The God who hallow'd thee and blest, Hath He not all thy wrongs redrest, Why mourn'st thou still as one bereft, Thou mourn'st because Sin lingers still Because, as Love and Prayer grow cold, And worldlings blot the temple's gold Hence all thy groans and travail pains, "Hence, till thy God return, In wisdom's ear thy blithest strains, Oh Nature, seem to mourn. And Simon answering said unto Him, Master, we have toiled all the night, and have taken nothing; nevertheless, at thy word I will let down the net: and when they had this done, they enclosed a great multitude of fishes, and their net brake. St. Luke v. 5. [Gospel for the Day.] [Grant, O Lord, we beseech thee, that the course of this world may be so peaceably ordered by thy governance, that thy church may joyfully serve thee in all godly quietness, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.] "THE live-long night we've toiled in vain, I will let down the net again: Do thou thy will, O Lord!" So spake the weary fisher, spent So day by day and week by week,. For not upon a tranquil lake Our pleasant task we ply, Where all along our glistening wake The softest moonbeams lie; Where rippling wave and dashing oar Or whispering palm-leaves from the shore Sweet thoughts of peace, ye may not last: For wildest storms our ocean sweep:- Full many a dreary anxious hour At morn we look, and nought is there; There is a stay-and we are strong; To cheer our solitary song, And guide us to the strand, In his own time: but yet awhile By blameless guile or gentle force, (The lode-star of our Christian course) Should e'er thy wonder-working grace Let not our sinful fancy trace Aught human in the charm: To our own nets* ne'er bow we down, The angels, while our draught they own,t Or, if for our unworthiness Toil, prayer, and watching fail, * Habakkuk i, 16. They sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense unto their drag. t St. Matthew xiii. 49. SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. THE PSALMIST REPENTING. David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord: and Nathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin; thou shalt not die. 2 Samuel xii. 13. [First Morning Lesson, Church of England.] [O God, who hast prepared for those who love thee, such good things as pass man's understanding; pour into our hearts such love towards thee, that we, loving thee above all things, may obtain thy promises, which exceed all that we can desire, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.] WHEN bitter thoughts, of conscience born, When from our restless couch we start, * These are thy wonders, hourly wrought,* [How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean' Are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring; The late past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart To see their mother-root, when they have flown; |