We are of those.
AWAKE, THOU THAT SLEEPEST
The night is far spent, the day is at hand:
Let us therefore cast off the works of darkness,
And let us put on the armour of light.
Night for the dead in their stiffness and starkness!
Day for the living who mount in their might
Out of their graves to the beautiful land.
Far, far away lies the beautiful land:
Mount on wide wings of exceeding desire,
Mount, look not back, mount to life and to light,
Mount by the gleam of your lamps all on fire
Up from the dead men and up from the night.
The night is far spent, the day is at hand.
WE KNOW NOT WHEN, WE KNOW NOT WHERE
We know not when, we know not where,
We know not what that world will be;
But this we know: it will be fair
To see.
With heart athirst and thirsty face
We know and know not what shall be:
Christ Jesus bring us of His grace
To see.
Christ Jesus bring us of His grace,
Beyond all prayers our hope can pray,
One day to see Him face to Face,
One day.
I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS
When sick of life and all the world —
How sick of all desire but Thee! —
I lift mine eyes up to the hills,
Eyes of my heart that see,
I see beyond all death and ills
Refreshing green for heart and eyes,
The golden streets and gateways pearled,
The trees of Paradise.
“There is a time for all things,” saith
The Word of Truth, Thyself the Word;
And many things Thou reasonest of:
A time for hope deferred,
But time is now for grief and fears;
A time for life, but now is death;
Oh, when shall be the time of love
When Thou shalt wipe our tears?
Then the new Heavens and Earth shall be
Where righteousness shall dwell indeed;
There shall be no more blight, nor need,
Nor barrier of the sea;
No sun and moon alternating,
For God shall be the Light thereof;
No sorrow more, no death, no sting,
For God Who reigns is Love.
THEN WHOSE SHALL THOSE THINGS BE?
Oh what is earth, that we should build
Our houses here, and seek concealed
Poor treasure, and add field to field,
And heap to heap, and store to store,
Still grasping more and seeking more,
While step by step Death nears the door?
HIS BANNER OVER ME WAS LOVE
In that world we weary to attain,
Love’s furled banner floats at large unfurled:
There is no more doubt and no more pain
In that world.
There are gems and gold and inlets pearled;
There the verdure fadeth not again;
There no clinging tendrils droop uncurled.
Here incessant tides stir up the main,
Stormy miry depths aloft are hurled:
There is no more sea, or storm, or stain,
In that world.
BELOVED, YIELD THY TIME TO GOD, FOR HE
Beloved, yield thy time to God, for He
Will make eternity thy recompense;
Give all thy substance for His Love, and be
Beatified past earth’s experience.
Serve Him in bonds, until He set thee free;
Serve Him in dust, until He lift thee thence;
Till death be swallowed up in victory
When the great trumpet sounds to bid thee hence.
Shall setting day win day that will not set?
Poor price wert thou to spend thyself for Christ,
Had not His wealth thy poverty sufficed:
Yet since He makes His garden of thy clod,
Water thy lily, rose, or violet,
And offer up thy sweetness unto God.
TIME SEEMS NOT SHORT
Time seems not short:
If so I call to mind
Its vast prerogative to loose or bind,
And bear and strike amort
All humankind.
Time seems not long:
If I peer out and see
Sphere within sphere, time in eternity,
And hear the alternate song
Cry endlessly.
Time greatly short,
O time so briefly long,
Yea, time sole battle-ground of right and wrong:
Art thou a time for sport
And for a song?
THE HALF MOON SHOWS A FACE OF PLAINTIVE SWEETNESS
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain: —
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time’s incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain? —
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
AS THE DOVES TO THEIR WINDOWS
They throng from the east and the west,
The north and the south, with a song;
To golden abodes of their rest
They throng.
Eternity stretches out long:
Time, brief at its worst or its best,
Will quit them of ruin and wrong.
A rainbow aloft for their crest,
A palm for their weakness made strong!
As doves breast all winds to their nest,
They throng.
OH KNELL OF A PASSING TIME
Oh knell of a passing time,
Will it never cease to chime?
Oh stir of the tedious sea,
Will it never cease to be?
Yea, when night and when day,
Moon and sun, pass away.
Surely the sun burns low,
The moon makes ready to go,
Broad ocean ripples to waste,
Time is running in haste,
Night is numbered, and day
Numbered to pass away.
