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TO THE OCEAN .

Shall I rebuke thee, Ocean, my old love,
That once, in rage with the wild winds at strife
Thou darest menace my unit of a life,
Sending my clay below, my soul above,
Whilst roar'd thy waves, like lions when they rove
By night and bound upon their prey by stealth?
Yet didst thou ne'er restore my fainting health?—
Didst thou ne'er murmur gently like the dove?
Nay, didst thou not against my own dear shore
Full break, last link between my land and me?—
My absent friends talk in thy very roar,

Christmas Day is come; let's all prepare for mirth,
Which fills the heav'ns and earth at this amazing birth.
Through both the joyous angels in strife and hurry fly,
With glory and hosannas, "All Holy' do they cry.
In heaven the Church triumphant adores with all her choirs,
The militant on earth with humble faith admires.

But why should we rejoice? Should we not rather mourn
To see the Hope of Nations thus in a stable born?
Where are His crown and sceptre, where is His throne sublime,

Christ washed the feet of Judas!
The dark and evil passions of his soul,
His secret plot, and sordidness complete,
His hate, his purposing, Christ knew the whole,
And still in love he stooped and washed his feet.

Christ washed the feet of Judas!
Yet all his lurking sin was bare to him,
His bargain with the priest and more than this,
In Olivet beneath the moonlight dim,
Aforehand knew and felt his treacherous kiss.

Christ washed the feet of Judas!
And so ineffable his love 'twas meet,

Christ to seek the lost was sent,
Sympathy's embodiment;
Sent to seek a rebel soul,
With a balm to make it whole.

Heaven's greatest gift to man!
Then whatever else your plan,
Incomplete 'twill surely be
If you have not sympathy.

Man with pity views distress,
God's compassion makes it less;
He in man we'll ever see,
Shown in deeds of sympathy.

If you would the Saviour know,
On a tour of mercy go,
Help to bear a brother's cares,
And the Son of Man appears.

Christ the Lord is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell!
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise!

Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died, our souls to save:

Christ, my Life, my Only Treasure,
Thou alone
Mould thine own,
After thy Good pleasure.

Thou, who paidst my Price, direct me!
Thine I am,
Holy Lamb,
Save, and always save me.

Order Thou my whole Condition,
Chuse my State,
Fix my Fate
By thy wise Decision.

From all Earthly Expectation
Set me free,
Seize for Thee
All my Strength of Passion.

Into absolute Subjection
Be it brought,
Every Thought,
Every fond Affection.

Christ, my Beloved which still doth feed
Among the flowers, having delight
Among his faithful lilies,
Doth take great care for me indeed,
And I again with all my might
Will do what so his will is.

My Love in me and I in him,
Conjoined by love, will till abide
Among the faithful lilies
Till day do break, and truth do dim
All shadows dark and cause them slide,
According as his will is.

Christ maketh to man a fair present--
His blody body with love brent.
That blisful body his lif hath lent
For love of man that sinne hath blent.
O! love, love, what hast thou ment?
Me thinketh that love to wrathe is went.

Thy loveliche hondes love hath to-rent,
And thy lithe armes well streit itent.
Thy brest is baar, thy body is bent,
For wrong hath wonne and right is shent.

Thy milde boones love hath to-drawe:
The nailes, thy feet han all to-gnawe;
The Lord of love love hath now slawe--

Christ claims our help in many a strange disguise;
Now, fever-ridden, on a bed he lies;
Homeless he wanders now beneath the stars;
Now counts the number of his prison bars;
Now bends beside us, crowned with hoary hairs.
No need have we to climb the heavenly stairs,
And press our kisses on his feet and hands;
In every man that suffers, he, the Man of Sorrows, stands!

Christ claims our help in many a strange disguise;
Now, fever-ridden, on a bed he lies;
Homeless he wanders now beneath the stars;

1. The chosen three, on mountain height, While
2. And lo! with the transfigured Lord, Lead-
Jesus bowed in prayer, Beheld his vesture
er and seer they saw; With Carmel's hoary
glow with light, His face shine wondrous fair.
prophet stood The giver of the law.

3. From the low-bending cloud above,
Whence radiant brightness shone,
Spake out the Father's voice of love,
" Hear my beloved Son! "

4. Lord, lead us to the mountain height,
To prayer's transfiguring glow;
And clothe us with the Spirit's might