And there full oft on Sabbath day, Of food from Heaven to drink and eat, And come not all with eager haste Few, when that heavenly feast is spread, Oh! grant me, Lord, repentance deep, Then when thou comest thy guests to see, No. 23. The Whited Sepulchre. St. Matt. xxiii. 27, 28. How bright and pure the light that glows Whilst clear the graceful palm-tree shows, But how their honour's come to naught, Yet still the pyramids are there, And still the Nile is flowing nigh, But see where wanton spoilers force Yon richly-carved chest; And what their prize?—a blackened corse; They drag it forth without remorse A mockery and a jest. That rich sarcophagus naught contains And soon the sand of desert plains And such is man, who e'er in pride And think that prayers and alms shall hide Concealed within their breast. As painted sepulchres they are, To men perchance their life is fair, But God, who reads the heart, sees there Hypocrisy and sin. Oh! then that each his heart might see, E'en as 'tis seen of God; That we might now to Jesus flee, From hidden sins our hearts to free And cleanse us in his blood. No. 24. Christ's Second Coming. St. Matt. xxiv. 37-42. SEE'ST thou yon mountain rear its head, Four thousand years and more have fled Armenia's plains he saw below, Which scarcely yet its bounds might know And yet those plains, which then so still And solitary lay, A race ungodly late did fill,— Cain's cursed crew, who Satan's will They mocked at sin, they mocked at fear, They mocked at death and hell; They mocked when told the flood was near, And Noah's faith they met with sneer, When urged their fate to tell. But whilst the marriage feast was made, And jests went round, and minstrels played, E'en such, O Lord, thine advent too, Yet that brief moment shall translate And faithless man to endless hate, In chains 'midst darkness riven. |