The Christian year; thoughts in verse - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1837 edition. Excerpt: ... th' eternal Son "His blessed home in heaven hath left "To make thee all his own?" Thou mourn'st because Sin lingers still In Christ's new heaven and earth; Because our rebel works and will Stain our immortal birth: Because, as Love and Prayer grow cold, The Saviour hides his face, And worldlings blot the temple's gold With uses vile and base. Hence all thy groans and travail pains, Hence, till thy God return, In Wisdom's ear thy blithest strains, Oh! Nature, seem to mourn. FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. And Simon answering said unto Him, Master, we have toiled all the night, and have taken nothing: nevertheless at thy word I will let down the net. And when they had this done, they inclosed a great multitude of fishes: and their net brake. St. Luke v. 5, ft. "THE livelong night we've toiled in vain, "But at thy gracious word "I will let down the net again:--"Do Thou thy will, O Lord!" So spake the weary fisher, spent With bootless darkling toil, Yet on his Master's bidding bent For love and not for spoil. So day by day and week by week, In sad and weary thought, They muse, whom God hath set to seek The souls his Christ hath bought. For not upon a tranquil lake Our pleasant task we ply, Where all along our glistening wake The softest moonbeams lie; Where rippling wave and dashing oar Our midnight chant attend, Or whispering palm-leaves from the shore With midnight silence blend. Sweet thoughts of peace, ye may not last: Too soon some ruder sound Calls us from where ye soar so fast Back to our earthly round. For wildest storms our ocean sweep:--No anchor but the Cross Might hold: and oft the thankless deep Turns all our toil to loss. Full many a dreary anxious hour We watch our nets alone In drenching spray, and driving shower, And hear the...