I have Thee now, O Jesu! With Thy full flood of day; Do Thou, O Lord, shine through me Till others catch Thy glory, I have Thee now, O Jesu ! Shall drive Thee from my heart; Till down the long dark valley, The path which Thou hast trod, There dawns in cloudless splendour The vision of my God. Amen. E CATHOLICISM. "And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear My voice; and there shall be one fold, under one Shepherd.”—JOHN x. 16. HAST thou not seen the tints unfold, So down the dim-lit glades of time, Was it in vain that Buddha taught, Or that Mohammed lived and died? O Christian sage, who lov'st thy creeds! And rail not thou at those half-known, Wouldst thou have spent, like them, thy youth, Oh, dream not the Almighty's powers HYMN. "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock."-REV. iii. 20. I HEARD a voice at midnight, and it cried, "O weary heart, O soul for which I died, Why wilt thou spurn My wounded hands and side? "Is there a heart more tender, more divine, Than that sad heart which gave itself for thine? "What other touch can still thy trembling breath? What other hand can hold thee after death? What bread so sweet to him that hungereth? "Warm is thy chamber, soft and warm thy bed ; Bleak, howling winds are round the path I tread ;The Son of man can nowhere lay His head. "Wilt thou not open to Me? To and fro I wander, weary, thro' the driving snow; But colder still that thou wouldst spurn Me so. "I have a crown more bright than all that be, I have a kingdom wider than the sea; But both have I abandoned, seeking thee. Poor, weary heart, so worn and sad within! Oh, open to thy Friend, thy Stay from sin, That I, with all My love, may enter in." I heard a voice at midnight, and I cried, “O Lord, I need Thy wounded hands and side— I need Thy love,--Lord, enter and abide." |