The Christian Year by John Keble
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The eye first finds thee out in thy secure repose?
Thus bad and good their several warnings give Of His approach, whom none may see and live: Faith's ear, with awful still delight, Counts them like minute-bells at night. Keeping the heart awake till dawn of morn, While to her funeral pile this aged world is borne. But what are Heaven's alarms to hearts that cower In wilful slumber, deepening every hour, That draw their curtains closer round, The nearer swells the trumpet's sound? Lord, ere our trembling lamps sink down and die, Touch us with chastening hand, and make us feel Thee nigh. SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT And when these things begin to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth night. St. Luke xxi. 28. Not till the freezing blast is still, Till freely leaps the sparkling rill, And gales sweep soft from summer skies, As o'er a sleeping infant's eyes A mother's kiss; ere calls like these, |
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