A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight Within that province far away Fall'n through a half-shut stable door O strange indifference!-low and high The world was listening-unawares. One that shall thrill the world forever! To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago. It is the calm and solemn night! A thousand bells ring out and throw Their joyous peal abroad, and smite The darkness, charmed and holy now. The night, that erst no name had worn, To it a happy name is given: For in that stable lay new-born, The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago. EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST GILES FLETCHER He is a path, if any be misled; If any be but weak, how strong is he! If Jesus Christ is a man, And only a man,—I say That of all mankind I cleave to him, If Jesus Christ is a god, And the only God, I swear I will follow Him through heaven and hell, EASTER CHORUS FROM FAUST GOETHE Translated by Bayard Taylor Christ is arisen! Joy to the Mortal One, Whom the unmerited Clinging, inherited Christ is ascended! Bliss hath invested him, Woes that molested him, Trials that tested him, Christ is arisen Out of Corruption's womb. Break from your gloom! Brotherly feeding him, Preaching and speeding him, SECOND SEEING LOUIS GOLDING If He be truly Christ The Sacrificed, When I am deaf and blind as they Who hung Him up between The two thieves mean, In Calvary upon a moaning day. If I not recognize Within His eyes The slow blood fall down pools of pain, Nor on contracted brows The thorns that house Their swords about the anguish of His brain. If I do not perceive His mother grieve Below the rood where He hangs crossed, Nor hear the sea and wind Cry; "Thou hast sinned!" Then woe is me that I am doubly lost. This is not He alone Whom I have known, This is all Christs since time began. The blood of all the dead His veins have shed, For He is God and Ghost and Everyman. REALITY FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Reality, reality. Lord Jesus Christ Thou art to me! From the spectral mist and the driving clouds, From the shifting shadows and phantom crowds From unreal words and unreal lives, Where truth with falsehood feebly strives; I turn to my glorious rest in Thee, Reality in greatest need, Lord Jesus Christ Thou art indeed! My pilot, life-boat, haven now. Reality, reality, In the brightest days art Thou to me! Reality, reality, Lord Jesus Thou hast been to me, A little while at the Golden Gate,- Till Thou Thyself shouldst bear me through; Reality, reality, Lord Jesus Christ Thou art to me; Art more than words and life and name! Reality, reality, Lord Jesus Christ is crowned in Thee, |