STEPHANOS. 85, 83. ART thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed? "Come to Me," saith One, "and coming, 2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, "In His feet and hands are wound-prints 3 Hath He diadem, as Monarch, That His brow adorns? "Yea, a crown in very surety, 4 If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here? "Many a sorrow, many a labor, 5 If I still hold closely to Him, "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 6 If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? "Not till earth and not till heaven 7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless? "Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, P ST. ANDREW OF CRETE. 65, 65. D. HRISTIAN, dost thou see them 3 Christian, dost thou hear them, On the holy ground, How the hosts of darkness Christian, up and smite them, Counting gain but loss; Smite them by the merit Of the holy Cross. 2 Christian, dost thou feel them, How they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, Goading into sin? Christian, never tremble; Never be down-cast; How they speak thee fair: "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian, answer boldly, "While I breathe, I pray." Peace shall follow battle, Night shall end in day. 4 Hear the words of Jesus: "O My servant true, Thou art very weary, I was weary too; But that toil shall make thee Some day all Mine own, And the end of sorrow Shall be near My throne." PENITENCE. 65, 65. D. the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me, Lest by base denial, I depart from Thee; When Thou seest me waver, With a look recall, Nor for fear or favor Suffer me to fall. 2 With forbidden pleasures 3 Should Thy mercy send me Fail Thy hand to see; 4 When my last hour cometh, Fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth To the dust again; Through that mortal strife, FALFIELD. 87, 87. D. JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my All shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition: God and heaven are still my own. 2 Man may trouble and distress me, "Twill but drive me to Thy breast; REST. L. M. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? God's own hand shall guide thee there. 39. A SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death has lost his venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,' 4 Asleep in Jesus! O, for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. |