O Prince of Peace, Thou knowest well
This weary world below;

Thou seest how men climb the way
With painful steps and slow.
Oh! still the jarring sounds of earth
That round the pathway ring,
And bid the toilers rest awhile

To hear the angels sing!

-Sears.

pacis O Princeps! bene Tu doloris
semitam nosti, relevasque fessos,

Tu vides ut vix homines ad astra

scandere possint.

pelle clamores, strepitumque mundi,

et laborantes requie levato, ut

lene paulisper melos angelorum

Bethlehem.

audiat orbis.

XIX.

'Until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom."

HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face ;

Here faith can touch and handle things unseen; Here would I grasp with firmer hand Thy grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Here would I feed upon the bread of God;

Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load;

Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;

Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood : Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace—

Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, my God.

Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;

The feast, though not the love, is past and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here

Nearer than ever-still my Shield and Sun.

XIX.

Usque in diem illum cum illud bibam vobiscum novum in regno Patris mei.'

HIC praesens Dominum praesentem cernere possum,

fas invisa etiam tangere sacra manu; hic liceatque crucem dextra prensare tenaci, fessaque caelesti ponere membra toro.

hic nutrire animam detur mihi pane sacrato,
et tecum ad mensam regia vina bibam;
hic grave mentis onus tandem deponere vellem,
ut recubem veniae conscius usque novae.

Tu mihi solus opem praebes, nec brachia quaero
quae me sustineant, sufficis Ipse, Deus!
incertosque gradus divino robore firmans,
dona mihi cumulas uberiora, Deus.

culpa mihi restat, sed Tu iustissime, regnas, sanguine detergens quod mihi crimen inest, pax mea, velamen candens, spes sola salutis, morte Tua manant, sacriferaque cruce;

symbola vanescunt, mensamque relinquimus aegre, praetereunt epulae, spirat amoris odor,

iam cibus et vinum cedunt, Tu, Christe, moraris, Tu, propius comitans, sol, clypeusque, mihi;

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,

Yet passing, points to the glad feast above; Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal-feast of bliss and love. -Bonar.