The Christian Year by John Keble
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They are gone forth to swell Messiah's show:
With glittering robes and garlands sweet They strew the ground beneath His feet: All but your hearts are there--O doomed to prove The arrows winged in Heaven for Faith that will not love! Meanwhile He passes through th' adoring crowd, Calm as the march of some majestic cloud, That o'er wild scenes of ocean-war Holds its still course in Heaven afar: E'en so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on, Thou keepest silent watch from Thy triumphal throne: E'en so, the world is thronging round to gaze On the dread vision of the latter days, Constrained to own Thee, but in heart Prepared to take Barabbas' part: "Hosanna" now, to-morrow "Crucify," The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry. Yet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue Thy sad eye rests upon Thy faithful few, Children and childlike souls are there, Blind Bartimeus' humble prayer, And Lazarus wakened from his four days' sleep, Enduring life again, that Passover to keep. And fast beside the olive-bordered way Stands the blessed home where Jesus deigned to stay, The peaceful home, to Zeal sincere |
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