THE LOVE OF CHRIST. H! never, never canst thou know What then for thee the Saviour bore; Yes, man for man perchance may brave An emanation from above Glimmers o'er life's uncertain dream We hail that beam, and call it Love B THE LOVE OF CHRIST. But fainter than the pale star's ray And lighter than the viewless sand Beneath the wave that sweeps the strand, Is all of Love that man can know All that in angel-breasts can glowCompared, O Lord of Hosts, with ThineEternal-fathomless-divine! REV. T. DALE. VENI CREATOR. THOU who, as our knowledge grows The more Thou seem'st to clear the sky, The more dost hide Thy face :— As ever-widening search reveals As science, forging day by day Her close-link'd chain, withdraws The once-felt touches of Thy hand For dumb organic laws : VENI CREATOR. As fears of change, and fears of doubt, The wider wisdom Thou hast giv'n The truer vision scathes our sight, We cannot see Thee plain. Enlarge our hearts and purge our eyes The world's young ignorance is o'er; FRANCIS T. PALGRAVE. B ABY JESUS, who dost lie Far above that stormy sky, In Thy mother's pure caress, Stoop and save the motherless. Happy birds! whom Jesus leaves All without is mean and small, All without is harsh and shrill, |