No. 68. Christ made known to his Disciples. St. Luke, xxiv. 13-31. "AND was He not, indeed, the Christ, We honoured as our Lord? Who but the Christ could speak as he, "And why, then, has He foully died, Oh! could the Christ be crucified? Alas! then, all our faith is vain, Thus were their mournful thoughts express'd, As sad they journeyed on ; When by a stranger's voice address'd, Whose looks their favour won; To him of Christ's sad death they told, And now from each prophetic store Of Christ's sad death foresaw; Mute had they listened to his speech, And now the stranger they beseech Again they hear,-they see him take The bread, and bless for them, and break; And then at once their stranger guest, Their Lord and Saviour is confest. And still, O Lord, to each thou art But as a stranger here, And make thy Scriptures clear; No. 69. Christ the Light of the World. St. John, i. 4-9. How sweet to see the dawning break, It leaves behind the morning star. And see how life comes with it still, The opening flowers fresh incense pour, But on thy church long time, O Lord, How did thy hand from Egypt save, And when again with bondage tried, And with new beauty Zion rose. And now no more they bowed them down But, now the cycle had been run, The Sun of righteousness shall rise, O Lord, to me that grace impart, No. 70. Water turned into Wine. St. John, ii. 1-11. How should it shame our faithless hearts, O Lord, That all save those to whom thou gav'st a soul, Should ever be obedient to thy Word; Whilst we, regardless, spurn at thy control. Thou dost but speak, and earth and air obey, The waves thy voice have heard, and do thy will; The tempest rages with resistless sway, Again thy voice is heard, and all is still. The sea each day its tidal current knows, Where are Gomorrah and her sister town? Whelmed with thy fire from heaven, thy curse they bear; An awful monument to ages shown, How flames thy ministers of vengeance are. |