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He bears their buffeting and scorn,
No guile within his mouth is found,
RELIGION ! thou the soul of happiness,
But Hark! He prays,-'lis for his foes;
Truly this was the Son of God!
My theme! my inspiration! and my crown!
From Calvary a cry was heard,
A long reiterated cry:
Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony.
A horror of deep darkness fell
On thee, the Immaculate, the Just; The congregated hosts of hell
Combined to shake thy flial trust.
THE DEATH OF JESUS.
The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, l 'Tis finished : he spake the words, and
These thou could'st bear, and not repine; bowed But when JEHOVAH veiled his face, His head, and died.--Beholding him far off, Unutterable pangs were thine.
They who had ministered unto him hope
'Tis his last agony: The Temple's veil 1 Yet the Creator for his creature gave
And yet the Prince, and God himself doth
Yet man his God, and traitor doth his Prince Upon the heaving gronnd; the sun is defy..
dimmed, And darkness shrouds the body of the Lord. A tree was first the instrument of strife,
Where Eve to sin her soul did prostitute;
Though all that trunk, and this fair body LOVE OF CHRIST IN HIS
Ah cursed tree, and yet O blessed froit!
That death to him, this life to us doth give: G. FLETCHER.
Strange is the cure, when things past cure When I remember Christ onr burden bears, revive, I look for glory, but find misery;
And the Physician dies, to make his patient I look for joy, but find a sea of tears;
live. I look that we should live, and find him die; I look for angels' songs, and hear his cry: Sweet Eden was the arbour of delight,
Thus what I look, I cannot find so well; Yet in his honey fiuw'rs our poison blew; Or father, what I find I cannot tell, Sad Gethseman the bow'r of baleful night, These banks so narrow are, those streams Where Christ a bealth of poison for us so highly swell.
| Yet all our honey in that poison grew: Christ suffers, and in this his tears begin, 1 So we from sweetest flowers could sack Suffers for us, and our joy springs in this ; our bane, Suffers to death, here is his manhood seen : 1 And Christ from bitter venom could again Suffers to rise, and here his Godhead is, Extract life out of death, and pleasure out For man, that could not by himself have rise, of pain. Out of the grave doth by the Godhead rise,
A man was first-the author of var fall, And God, tbat could not die, in manhood A man is now the author of our rise; dies,
A garden was the place we perish'd all, That we in both might live by that sweet | A garden is the place he pays our price: sacrifice.
And the old serpent with a new device,
Hath found a way himself for to beguile: What better friendship than to cover shame? So he that all men tangled in his wile, What greater love, than for a friend to die? Is now by one man caught, beguild with Yet this is better to asself the blame,
his own guile. And this is greater for an enemy : Bat more than this, to die, not suddenly, The dewy night had with her frosty sbade Not with some common death, or easy Immantled all the world, and the stiff pain,
ground But slowly, and with torments to be slain : Sparkled in ice, only the Lord, that made O depth without a depth, far better seen All for himself, himself dissolved found, than say'n!
Sweat without heat, and bled without a
wound: And yet the Son is humbled for the slave, Of heav'n, and earth, and God, and man And yet the slave is proud before the Son: 1 forlore,
Thrice begging help of those, whose sins | Yet him, the meek, the merciful, the just, he bore,
Upon the cross his rebel people hung, And thrice denied of those, not to deny had | And mock'd his dying anguish.
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF
For thou didst die for me, oh Son of God! I ask'd the heavens ;-" What foe to God
' | By thee the throbbing flesh of man was had done
worn; This unexampled deed ?''_The heavens
Thy naked feet the thorns of sorrow trod, exclaim
And tempests beat thy houseless head forlorn. " Twas Man and we in horror snatch'd
Thou, that wert wont to stand tbe sun
Alone, on God's right hand, From such a spectacle of guilt and shame.”
Before the Ages were, the Eternal, eldest I ask'd the sea ;-the sea in fury boild,
born. And answer'd with his voice of storms;“'Twas Man,
Thy birthright in the world was pain and My waves in panic at bis crime recoild,
grief, Disclos'd the abyss,--and from the centre
Thy love's return ingratitude and hate; ran."
The limbs thou healedst brought thee no I ask'd the earth ;-the earth replied, agbast,
relief, “'Twas Man ;-and such strange pangs The eyes thou openedst calmly view'd thy my bosom rent,
fate : That still I groan and shudder at the past." |
Thou, that wert wont to dwell -To Man, gay smiling, thoughtless Man I
In peace, tongue cannot tell, went,
Nor heart conceive the bliss of thy celestial And ask'd him next:-He turn'd a scornful
state. eye, Shook his proud head, and deign'd me no
They dragg’d thee to the Roman's solemn reply.
Thou stoodst a meek and patient criminal, INCARNATION, MIRACLES, AND | Thy doom of death from human lips to wait; DEATH OF CHRIST.
Whose throne shall be the world
In final ruin hurl'd,
With all mankind to hear their everlasting
fate. This world of Man; the one Almighty sent His everlasting Son to wear the flesh, Thou wert alone in that fierce multitude, And glorify this mortal human shape : | When “ Crucify him!” yell'd the general And the blind eyes unclosed to see the Lord; }
shout; And the dumb tongues brake out in songs of No hand to guard thee mid those insults rude, praise;
Nor lip to bless in all that frantic rout; And the deep grave cast forth its wondering Whose lightest whisper'd word dead;
The Seraphim had heard, And trembling devils murmur'd sallen | And adamantine arms from all the heavens homage :
They bound thy temples with the twisted | Slow struggled from thy breast the parting thorn,
breath, Thy bruised feet went languid on with pain ; | And every limb was wrung with agony. The blood, from all thy flesh with scourges That head, whose veilless blaze torn,
Fill’d angels with amaze, Deepend thy robe of mockery's crimson | When at that voice sprang forth the rolling grain ;
suns on high. Whose native vesture bright Was the unapproached light,
And thou wert laid within the narrow tomb, The sandal of whose foot the rapid hurri. Thy clay-cold limbs with shrouding gravecane.
The sealed stone confirm'd thy mortal doom, They smote thy cheek with many a ruthless Lone watchmen walk'd thy desert burialpalm,
ground, With the cold spear thy shudd'ring side they Whom heaven could not contain, pierced ;
Nor th' immeasurable plain The draught of bitterest gall was all the balm Of vast Infinity inclose or circle round. They gave, t' enhance thy unslaked, burning thirst:
For us, for us, thou didst endure the pain, Thou whose words of peace
And thy meek spirit bow'd itself to shame, Did pain and anguish cease,
To wash our souls from sin's infecting stain, And the long buried dead their bonds of Tavert the Father's wrathful vengeanceslumber burst.
Thou, that couldst nothing win Low bow'd thy head convulsed, and droop'd | By saving worlds from sin, in death,
| Nor aught of glory add to thy all-glorious Thy voice sent forth a sad and wailing cry; name.
MARY AT THE SEPULCHRE.
How sweet, in the musing of faith, to repair
To the garden where Mary delighted to rove;
And paid her sad tribute of sorrow and love;
As the Lord of her soul breaks the bars of his prison,
The Lord is a captive no more_“He is risen !"
O Saviour ! as oft as our footsteps we bend
In penitent sadness to weep at thy grave,
Be ready to comfort and “ mighty to save.”
If there we may meet with the Lord of our love;
If, with her, we may drink of thy fountains above.