SPRING AND EASTER. (Written during the prevalence of the small-pox in the East End of London.) THE room is dark, and at the door is death; Sightless, and marred beyond all knowledge, there His victims waiting lie: their labouring breath Makes the sob sound, and taints the heavy air. What comfort?-Ah, my God! who doubt Thy truth, And mock our Easter hope, should enter here, And see Thy Word in its immortal youth, Serene and strong in mastery of fear. Without, the changèd season smiles and sings, For winter's tyranny is overpast : Within, is risen with healing in His wings. The Sun, whose sky, no death-clouds overcast ; There, Springtide's promise of regenerate earth: Here, Easter sunshine of the second birth. S. J. STONE. The Knight of Intercession. (Rivingtons.) WHO Comes (my soul, no longer doubt), Mighty to redeem and save, Which lights the darkness of the grave. Saviour, Lord, the human soul, Forgotten every sorrow here, Shall thus, aspiring to its goal, Triumph in its native sphere. W. L. BOWLES. HERE, where our Lord once laid His head, Now the grave lies buried. RICHARD CRASHAW. EARLY hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay, All is solitude and gloom : Who hath taken Him away? Christ is ris'n ;-He seeks the skies, Saviour, teach us so to rise. JAMES MONTGOMERY. I TREAD the path where once we walked together; Over the slopes the village bells are ringing, A skylark's song floats downward, clear and gay; And my full heart breaks forth in joy and singing This Easter Day. My risen Lord, I feel Thy strong protection! And all the burdens I have carried sadly SARAH DOUDNEY. OH! day of days! shall hearts set free And weekdays, following in their train, JOHN KEBLE. Christian Year. I GOT me flowers to strew Thy way; And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The Sun arising in the East, Though he give light, and th' East perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume. Can there be any day but this, GEORGE HERBERT. SEE the land, her Easter keeping, Fields and gardens hail the spring; You, to whom your Maker granted Use the reason not your own. CHARLES KINGSLEY. NOT AMONG THE DEAD. "HE is not here!" O quickening words of grace, That thrilled the morning gray, When, stooping down, they viewed the empty place, O saving words, what blessèd balm ye shed FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE. THE GREAT STONE. SHUTTING Out light, massy and hard and cold, The great stone, Death, against our hearts was rolled. Lo, chill and silent, breaks the Easter day; Jesus hath risen--the stone is rolled away. FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE. LIGHT IN THE VALLEY. No more, no more, with loud and shuddering breath, We tread thy bourn, O shadowy Vale of Death; AWAKE, glad soul! Awake! awake! J. S. B. MONSELL. CHRIST is risen! the Lord is come, Christ is risen ! but not alone! H. H. MILMAN. [BUT] surely as our Saviour rose On Easter morn from Joseph's cave, Shall all those mounds at last unclose, And Christian people leave the grave. He died, He slept, He rose to be An earnest of our victory. C. F. ALEXANDER. Hymns for Little Children. (J. Masters.) O GLORIOUS Head, Thou livest now! Let us Thy members share Thy life; Canst Thou behold their need, nor bow To raise Thy children from the strife Earth knows Thee not, but evermore Thou liv'st in Paradise, in peace; Oh let me from the creatures cease: Break through my bonds whate'er it cost, What is not Thine within me slay, Give me the lot I covet most, To rise as Thou hast risen to-day. I nought can do, a slave to death I pine, Work Thou in me, and heavenward guide But fix for ever where Thou art. Thou art not far from us; who loves Thee well, While yet on earth in heaven with Thee may dwell. TERSTEEGEN. Translated by C. Winkworth. (Lyra Germanica.) [By kind permission of Messrs. Longman and Co.] LIFE, by this light's nativity, All creatures have. Death only by this day's just doom is forced to die : Nor is death forced; for, may he lie Death will, on this condition, be content to die. RICHARD CRASHAW. MATTHEW XXVIII. 6. WHENEVER by sense of ours But dearest, where all are dear, Is the voice that speaks to-day: "He is risen-He is not here: Come, see the place where He lay." PRAISE be to God on high! Give up thy prey, thou Earth; J. S. B. MONSell. "These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb."-Rev. vii. 14. THEY came through anguish and moan, And their robes in His blood made white, They are ever before God's throne, And they serve Him day and night. On them shall no heat arise, FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE. A PATHWAY opens from the tomb, Where lay but yesterday the Church's Head. What is there there to make thee fear? A folded chamber-vest, Akin to that which thou shalt wear, When for thy slumber drest; Two gentle angels sitting by How sweet a room, methinks, wherein to lie! No gloomy vault, no charnel cell, No emblems of decay, No solemn sound of passing-bell, But angel-whispers soft and clear, "Why weepest thou? Whom seekest thou?" 'Tis not the gardener's voice, But His to Whom all knees shall bow, In Whom all hearts rejoice; The voice of Him Who yesterday Within that rock was Death's resistless prey. "Why weepest thou? Whom seekest thou? The living with the dead?" Take young spring flowers and deck thy brow, The grave is now the grave no more; Take flowers and strew them all around The room where Jesus lay; But softly tread; 'tis hallowed ground, "The Lord is risen," as He said, And thou shalt rise with Him, thy risen Head. ANON. THEN wake, glad heart! awake! awake! And comfort in His word; And let thy life, through all its ways, J. S. B. MONsell. ST. MATTHEW IX. 24. O YE that mourn the first and best, His weary eyes that steepeth. FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE. THE shade and gloom of life are fled Henceforth in Christ are no more dead, The grave hath no more prey; In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep, J. S. B. MONSell. THE way He trod there is no other way- "THE servant as His Master;" tread thou on ; Suffer with Him, with Him be glorified. F. L. |