Severe thy truth, yet glorious is thy scheme; Complete the vengeance of thy just desire: See from our eyes the gushing torrents stream, Yet strike us, blast us with celestial fire; Our doom, and thy decrees, alike conspire. Yet, dying, we will love thee and adore : Where shall the flaming flashes of thy ire Transpierce our bodies? every nerve and pore With Christ's immaculate blood is cover'd o'er and o'er.' When we praise God, we may speak much, and yet come short: wherefore in sum, He is all! When you glorify him, exalt him as much as you can: for even yet he will far exceed. And when you exalt him, put forth all your strength, and be not weary for you can never go far enough." Ecclus. xliii. 27-30. END OF VOL. XXIX. |