ST. MATTHIAS' DAY. ·

Wherefore of these men which have companied with us all the time that the Lord Jesus went in and out amongst us, beginning from the baptism of John, unto that same day that He was taken up from us, must one be ordained to be a witness with us of his resurrection. Acts i. 21, 29.

WHO is God's chosen priest?

He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,
Who trac'd His holy steps, nor ever ceas'd,
From Jordan banks to Bethphage height:

Who hath learn'd lowliness

From his Lord's cradle, patience from His cross; and hearts consent to bless;

Whom poor men's eyes

To whom, for Christ, the world is loss;

Who both in agony

Hath seen Him and in glory: and in both
Own'd Him divine, and yielded, nothing loth,

Body and soul, to live and die,

In witness of his Lord,

In humble following of his Saviour dear :
This is the man to wield th' unearthly sword,
Warring unharm'd with sin and fear.

But who can e'er suffice—

What mortal--for this more than angel's task, Winning or losing souls, Thy life-blood's price? The gift were too divine to ask,

But Thou hast made it sure

By Thy dear promise to Thy Church and Bride, That Thou, on earth, would'st aye with her endure, Till earth to heaven be purified.

Thou art her only spouse,

Whose arm supports her, on whose faithful breast
Her persecuted head she meekly bows,
Sure pledge of her eternal rest.

Thou, her unerring guide,

Stayest her fainting steps along the wild:
Thy mark is on the bowers of lust and pride,
That she may pass them undefil'd.

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Who then, uncall'd by Thee,

Dare touch thy spouse, thy very self below?
Or who dare count him summon'd worthily,
Except thine hand and seal he show?

Where can thy seal be found,

But on the chosen seed, from age to age
By thine anointed heralds duly crown'd,

As kings and priests thy war to wage?

Then fearless walk we forth,

Yet full of trembling, Messengers of God:
Our warrant sure, but doubting of our worth,
By our own shame alike and glory aw'd.

Dread Searcher of the hearts,

Thou who didst seal by thy descending Dove
Thy servant's choice, O help us in our parts,

Else helpless found, to learn and teach thy love.

THE ANNUNCIATION OF THE

BLESSED VIRGIN MARY.

And the Angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thon that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. St. Luke i. 28.

OH! Thou who deign'st to sympathize
With all our frail and fleshly ties,
Maker yet Brother dear,
Forgive the too presumptuous thought,
If, calming wayward grief, I sought
To gaze on Thee too near.

Yet sure 'twas not presumption, Lord,
'Twas thine own comfortable word
That made the lesson known :
Of all the dearest bonds we prove,

Thou countest sons' and mothers' love
Most sacred, most thine own.

When wandering here a little span,
Thou took'st on Thee to rescue man,
Thou hadst no earthly sire :

That wedded love we prize so dear,
As if our heaven and home were here,
It lit in Thee no fire.

On no sweet sister's faithful breast

Would'st thou thine aching forehead rest, On no kind brother lean:

But who, O perfect filial heart,

E'er did like Thee a true son's part,

Endearing, firm, serene?

Thou wept'st, meek maiden, mother mild,
Thou wept'st upon thy sinless Child,
Thy very heart was riven :

And yet, what mourning matron here
Would deem thy sorrows bought too dear
By all on this side Heaven?

A Son that never did amiss,

That never sham'd his mother's kiss,

Nor cross'd her fondest prayer :