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 seal'd eyes awhile they walk, Nor see Him at their side; Most like the faithful pair are they, Half darkling, till their Master shed 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 Till pass'd th' enquiring daylight hour, The Church in anxious musing sate, As one who for redemption still had long to wait. Then, gliding through th' unopening door, "Peace to your souls,” He said—no more— They own him, kneeling round. Eye, ear, and hand, and loving heart, Body and soul in every part, Successive made His witnesses that hour, Cease not in all the world to shew his saving power. Is there, on earth, a spirit frail, Who fears to take their word, Scarce daring, through the twilight pale, To think he sees the Lord ? With eyes too tremblingly awake To bear with dimness for His sake? Read and confess the hand divine That drew thy likeness here so true in every line. For all thy rankling doubts so sore, Love thou thy Saviour still, Him for thy Lord and God adore, And ever do His will. Though vexing thoughts may seem to last, Let not thy soul be quite o'ercast ; say Soon will He shew thee all His wounds, and "Long have I known thy name-know thou my face 66 alway." THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. Acts ix. 4, 5. THE midday sun, with fiercest glare, The palm-tree's shade unwavering lies, The leader of that martial crew Seems bent some mighty deed to do, In Exodus xxxiii. 17. God says to Moses, "I know thee by name;" meaning," I bear especial favour towards thee." Thus our Saviour speaks to St. Thomas by name in the place here referred to. So steadily he speeds, With lips firm clos'd and fixed eye, What sudden blaze is round him pour'd, One moment-and to earth he falls: For to the rest both words and form Sees deep within that dazzling field With keen yet pitying glance : And hears the meek upbraiding call As gently on his spirit fall As if th' Almighty Son Were prisoner yet in this dark earth, Nor his great power begun. "Ah wherefore persecut'st thou me ?" He heard and saw, and sought to free His strain'd eye from the sight: But Heaven's high magic bound it there, "Who art thou, Lord ?" he falters forth :- "When did we see thee suffering nigh', "And pass'd thee with unheeding eye? "Great God of judgment, say Ah! little dream our listless eyes To power or fame we rudely press.— Christ suffers in our strife. י! And though heaven gate long since have clos'd, And our dear Lord in bliss repos'd f St. Matthew xxv. 44. |