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Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity.

But ye have not so learned Christ, if so be that ye have heard Him, and have been taught by Him, as the truth is in Jesus: that ye put off, concerning the former conversation, the old man, which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts; and be renewed in the spirit of your mind; and that ye put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness.

From the Epistle. [Eph. 4:20-24]

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Wohl dem der sich mit Fleiss bemuhet

Anon.

trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855

Oh well for him who all things braves,

A soldier of the Lord to be,

Whom vice counts not among her slaves,

From envy, pride, and passion free;

Who wars against the world of sin

Without him, and self-will within.

Who follows Christ whate'er betide,

Is worthy of a soldier's name;

Is He thy Way, thy Light, thy Guide,

'Tis meet thou also bear His shame;

Who shrinks from dark Gethsemane,

Shall Tabor's glories never see.

What profits it that Christ hath deigned

To wear our mortal nature thus,

If we ourselves have ne'er attained

That God reveal Himself in us?

The pure and virgin soul alone

He chooseth for His earthly throne.

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What profits it that Christ is born,

And bringeth childhood back to men,

Unless our long-lost right we mourn,

And win through penitence again,

And lead a God-like life on earth,

As children of the second birth?

What profits all that Christ hath taught,

If man is slave to reason still,

And worldly wisdom, honour, thought,

Rule all his acts, and move his will?

He follows what his Lord doth teach

Who true denial of self would reach.

What profit us His deeds and life,

His meekness, love so quick to bless,

If we give place to pride and strife,

Dishonouring thus His holiness?

What profits it, if for reward,

And not in faith, we call Him Lord?

What profits us His agony,

If we endure not pain and scorn?

'Tis combat brings forth victory,

Of sorrow sweetest joys are born;

And ne'er to him Christ's crown is given,

Who hath not here with Adam striven.

What profit ye His death and cross,

Unless to self ye also die?

Ye love your life to find it loss,

Afraid the flesh to crucify.

Wouldst live to this world still? Then know,

His death to thee is barren show.

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What profit that He loosed and broke

All bonds, if ye in league remain

With earth? Who weareth Satan's yoke

Shall call Him Master but in vain.

Count ye the soul for reconciled,

Yet slave to earth, by sin defiled?

What profits it that He is risen,

If dead in sins thou yet dost lie?

If yet thou cleavest to thy prison,

What profit that He dwells on high?

His triumph will avail thee nought

If thou hast ne'er the battle fought.

Then live and suffer, do and bear,

As Christ thy pattern here hath done,

And seek His innocence to wear,

That he may count thee of His own.

Who loveth Christ cares but to win

New triumphs o'er the world of sin.

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