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FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT

And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burnt. Exodus iii. 3.

Th’ historic Muse, from age to age,

Through many a waste heart-sickening page

Hath trac’d the works of Man:

But a celestial call to-day

Stays her, like Moses, on her way,

The works of God to scan.

Far seen across the sandy wild,

Where, like a solitary child,

He thoughtless roam’d and free,

One towering4747“Seneth:” said to be a sort of Acacia. thorn was wrapt in flame —

Bright without blaze it went and came:

Who would not turn and see?

Along the mountain ledges green

The scatter’d sheep at will may glean

The Desert’s spicy stores:

The while, with undivided heart,

The shepherd talks with God apart,

And, as he talks, adores.

Ye too, who tend Christ’s wildering flock,

Well may ye gather round the rock

That once was Sion’s hill:

To watch the fire upon the mount

Still blazing, like the solar fount,

Yet unconsuming still.

Caught from that blaze by wrath Divine,

Lost branches of the once-loved vine,

Now wither’d, spent, and sere,

See Israel’s sons, like glowing brands,

Tost wildly o’er a thousand lands

For twice a thousand year.

God will not quench nor slay them quite,

But lifts them like a beacon-light

The apostate Church to scare;

Or like pale ghosts that darkling roam,

Hovering around their ancient home,

But find no refuge there.

Ye blessed Angels! if of you

There be, who love the ways to view

Of Kings and Kingdoms here;

(And sure, ’tis worth an Angel’s gaze,

To see, throughout that dreary maze,

God teaching love and fear:)

Oh say, in all the bleak expanse

Is there a spot to win your glance,

So bright, so dark as this?

A hopeless faith, a homeless race,

Yet seeking the most holy place,

And owning the true bliss!

Salted with fire they seem,4848St. Mark ix. 49. to show

How spirits lost in endless woe

May undecaying live.

Oh, sickening thought! yet hold it fast

Long as this glittering world shall last,

Or sin at heart survive.

And hark! amid the flashing fire,

Mingling with tones of fear and ire,

Soft Mercy’s undersong —

’Tis Abraham’s God who speaks so loud,

His people’s cries have pierc’d the cloud,

He sees, He sees their wrong;4949Exodus iii. 7, 8.

He is come down to break their chain;

Though nevermore on Sion’s fane

His visible ensign wave;

’Tis Sion, wheresoe’er they dwell,

Who, with His own true Israel,

Shall own Him strong to save.

He shall redeem them one by one,

Where’er the world-encircling sun

Shall see them meekly kneel:

All that He asks on Israel’s part,

Is only that the captive heart

Its woe and burthen feel.

Gentiles! with fix’d yet awful eye

Turn ye this page of mystery,

Nor slight the warning sound:

“Put off thy shoes from off thy feet —

The place where man his God shall meet,

Be sure, is holy ground.”


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