Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1866-12-12
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Our Master.
pY JoHN q. WHITFIELD


A never-ebbing sea!
Our outward Lips confess the name,
All other names above;
Love only knowe.h whence il came,
And comp rehsn i.th love
Blow, winds Of God, awake ard blow
The mis,s Of earth away!
Shine out, o Light Divine, and show
How wide ard far We stray.
Huh every lip, close every book,
The strife CT tongues foIbsarj
Why forward reach or backward look
For love that clasps like airs
We may no. climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down
In vain We search the low 81 de-ps,
For him 10 depths can Crown
Nor hoy bread, nor blood Of grape,
The Iineameuts restore
OF Him We know in outward shape
And In tie flesh no mere.
He oomsth no. 8 King to reign
The worlds lor g hope is dim;
The weary centuries watch in vain G..
The clouds OF heaven FOR HIM.
Dezth comes, life goes the asking eye
And ear are answer essi
The grave is dumb, the hollow sky
Is sad with siI-ntnes=-
The letter fails. the systems fail,
And every ymbol uanes.
The spirit over breeding al,
Eternal Love remains.
And not for signs In heaven above
Or earth below, they look,
Who know with John His mile OF love,
With Peter Hls rebuke-
In Joy Of inward peace, or sense
or sorrow over sin,
He Is his own best evidence,
Els witness is Within
No fable old. nor mythic lore,
Nor Dream a bsris and seers,
No dead fact s.rAnied on the shore
OF the obiIvious years.
But warm, sweet tender, evea yet
A present help il lie;
And faith has Sill its oiivet,
Add loyeits q alice
The healing Of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain,
We touch Hin in lies throns and press,
And we are whole again.
Through Him the frxt fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood fame,
The last lo~ whispers or our dead
Are blrthened With His name.
o Lord and Master Of US ali
What-'er our name or sign.
We own Thy sway, We hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine
Thou jud ge.t Us Inv purity
Goth all our Idsts condemn;
The love that draws Us nearsr Thee
Is het with wrath to them
Our.houghts lie open to Thy sight,
And naked to Thy glance,
Our secret sins are in the light
OF Thy pure countenance-
Thy healing pains, a keen distress
Thy tender light shines in;
Thy svestness is the bitterness,
Thy grace the pang Ct sin
Yet, weak and blinded though we be,
Thu dost our service own;
We bling our varying gifts to Thee
And Thou rejectest none
To Ihse our full humanity.
Its Joys and pains, belong.
The wrong Of msm 10 man sn Thee
IBaicts q deeper wrong
Who hasss. hates Thee who loves, becomes
Therein 20 Thee allied
All sweet accoris OF hearts and homes
In Tnes are multiplied.
Deep strike thy ROOTS, o heavenly Vine,
Within oIr earthly sod,
Most human and yet ncst divine,
The flower OF man and God!
o Love . o Lifei Our faith and sight
Thy presence maketh one
As through TRANSPORTED LIQUIDS Of white
We trace The roolday sun.
So, to our mortal eyss subiued,
Flesh veiled, but not concealed,
We know in Thee the Fatherhood,
The heart Of God revealed
We faintIy hear, We dImly see,
In din .reHt phrase we pray
But, dim or clear, re own in Thee
The Light, the Truth. tbs Way.
The homage that we re nder Thee
Il still our Fathers own
Nor jealous claim nor rivalry,
Divide the Cross and Throne.
To do Thy will Is mora than praise,
As words are less than deeds,
And simple trust can find Thy ways,
We miss with charts ard creeds.
No pride Of self Thy service hath,
No place Tor me and mine ;
Our human strength is weakness, death;
Our life, apa It from Thine.
Apart from Thee all gain is l,ss.
Ali labor vainly DONE
The SOLEMN shadow of ny CIoss
Is betJ r than the sun y
Alone, o Love inefabIe
Thy saving name is given
To turn aside from Thee is hsil,
To walk with Thee is heaven.
How vain, SECURE in all Thou art,
Our noisy championship -
The signing Of the contrite heart
Is more than nareriug lip.
Not in1re the nfgots palt'Ai pies,
Nor Thine the ~ssaIot's ban
Thou veil csnst spare . love OF Thee
Which ends in hste OF man.
Our Friend, our Broteer ard our Lord,
What may Thy service be
Nor name, nor form nor ritual word,
But simply following Thee
We bring no shsstiy holocaust,
We pile no craven stone;
He serves Thee bes. who Ioveth most
His brother ami Thv own.
Thy titauies, sweet Offices
OF 1--we and gratitude;
fhv sacramento liturgies,
The joy Of doing good.
In vain shall waves OF incense drift
TIE vanIted nave around,
In vain III. minister turret lift
Its brazen weight Of sound
Tn. heart must ring Thy Christmas balls,
Thy inward affairs raise
It's faith and hope Thy cauticle,,
And its obedience, praise.
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