Or earth is all one temple-floor, which those sacred feet have trod.. But in Heaven there is a Throne, a Home, and a House of Prayer; Thyself the Temple; Thyself the Sun. Our pilgrimage endeth there! COME, BLESSED JESU. HE Galilean fishers toil All night, and nothing take; But Jesus comes, -a wondrous spoil Is lifted from the lake. Lord, when our labors are in vain, And vain the help of men, The night is dark, the surges fill But Jesus comes; and all is still, – O Lord, when storms around us howl, And all is dark and drear, In all the tempests of the soul, A frail one thrice denying Thee Saw mercy in Thine eyes; The penitent upon the tree. Was borne to Paradise. In hours of sin and deep distress O give us, Jesu, grace! The faithful few retire in fear Lord, come to us, unloose our bands, In days when Faith will scarce be found, And wolves be in the fold, When sin and sorrow will abound, And Charity wax cold, Then hear Thy Saints, who to Thee pray To bring them to their home; Hear, when the Bride and Spirit say, "Come, blessed Jesu, come! THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE. BORE with thee long weary days and nights, Through many pangs of heart, through many tears; I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights, For three and thirty years. Who else had dared for thee what I have dared? I plunged the depth most deep from bliss. above; I not My flesh, I not My spirit spared: For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth, I bore thee on My shoulders and rejoiced : Men only marked upon My shoulders borne The branding cross; and shouted hungry voiced, Or wagged their heads in scorn. Thee did nails grave upon My hands, thy name Did thorns for frontlets stamp between Mine eyes: I Holy ONE, put on thy guilt and shame, A thief upon My right hand and My left; At length in death one smote My heart, and cleft A hiding-place for thee. Nailed to the racking cross, than bed of down More dear, whereon to stretch Myself and sleep : So did I win a kingdom share My crown; A harvest come and reap. |