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TRINITY SUNDAY
If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe if I tell you of heavenly things? St. John iii. 12.
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide, Now on Thy mercy’s ocean wide Far out of sight we seem to glide. |
Help us, each hour, with steadier eye To search the deepening mystery, The wonders of Thy sea and sky. |
The blessed Angels look and long To praise Thee with a worthier song, And yet our silence does Thee wrong. — |
Along the Church’s central space The sacred weeks, with unfelt pace, Hath borne us on from grace to grace. |
As travellers on some woodland height, When wintry suns are gleaming bright, Lose in arch’d glades their tangled sight; — |
By glimpses such as dreamers love Through her grey veil the leafless grove Shows where the distant shadows rove; — |
Such trembling joy the soul o’er-awes As nearer to Thy shrine she draws: — And now before the choir we pause. |
The door is clos’d — but soft and deep Around the awful arches sweep, Such airs as soothe a hermit’s sleep. |
From each carv’d nook and fretted bend Cornice and gallery seem to send Tones that with seraphs hymns might blend. |
Three solemn parts together twine In harmony’s mysterious line; Three solemn aisles approach the shrine: |
Yet all are One — together all, In thoughts that awe but not appal, Teach the adoring heart to fall. |
Within these walls each fluttering guest Is gently lur’d to one safe nest — Without, ’tis moaning and unrest. |
The busy world a thousand ways Is hurrying by, nor ever stays To catch a note of Thy dear praise. |
Why tarries not her chariot wheel, That o’er her with no vain appeal One gust of heavenly song might steal? |
Alas! for her Thy opening flowers Unheeded breathe to summer showers, Unheard the music of Thy bowers. |
What echoes from the sacred dome The selfish spirit may o’ercome That will not hear of love or home! |
The heart that scorn’d a father’s care, How can it rise in filial prayer? How an all-seeing Guardian bear? |
Or how shall envious brethren own A Brother on the eternal throne, Their Father’s joy, their hops alone? |
How shall Thy Spirit’s gracious wile The sullen brow of gloom beguile, That frowns on sweet Affection’s smile? |
Eternal One, Almighty Trine! (Since Thou art ours, and we are Thine,) By all Thy love did once resign, |
By all the grace Thy heavens still hide, We pray Thee, keep us at Thy side, Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide! |
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