The Christian Year eBook

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Such proof as they are sure to find
   Who spend with Him their happy days,
Clean hands, and a self-ruling mind
   Ever in tune for love and praise.

Then, potent with the spell of Heaven,
   Go, and thine erring brother gain,
Entice him home to be forgiven,
   Till he, too, see his Saviour plain.

Or, if before thee in the race,
   Urge him with thine advancing tread,
Till, like twin stars, with even pace,
   Each lucid course be duly aped.

No fading frail memorial give
   To soothe his soul when thou art gone,
But wreaths of hope for aye to live,
   And thoughts of good together done.

That so, before the judgment-seat,
   Though changed and glorified each face,
Not unremembered ye may meet
   For endless ages to embrace.


Thomas, because thou hast seen Me, thou hast believed; blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.  St. John xx. 29.

   We were not by when Jesus came,
      But round us, far and near,
   We see His trophies, and His name
      In choral echoes hear. 
   In a fair ground our lot is cast,
   As in the solemn week that past,
   While some might doubt, but all adored,
Ere the whole widowed Church had seen her risen Lord.

   Slowly, as then, His bounteous hand
      The golden chain unwinds,
   Drawing to Heaven with gentlest band
      Wise hearts and loving minds. 
   Love sought Him first—­at dawn of morn
   From her sad couch she sprang forlorn,
   She sought to weep with Thee alone,
And saw Thine open grave, and knew that thou wert gone.

   Reason and Faith at once set out
      To search the saviour’s tomb;
   Faith faster runs, but waits without,
      As fearing to presume,
   Till Reason enter in, and trace
   Christ’s relics round the holy place —
   “Here lay His limbs, and here His sacred head,
And who was by, to make His new-forsaken bed?”

   Both wonder, one believes—­but while
      They muse on all at home,
   No thought can tender Love beguile
      From Jesus’ grave to roam. 
   Weeping she stays till He appear —
   Her witness first the Church must hear —
   All joy to souls that can rejoice
With her at earliest call of His dear gracious voice.

   Joy too to those, who love to talk
      In secret how He died,
   Though with sealed eyes awhile they walk,
      Nor see him at their side: 
   Most like the faithful pair are they,
   Who once to Emmaus took their way,
   Half darkling, till their Master shied
His glory on their souls, made known in breaking bread.

   Thus, ever brighter and more bright,
      On those He came to save
   The Lord of new-created light
      Dawned gradual from the grave;
   Till passed th’ enquiring day-light hour,
   And with closed door in silent bower
   The Church in anxious musing sate,
As one who for redemption still had long to wait.

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