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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fifth Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The livelong night we've toiled in vain,<br> But at Thy gracious word<br>I will let down the net again:-<br> Do Thou Thy will, O Lord!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So spake the weary fisher, spent<br> With bootless darkling toil,<br>Yet on his Master's bidding bent<br> For love and not for spoil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So day by day and week by week,<br> In sad and weary thought,<br>They muse, whom God hath set to seek<br> The souls His Christ hath bought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For not upon a tranquil lake<br> Our pleasant task we ply,<br>Where all along our glistening wake<br> The softest moonbeams lie;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where rippling wave and dashing oar<br> Our midnight chant attend,<br>Or whispering palm-leaves from the shore<br> With midnight silence blend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet thoughts of peace, ye may not last:<br> Too soon some ruder sound<br>Calls us from where ye soar so fast<br> Back to our earthly round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For wildest storms our ocean sweep:-<br> No anchor but the Cross<br>Might hold: and oft the thankless deep<br> Turns all our toil to loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full many a dreary anxious hour<br> We watch our nets alone<br>In drenching spray, and driving shower,<br> And hear the night-bird's moan:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At morn we look, and nought is there;<br> Sad dawn of cheerless day!<br>Who then from pining and despair<br> The sickening heart can stay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a stay--and we are strong;<br> Our Master is at hand,<br>To cheer our solitary song,<br> And guide us to the strand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In His own time; but yet a while<br> Our bark at sea must ride;<br>Cast after cast, by force or guile<br> All waters must be tried:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By blameless guile or gentle force,<br> As when He deigned to teach<br>(The lode-star of our Christian course)<br> Upon this sacred beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should e'er thy wonder-working grace<br> Triumph by our weak arm,<br>Let not our sinful fancy trace<br> Aught human in the charm:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To our own nets ne'er bow we down,<br> Lest on the eternal shore<br>The angels, while oar draught they own,<br> Reject us evermore:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, if for our unworthiness<br> Toil, prayer, and watching fail,<br>In disappointment Thou canst bless,<br> So love at heart prevail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keble">John Keble</a><div class=q>
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 But at Thy gracious word
I will let down the net again:-
 Do Thou Thy will, O Lord!&quot;

So spake the weary fisher, spent
 With bootless darkling toil,
Yet on his Master's bidding bent
 For love an..."></div>
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