as glass;
No! they will tread, while here below,
The path their Master trod;
But that which comes from God.
And when the King again appears,
He'll vindicate His claim:
Thy better portion trace;
Towards heaven, thy native place:
Time shall soon this earth remove;
To seats prepared above.
Nor stay in all their course;
Both speed them to their source: 8o a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view His glorious face,
To rest in His embrace.
But these all night,
Like candles, shed
Us into bed.
Seen as we go;
We travel to.
Kept man from sin
shame, This noblest title of the sons of earth; While, save for this, thy name were scarcely
known, Except among the mouldering vestiges Of dim antiquity.
J. L. Chester.
Whose Father fills a throne;
To men they're little known.
They feel the public scorn;
And count them basely born.
Who claims them for His own;
And destined to a throne. The honors that belong to them
By men are set at nought:
Unworthy of a thought !
For mark the unerring word !
Is odious to the Lord.”
Their portion here below,
And all their claims allow.
His claims were set at nought;
Rejected be the thought!
Fly me, riches, fly me, cares,
Whilst I that coast explore;
Solicit me no more!
Strangers tarry but a night ;
They'll rise to joyful light..
Press onward to the prize;
Triumphant in the skies :
Happy entrance will be given
A Day that ends our woe!
Against the vanquished foe!
To this December morn:
And let the Child be born!
Archangels tell their mirth :
Men answer upon earth:
And mortals raise the horn,
And let the Child be born!
He comes, His throne the manger, |A star comes dancing up the orient,
That springs for joy over the strawy tent;
When gold, to make their prince a crown, Who made and governs all;
they all present. Giles Fletcher. The “House of Bread” His birthplace, The Prince of Wine and Corn;
420. CHRISTMAS, Observance of Lift up your gates, ye Princes,
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new-born year Because the Prince of Israel
The fittest time for festal cheer :
Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane
At Iol more deep the mead did drain;
High on the beach his galleys drew,
And feasted all his pirate crew;
Then in his low and pine-built hall,
Where shields and axes decked the wall,
They gorged upon the half-dressed steer ; 418. CHRISTMAS, Hymn for.
Caroused in seas of sable beer;
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
The half-gnawed rib and marrow bone,
Or listened all, in grim delight,
While scalds yelled out the joys of fight.
Then forth in frenzy would they hie,
While wildly loose their red locks fly,
And dancing round the blazing pile
They make such barbarous mirth the while,
As best might to the mind recall
The boisterous joys of Odin's hall.
And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had rolled,
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all its hospitable train.
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honor to the holy night;
On Christmas eve the bells were rung:
On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
That only night in all the year,
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
To gather in the mistletoe.
Then opened wide the baron's hall
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
Power laid his rod of rulo aside,
And Cereinony doffed his pride;
From the Latin. The heir, with roses in his shoes, 419. CHRISTMAS, Importance of
That night might village partner choose ;
The lord, underogating, share Who can forget, never to be forgot,
The vulgar game of “post and pair."
To earth, and heaven awaked all his eyes | That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of salvation down.
The huge hall table's oaken face,
The cursed oracles were stricken dumb; Bore then upon its massive board
Then was brought in the lusty brawn, To see their King, the kingly sophics By old blue-coated serving-man; : come;
Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, And then, to guide unto his master's home, 1 Crested with bays and rosemary.
Well can the green-garbed ranger tell |No human glory, might, and gold,
The manger and the swaddlings poor
Are His whom angels' songs adore.
O wake our hearts, in gladness sing!
And keep our Christmas with our King, Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie,
Till living song, from loving souls, Nor failed old Scotland to produce,
Like sound of mighty waters rolls. At such higb tide, her savory goose.
TO holy Child! Thy manger streams Then came the merry maskers in ;
| Till earth and heaven glow with its beams. And carols roared with blithesome din,
Till midnight noon's broad light has won, If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong.
And Jacob's Star outshines the sun. Who lists may in their mumming see
Thou Patriarchs' joy, Thou Prophets' song, Traces of ancient mystery ;
Thou heavenly Day-spring, looked for long, White shirts supplied the masquerade, | Thou Son of Man, Incarnate Word, And smutted cheeks the visors made; Great David's Son, great David's Lord ! But, oh! what maskers, richly dight, Can boast of bosoms half so light?
Come, Jesus, glorious, heavenly Guest, England was merry England, when
| Keep Thine own Christmas in our breast! Old Christmas brought his sports again.
Then David's harp-strings, hushed so long, 'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale! Shall swell our Jubilee of song. 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
Tr. from the Danish by Chas. P. Krauth. A Christmas gambol oft would cheer
423, CHRISTMAS, Song of. The poor man's heart through half the year.
Sir Walter Scott.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old, 421. CHRISTMAS, Offerings for.
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold : We come not with a costly store,
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men O Lord I like them of old,
From heaven's all-gracious King!" The masters of the starry lore, From Ophir's shore of gold;
The world in solemn stillness lay No weepings of the incense-tree
To hear the angels sing. Are with the gifts we bring;
Still through the cloven skics they come, No odorous myrrh of Araby
With peaceful wings unfurled ; Blends with our offering.
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world : But faith and love may bring their best,
Above its sad and lowly plains A spirit keenly tried
They bend on heavenly wing, By fierce affliction's fiery test,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long; Acceptance in Thy sight.
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong; 422. CHRISTMAS, Return of.
And men, at war with men, hear not The happy Christmas comes once more,
The love-song which they bring : The heavenly Guest is at the door:
Oh! hush the noise, ye men of strife, The blessed words the shepherds thrill,
And hear the angels sing! The joyous tidings: Peace, good-will i
And ye, beneath life's crushing load To David's city let us fly,
Whose forms are hending low; Where angels sing beneath the sky;
Who toil along the climbing way Through plain and village pressing near,
With painful steps and slow,And news from God with shepherds hear.
Look now! for glad and golden bours
Come swiftly on the wing; Oh! let us go with quiet mind,
Oh! rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold, The lowly Saviour meekly lies,
When with the ever-circling years Laid off the splendor of the skies ;
Comes round the age of gold; No crown bedecks his forehead fair,
When Peace shall over all the earth No pearl nor gem nor silk is there.
Its ancient splendors fling,