194 HIS OWN RECEIVED HIM NOT. But night is herald of the day, And hate's dark triumph but makes way When life shall live, and death shall die. Horatius Bonar. Mary at the Erass. Now there stood by the cross of Jesus, his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene.-ST. JOHN xix. 25. By his gibbet, she who bore him Piteously the blood-drops stole. Grief and woe her bosom harrow; Now indeed "hath pierced her soul." See how sorrowful and lonely Man's redemption the achievement, Is there one, whose heart so leaden, At that scene of wondrous woe- What our Lord must undergo? 196 MARY AT THE CROSS. Such the price of man's transgression, Of her wounded, dying Son! Till the deed of blood is done. Blessed Mary! let me share in Thy affliction; let me bear in Thy o'erpowering grief some part: For thy Son possess my heart. Holy mother! grant this favor: On the torments that he bore; Let me sorrow with thee truly; Of his cross, and while I live, Stand in spirit by his gibbet, Virgin mother! purest maiden! MARY AT THE CROSS. Mine a true compunction needs; Be the death of Christ aye present To my thoughts, and urge incessant On to penitential deeds. Let the cross guard and protect me, "Stabat Mater." 197 The Passion. And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the carth until the ninth hour.-ST. LUKE Xxiii. 44. CITY of God! Jerusalem, Why rushes out thy living stream?— And thousands, tens of thousands, still Still onward rolls the living tide, There rush the bridegroom and the bride; Prince, beggar, soldier, Pharisee, The old, the young, the bond, the free; The nation's furious multitude, All maddening with the cry of blood. "Tis glorious morn ;-from height to height Shoot the keen arrows of the light; |