Exterior and interior life of s. John of the Cross, ed. by W.H. Hutchings, Part 1

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William Henry Hutchings
1881
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Page 103 - And strows her lights below, And deepens on and up ! the gates Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wide — A light upon the shining sea — The Bridegroom with his bride ! SIR GALAHAD.
Page 68 - But Jeshurun waxed fat and kicked: Thou art waxen fat, Thou art grown thick, Thou art covered with fatness; Then he forsook God which made him, And lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation.
Page 18 - How is the gold become dim ! how is the most fine gold changed ! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street. The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter...
Page 160 - The promise of the morrow Is glorious on that eve, Dear as the holy sorrow When good men cease to live. When brightening ere it die away Mounts up their altar flame, Still tending with intenser ray To Heaven whence first it came. Say not it dies, that glory, 'Tis caught unquenched on high, Those saintlike brows so hoary Shall wear it in the sky.
Page 145 - Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take, Sinking deep, deeper, into the dim distance. Angels, to whom the willing task is given, Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as thou liest; And Masses on the earth, and prayers in heaven, Shall aid thee at the Throne of the Most Highest. Farewell, but not for ever! brother dear, Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow; Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here, And I will come and wake thee on the morrow.
Page 57 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Page 145 - Softly and gently, dearly-ransomed soul, In my most loving arms I now enfold thee, And, o'er the penal waters, as they roll, I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee. And carefully I dip thee in the lake, And thou, without a sob or a resistance, Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take, Sinking deep, deeper, into the dim distance.
Page 60 - Who art thou that wouldst grave thy name Thus deeply in a brother's heart ? Look on this saint, and learn to frame Thy love-charm with true Christian art.
Page 8 - And there are souls that seem to dwell Above this earth — so rich a spell Floats round their steps, where'er they move, From hopes fulfill'd and mutual love. Such, if on high their thoughts are set, Nor in the stream the source forget, If prompt to quit the bliss they know, Following the Lamb where'er He go, By purest pleasures...
Page 52 - God is a spirit, and they who worship him, must worship him in spirit and in truth.

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