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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Father’s Business:</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF 'CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, <br>Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, <br>Redeemer of the sin of all this world, <br>Who by Thy death brought'st life into this world,-- <br>O Christ, hear us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This, this is Thou. No idle painter's dream <br>Of aureoled, imaginary Christ, <br>Laden with attributes that make not God; <br>But Jesus, son of Mary; lowly, wise, <br>Obedient, subject unto parents, mild, <br>Meek--as the meek that shall inherit earth, <br>Pure--as the pure in heart that shall see God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O infinitely human, yet divine! <br>Half clinging childlike to the mother found, <br>Yet half repelling--as the soft eyes say, <br>'How is it that ye sought me? Wist ye not <br>That I must be about my Father's business?' <br>As in the Temple's splendors mystical, <br>Earth's wisdom hearkening to the all-wise One, <br>Earth's closest love clasping the all-loving One, <br>He sees far off the vision of the cross, <br>The Christ-like glory and the Christ-like doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Messiah! Elder Brother, Priest and King, <br>The Son of God, and yet the woman's seed; <br>Enterer within the veil; Victor of death, <br>And made to us first fruits of them that sleep; <br>Saviour and Intercessor, Judge and Lord,-- <br>All that we know of Thee, or knowing not <br>Love only, waiting till the perfect time <br>When we shall know even as we are known-- <br>O Thou Child Jesus, Thou dost seem to say <br>By the soft silence of these heavenly eyes <br>(That rose out of the depths of nothingness <br>Upon this limner's reverent soul and hand) <br>We too should be about our father's business-- <br>O Christ, hear us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have mercy on us, Jesus Christ, our Lord! <br>The cross Thou borest still is hard to bear; <br>And awful even to humblest follower <br>The little that Thou givest each to do </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of this Thy Father's business; whether it be <br>Temptation by the devil of the flesh, <br>Or long-linked years of lingering toil obscure, <br>Uncomforted, save by the solemn rests <br>On mountain-tops of solitary prayer; <br>Oft ending in the supreme sacrifice, <br>The putting off all garments of delight, <br>And taking sorrow's kingly crown of thorn, <br>In crucifixion of all self to Thee, <br>Who offeredst up Thyself for all the world. <br>O Christ, hear us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Father's business:--unto us, as Thee, <br>The whole which this earth-life, this hand-breadth span <br>Out of our everlasting life that lies <br>Hidden with Thee in God, can ask or need. <br>Outweighing all that heap of petty woes-- <br>To us a measure huge--which angels blow <br>Out of the balance of our total lot, <br>As zephyrs blow the winged dust away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Thou who wert the Child of Nazareth, <br>Make us see only this, and only Thee, <br>Who camest but to do thy Father's will, <br>And didst delight to do it. Take Thou then <br>Our bitterness of loss,--aspirings vain, <br>And anguishes of unfulfilled desire, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our joys imperfect, our sublimed despairs, <br>Our hopes, our dreams, our wills, our loves, our all, <br>And cast them into the great crucible <br>In which the whole earth, slowly purified, <br>Runs molten, and shall run--the Will of God. <br>O Christ, hear us!<br>:;;; <br>An Autumn Psalm For 1860<br>NO shadow o'er the silver sea, <br>That as in slumber heaves, <br>No cloud on the September sky, <br>No blight on any leaves, <br>As the reaper comes rejoicing, <br>Bringing in his sheaves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long, long and late the spring delayed, <br>And summer, dank with rain, <br>Hung trembling o'er her sunless fruit, <br>And her unripened grain; <br>And, like a weary, hopeless life, <br>Sobbed herself out in pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the year laid her child to sleep, <br>Her beauty half expressed; <br>Then slowly, slowly cleared the skies, <br>And smoothed the seas to rest, <br>And raised the fields of yellowing corn <br>O'er Summer's buried breast; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till Autumn counterfeited Spring, <br>With such a flush of flowers, <br>His fiery-tinctured garlands more <br>Than mocked the April bowers, <br>And airs as sweet as airs of June <br>Brought on the twilight hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O holy twilight, tender, calm! <br>O star above the sea! <br>O golden harvest, gathered in <br>With late solemnity, <br>And thankful joy for gifts nigh lost <br>Which yet so plenteous be;-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although the rain-cloud wraps the hill, <br>And sudden swoop the leaves, <br>And the year nears his sacred end, <br>No eye weeps--no heart grieves: <br>For the reaper came rejoicing, <br>Bringing in his sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, 
Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, 
Redeemer of the sin of all this world, 
Who by Thy death brought'st life into this world,-- 
O Christ, hear us! 

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