O specious sin, and Satan's subtle snare
O sweetly tim'd, as e'er was gentle hand

Peace-loving man, of humble heart and true!
Poor wanderers, ye are sore distrest
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control

"Sad privilege is mine, to shew

Say hast thou tracked a traveller's round
Say, who is he, in deserts seen :

Secure in his prophetic strength,

Seek we some realm where virgin souls may pray 143
Silence, unworthy! how should tones like thine
Son of Sorrow, doom'd by fate

Sons of our Mother! such the indignant strain
"Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill.

The ark of God has hidden strength
The ark of God is in the field

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The better portion didst thou choose, Great Heart
"The Fathers are in dust, yet live to God;" 37
The fire of heaven breaks forth,

The flood is round thee, but thy towers as yet.
The Holy Jerusalem

The lions prowl around, thy grave to guard
"The Lord hath set me o'er the kings of earth,
"The thing that hath been, it shall be,"
The time has been, it seem'd a precept plain
The world has cycles in its course, when all

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There is not on the earth a soul so base
There is one only Bond in the wide earth
They are at rest: .

They do but grope in learning's pedant round,
They say, "The man is false, and falls away;"
Thou chosen Judge of Israel's race,

Thou to wax fierce.

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Thrice blest are they who feel their loneliness;
Thus evermore the Saints' avenging God .
Thy words are good, and freely given,
Time was, I shrank from what was right,
Time was, though truth eterne I felt my creed,
'Tis sad to watch Time's desolating hand .
Truth through the Sacred Volume hidden lies,
Truth! what is Truth! Shall Israel's king or state
'Twas on the day when England's Church of yore 164
Two brothers freely cast their lot, .
Two sinners have been grace endued
Tyre of the farther West! be thou too warn'd. 174
Tyre of the West, and glorying in the name

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Unwearied God, before whose face

Voice of the wise of old!

Wake, Mother dear, the foes are near,
We are not children of a guilty sire,

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Weep, Mother mine, and veil thine eyes with

shame!

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Weep not for me ;-

What time my heart unfolded its fresh leaves
When first earth's rulers welcomed home .
When first God stirred me, and the Church's word
When Heaven sends sorrow

When I look back upon my former race,

When I sink down in gloom or fear,

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When shall our northern Church her champion

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Whence is this awe, by stillness spread
Whene'er across this sinful flesh of mine
Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command,
Whene'er I seek the Holy Altar's rail,
Where'er I roam in this fair English land
While Moses on the Mountain lay,

Wherefore shrink, and say,

"'Tis vain ;

Why is our glorious Angel seen to mourn,

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Why loiterest within Simon's walls,

Why sittest thou on that sea-girt rock

"Woe's me!" the peaceful prophet cried,

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