There with pearls the gates are dight Upon that Holy Mountain; And thither come both day and night, Have washed their robes from earthly stain, By the hand of the Unknown The building wherein God doth dwell, Glory be to God, who layed In heaven the foundation; And to the Spirit who hath made The walls of our salvation; To Christ himself the Corner Stone, Be glory! to the Three in One. THE END. ૐ. INDEX. AND dare I say, "Welcome to me And dare ye deem God's ire must cease And shrink ye still?—He nearer draws, . 205 And they who grudge the Omnipotent His praise 144 "And we too, Levites though we be € 192 179 96 And where is now the Tishbite? Where is he And wouldst thou reach, rash scholar mine, "Are the gates sure?-is every bolt made fast? 203 Are these the tracks of some unearthly Friend "Away, or ere the Lord break forth! Banished the House of sacred rest, . Beautiful flowers round Wisdom's secret well Behold your armoury !-sword, and lightning shaft, 33 . 188 5 115 207 . 209 . 198 . 183 "But Faith is cold, and wilful men are strong, 145 But louder yet the heavens shall ring, Cease, Stranger, cease those piercing notes 206 51 . 77 215 161 75 Dear sainted Friends, I call not you, Deep in his meditative bower, Did we but see, Page 59 90 32 Do not their souls, who neath the Altar wait Each morn and eve, the Golden Keys Faint not; and fret not, for threatened woe, 181 15 104 2 . 103 . 216 17 France! I will think of thee, as what thou wast, 132 Full many an eve, and many a morn, "Give any boon for peace! God of our Israel! by our favoured sires 71 85 Hail! gladdening Light, of His pure glory poured 73 : How can I keep my Christmas feast How didst thou start, Thou Holy Baptist, bid . 72 "How long endure this priestly scorn, How shall a child of God fulfil I bear upon my brow the sign I bow at Jesus' name, for 'tis the Sign I dreamed that, with a passionate complaint, I have been honoured and obeyed I sat beneath an olive's branches grey I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd If waiting by the time-crown'd halls, In childhood, when with eager eyes Is there no sound about our Altars heard 142 Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 28 Let others sing thy heathen praise, Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed, Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice Man is permitted much Many the guileless years the Patriarch spent, Mid Balak's magic fires Mortal! if e'er thy spirits faint, Moses, the patriot fierce, became 108 40 25 Mother and hast thou left thy child "No joy of mine to invite the thunder down, Now the stars are lit in heaven, ་ O aged Saint! far off I heard O comrade bold of toil and pain! O Father, list a sinner's call! O Heart of fire! misjudged by sinful man, Oh! miserable power Oh prophet, tell me not of peace, Oh! surely Scorner is his name 12 154 185 157 69 88 214 8 20 11 7 193 218 O Lord and Christ, Thy Churches of the south 129 O Lord, I hear, but can it be O Lord! when sin's close marshalled line One only way to life O piteous race O purest semblance of the Eternal Son rail not at our brethren of the North, |