But where Thou dwellest, Lord, How should I part with Thee? Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace The single heart to be thy sure abiding-place. Thee, on the bosom laid In quiet ever, and in shade, Shepherd and sage may find; They, who have bow'd untaught to Nature's sway, And they, who follow Truth along her star-pav'd way. The pastoral spirits first Approach Thee, Babe divine, For they in lowly thoughts are nurs❜d, Meet for thy lowly shrine: Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell, Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to thy cell. Still, as the day comes round For Thee to be reveal'd, By wakeful shepherds Thou art found, Abiding in the field. All through the wintry heaven and chill night air, In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer. O faint not ye for fear What though your wandering sheep, Lie lost in wilful sleep? High Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy. Think on th' eternal home, The Saviour left for you; Think on the Lord most holy, come So shall ye tread untir'd his pastoral ways, And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise. ST. STEPHEN'S DAY. Ile, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up stedfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God. Acts vii. 55, AS rays around the source of light So on the King of Martyrs wait And all earth owns, of good and great, Is gather'd in that choir. "A3 Wheatly on the Common Prayer, c. v. sect. iv. 2. there are three kinds of martyrdom, the first both in will and deed, which is the highest; the second in will but not in deed; the third in deed but not in will; so the Church commemorates these martyrs in the same order: St. Stephen first, who suffered death both in will and deed; St. John the Evangelist next, who suffered martyrdom in will but not in deed; the holy Innocents last, who suffered in deed, but not in will." c 2 One presses on, and welcomes death : And some, the darlings of their Lord, Foremost and nearest to his throne, Which, like a fading lamp flash'd high, Well might you guess what vision bright Was present to his raptur'd sight, Even as reflected streams of light Their solar source betray The glory which our GoD surrounds, The Son of Man, th' atoning wounds He sees them all; and earth's dull bounds He sees them all-no other view Man's sullen heart and gross "Jesu, do Thou my soul receive: He, though he seem on earth to move, Must draw his purer breath; Till men behold his angel face The lines of Jesus' death. m And all that sat in the council, looking stedfastly on him, saw his face as it had been the face of an angel. Acts vi. 15. |