Thou who op'st the heavenly door Virgin-born, Three in One whom we adore, Praise to Thee for evermore. ON THE NATIVITY. AT THE FIRST VESPERS. Yet a little while, and He that shall come will come, and will not tarry.-HEB. X. "Missum Redemptorem polo." LET all the earth her King adore Sent forth from the eternal shore To visit us forlorn, He comes, the Virgin-born. To save from death those He hath made, God, who did all create, Puts on a slave's estate; Born ere the pillar'd world was laid, He comes a mortal child, To earth and time exil'd. Our God on a straw pallet lies, To Him the food of Heaven: He asks returns for such vast love, Then be all praise to Him above, AT MIDNIGHT. I will not rest until the righteousness thereof go forth as brightness, and the salvation thereof as a lamp that burneth.— ISAIAH lxii. "Jam desinant suspiria." AWAY with sorrow's sigh, Our prayers are heard on high, And through Heav'n's crystal door, On this our earthly floor Comes meek-eyed Peace to walk with poor mortality. In dead of night profound There breaks a seraph sound The Lord of glory born Within a holy grot on this our sullen ground. Now with that shepherd crowd, If it might be allow'd, We fain would enter there With awful hastening fear, And kiss that cradle chaste in reverend worship bow'd. O sight of strange surprise, A manger coldly strew'd, And swaddling bands so rude, A leaning mother poor, and child that helpless lies. Art Thou, O wondrous sight, Of lights the very Light, Who holdest in Thy hand The sky and sea and land, Who than the glorious Heavens art more exceeding bright? "Tis so ;-faith darts before, And through the cloud drawn o'er, Where Angels prostrate fall, Adoring tremble still, and trembling, still adore. No thunders round Thee break, Yet doth Thy silence speak From that Thy Teacher's seat To us around Thy feet, To shun what flesh desires, what flesh abhors to seek. Within us, Babe Divine, Be born, and make us Thine; Thy love and power to heal, Be born, and make our hearts Thy cradle and Thy shrine. |