TIME PASSETH AWAY WITH ITS PLEASURE AND PAIN
Time passeth away with its pleasure and pain,
Its garlands of cypress and bay,
With wealth and with want, with a balm and a bane,
Time passeth away.
Eternity cometh to stay,
Eternity stayeth to go not again;
Eternity barring the way,
Arresting all courses of planet or main,
Arresting who plan or who pray,
Arresting creation: while grand in its wane
Time passeth away.
THE EARTH SHALL TREMBLE AT THE LOOK OF HIM
Tremble, thou earth, at the Presence of the Lord
Whose Will conceived thee and brought thee to the birth,
Always, everywhere, thy Lord to be adored:
Tremble, thou earth.
Wilt thou laugh time away in music and mirth?
Time hath days of pestilence, hath days of a sword,
Hath days of hunger and thirst in desolate dearth.
Till eternity wake up the multicord
Thrilled harp of heaven, and breathe full its organ’s girth
For joy of heaven and infinite reward,
Tremble, thou earth.
TIME LENGTHENING, IN THE LENGTHENING SEEMETH LONG
Time lengthening, in the lengthening see
meth long:
But ended Time will seem a little space,
A little while from morn to evensong,
A little while that ran a rapid race;
A little while, when once Eternity
Denies proportion to the other’s pace.
Eternity to be and be and be,
Ever beginning, never ending still,
Still undiminished far as thought can see;
Farther than thought can see, by dint of will
Strung up and strained and shooting like a star
Past utmost bound of everlasting hill:
Eternity unswaddled, without bar,
Finishing sequence in its awful sum;
Eternity still rolling forth its car,
Eternity still here and still to come.
ALL FLESH IS GRASS
So brief a life, and then an endless life
Or endless death;
So brief a life, then endless peace or strife:
Whoso considereth
How man but like a flower
Or shoot of grass
Blooms an hour,
Well may sigh “Alas!”
So brief a life, and then an endless grief
Or endless joy;
So brief a life, then ruin or relief:
What solace, what annoy
Of Time needs dwelling on?
It is, it was,
It is done,
While we sigh “Alas!”
Yet saints are singing in a happy hope
Forecasting pleasure,
Bright eyes of faith enlarging all their scope;
Saints love beyond Time’s measure:
Where love is, there is bliss
That will not pass;
Where love is,
Dies away “Alas!”
HEAVEN’S CHIMES ARE SLOW, BUT SURE TO STRIKE AT LAST
Heaven’s chimes are slow, but sure to strike at last:
Earth’s sands are slow, but surely dropping thro’:
And much we have to suffer, much to do,
Before the time be past.
Chimes that keep time are neither slow nor fast:
Not many are the numbered sands nor few:
A time to suffer, and a time to do,
And then the time is past.
THERE REMAINETH THEREFORE A REST TO THE PEOPLE OF GOD
Rest remains when all is done,
Work and vigil, prayer and fast,
All fulfilled from first to last,
All the length of time gone past
And eternity begun!
Fear and hope and chastening rod
Urge us on the narrow way:
Bear we now as best we may
Heat and burden of today,
Struggling, panting up to God.
PARTING AFTER PARTING
Parting after parting,
Sore loss and gnawing pain:
Meeting grows half a sorrow
Because of parting again.
When shall the day break
That these things shall not be?
When shall new earth be ours
Without a sea,
And time that is not time
But eternity?
To meet, worth living for;
Worth dying for, to meet;
To meet, worth parting for,
Bitter forgot in sweet:
To meet, worth parting before
Never to part more.
THEY PUT THEIR TRUST IN THEE, AND WERE NOT CONFOUNDED
I.
Together once, but never more
While Time and Death run out their runs:
Tho’ sundered now as shore from shore,
Together once.
Nor rising suns, nor setting suns,
Nor life renewed which springtide bore,
Make one again Death’s sundered ones.
Eternity holds rest in store,
Holds hope of long reunions:
But holds it what they hungered for
Together once?
II.
Whatso it be, howso it be, Amen.
Blessed it is, believing, not to see.
Now God knows all that is; and we shall, then,
Whatso it be.
God’s Will is best for man whose will is free.
God’s Will is better to us, yea, than ten
Desires whereof He holds and weighs the key.
Amid her household cares He guides the wren,
He guards the shifty mouse from poverty;
He knows all wants, allots each where and when,
Whatso it be.
