St. John v. 16, 17
YE know not what ye ask:
Should He but once your rude words hear,
And cease from His eternal task,
The heavens would start asunder, sphere from sphere.
Such Sabbath as ye bid Him keep
Were to the world and you, a deathful endless sleep.
Ye know not whom ye seek
With murderous aim, the Lord of Life.
So is it yet; when foes would wreak
On His immortal Church their haughty strife,
What do theYelse but seal and stay
The fount of their own grace, Life's open, only way?
Should He but once your rude words hear,
And cease from His eternal task,
The heavens would start asunder, sphere from sphere.
Such Sabbath as ye bid Him keep
Were to the world and you, a deathful endless sleep.
Ye know not whom ye seek
With murderous aim, the Lord of Life.
So is it yet; when foes would wreak
On His immortal Church their haughty strife,
What do theYelse but seal and stay
The fount of their own grace, Life's open, only way?
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