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Thus the type of Him to come,
Restorer of lost Israel,
Jesu, born of Virgin's womb,
Father, Spirit, and Three.
They serve God day and night in His temple: they shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more. The Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them unto living fountains of waters.-Rev. vii.
As the wolf in fierceness sore
Falls on lambs o'er fold and fence,
And the cradles flow with gore
God of gods shall he withstand ?
Mourning mothers, weep no more!
Weep no more your pledges torn,
Virgin-born whom we adore,
Father, Spirit, One and Three,
On the Conversion of St. Paul.
Benjamin shall raven as a wolf : in the morning he shall devour the prey, and at night he shall divide the spoil.-GENESIS xlix.
The Shepherd smitten is, and, lo,
His flock the wolf is scattering wide;
He wounds in them a Saviour's side.
Prisons, and chains, and murderous wrath,
He breathes, where stern religion calls,
And on the ground he stricken falls.
Saul, Saul, whence art thou ? whither driven,
To persecute Christ's little band ? This is to wage a war with Heaven,
An arm almighty to withstand.
Lo, forth he spreads beseeching hands,
Prepared beneath Christ's yoke to go, And, trembling, asks for His commands,
What wouldst Thou have Thy servant do ?
The spoiler fierce is lying low,
The vanquisher lies vanquished, And he, who wore a threat'ning brow,
He is himself in triumph led.
O Lord it is Thy voice that shakes
Great Lebanon, with matchless ease It goeth forth from Thee, and breaks
The tall aspiring cedar trees.
Good Shepherd, keep us as of old,
If thou shouldst hurtful ought discern;
Again to Thee our bosoms turn.
Glory to God, both One and Three,
Who saw us laid in dead of night,
Who call'st us thence to glorious light.
The wild boar out of the wood doth root it up: and the wild beasts of the field devour it. Turn Thee again, Thou God of Hosts, look down from Heaven: behold and visit this vine.-PSALM lxxx.
Whither, Saul, this raging sense
In thy hosom burning,
All thy fury turning?