SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I desire that ye faint not at my tribulations for you, which is your glory. Ephesians iii. 13. WISH not, dear friends, my pain away- The dearest offering He can crave The only Son of His dear love? But we, like vex'd unquiet sprights, Nor sweetly take a sinner's doom. In Life's long sickness evermore Our thoughts are tossing to and fro: We change our posture o'er and o'er, But cannot rest, nor cheat our woe. Were it not better to lie still, Let Him strike home and bless the rod, Never so safe as when our will Yields undiscern'd by all but God? Thy precious things, whate'er they be That haunt and vex thee, heart and brain, Look to the Cross, and thou shalt see How thou may'st turn them all to gain. Lovest thou praise? the Cross is shame : We of that altar would partake, But cannot quit the cost-no throne Is ours, to leave for Thy dear sake— We cannot do as Thou hast done. We cannot part with Heaven for Thee- So wanderers ever fond and true Look homeward through the evening sky, Without a streak of heaven's soft blue To aid Affection's dreaming eye. The wanderer seeks his native bower, And we will look and long for Thee, And thank thee for each trying hour, Wishing, not struggling, to be free. SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Every man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in his heart, and putteth the stumbling-block of his iniquity before his face, and cometh to the Prophet, I the Lord will answer him according to the multitude of his idols. Ezekiel xiv. 4. STATELY thy walls, and holy are the prayers, Before the mercy-seat. O Mother dear, Wilt thou forgive thy son one boding sigh? Forgive, if round thy towers he walk in fear, And tell thy jewels o'er with jealous eye? Mindful of that sad vision, which in thought " From Chebar's plains the captive prophet brought To see lost Sion's shame. 'Twas morning prime, The dazzling lines of her majestic roof Cross'd with as free a span the vault of Heaven, As when twelve tribes knelt silently aloof, Ere GOD his answer to their king had given", Ere yet upon the new-built altar fell The glory of the LORD, the Lord of Israel. All seems the same: but enter in and see What idol shapes are on the wall pourtray'd°: And watch their shameless and unholy glee, Who worship there in Aaron's robes array'd: Hear Judah's maids the dirge to Thammuz pour", And mark her chiefs yon orient sun adore. m Ezekiel viii, 3. n 1 Kings viii. 5. 9 Ezekiel viii. 16. • Ezekiel viii. 10. |