SHORT IS TIME, AND ONLY TIME IS BLEAK
Short is time, and only time is bleak;
Gauge the exceeding height thou hast to climb:
Long eternity is nigh to seek:
Short is time.
Time is shortening with the wintry rime:
Pray and watch and pray, girt up and meek;
Praying, watching, praying, chime by chime.
Pray by silence if thou canst not speak:
Time is shortening; pray on till the prime:
Time is shortening; soul, fulfil thy week:
Short is time.
FOR EACH
My harvest is done, its promise is ended,
Weak and watery sets the sun,
Day and night in one mist are blended,
My harvest is done.
Long while running, how short when run,
Time to eternity has descended,
Timeless eternity has begun.
Was it the narrow way that I wended?
Snares and pits was it mine to shun?
The scythe has fallen, so long suspended,
My harvest is done.
FOR ALL
Man’s harvest is past, his summer is ended,
Hope and fear are finished at last,
Day hath descended, night hath ascended,
Man’s harvest is past.
Time is fled that fleeted so fast:
All the unmended remains unmended,
The perfect, perfect: all lots are cast.
Waiting till earth and ocean be rended,
Waiting for call of the trumpet blast,
Each soul at goal of that way it wended, —
Man’s harvest is past.
NEW JERUSALEM AND ITS CITIZENS
CONTENTS
THE HOLY CITY, NEW JERUSALEM
WHEN WICKEDNESS IS BROKEN AS A TREE
JERUSALEM OF FIRE
SHE SHALL BE BROUGHT UNTO THE KING
WHO IS THIS THAT COMETH UP NOT ALONE
WHO SITS WITH THE KING IN HIS THRONE? NOT A SLAVE BUT A BRIDE
ANTIPAS
BEAUTIFUL FOR SITUATION
LORD, BY WHAT INCONCEIVABLE DIM ROAD
AS COLD WATERS TO A THIRSTY SOUL, SO IS GOOD NEWS FROM A FAR COUNTRY
CAST DOWN BUT NOT DESTROYED, CHASTENED NOT SLAIN
LIFT UP THINE EYES TO SEEK THE INVISIBLE
LOVE IS STRONG AS DEATH
LET THEM REJOICE IN THEIR BEDS
SLAIN IN THEIR HIGH PLACES: FALLEN ON REST
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT!
BEFORE THE THRONE, AND BEFORE THE LAMB
HE SHALL GO NO MORE OUT
YEA, BLESSED AND HOLY IS HE THAT HATH PART IN THE FIRST RESURRECTION!
THE JOY OF SAINTS, LIKE INCENSE TURNED TO FIRE
WHAT ARE THESE LOVELY ONES, YEA, WHAT ARE THESE?
THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY AND CHURCH OF THE FIRSTBORN
EVERY ONE THAT IS PERFECT SHALL BE AS HIS MASTER
AS DYING, AND BEHOLD WE LIVE!
SO GREAT A CLOUD OF WITNESSES
OUR MOTHERS, LOVELY WOMEN PITIFUL
SAFE WHERE I CANNOT LIE YET
IS IT WELL WITH THE CHILD?
DEAR ANGELS AND DEAR DISEMBODIED SAINTS
TO EVERY SEED HIS OWN BODY
WHAT GOOD SHALL MY LIFE DO ME?
THE HOLY CITY, NEW JERUSALEM
Jerusalem is built of gol
d,
Of crystal, pearl, and gem:
Oh fair thy lustres manifold,
Thou fair Jerusalem!
Thy citizens who walk in white
Have nought to do with day or night,
And drink the river of delight.
Jerusalem makes melody
For simple joy of heart;
An organ of full compass she,
One-tuned thro’ every part:
While not to day or night belong
Her matins and her evensong,
The one thanksgiving of her throng.
Jerusalem a garden is,
A garden of delight;
Leaf, flower, and fruit make fair her trees,
Which see not day or night:
Beside her River clear and calm
The Tree of Life grows with the Palm,
For triumph and for food and balm.
Jerusalem, where song nor gem
Nor fruit nor waters cease,
God bring us to Jerusalem,
God bring us home in peace;
The strong who stand, the weak who fall,
The first and last, the great and small,
Home one by one, home one and all.
WHEN WICKEDNESS IS BROKEN AS A TREE
When wickedness is broken as a tree
Paradise comes to light, ah holy land!
Whence death has vanished like a shifting sand,
And barrenness is banished with the sea.
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