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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421215" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Matthias' Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is God's chosen priest?<br>He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,<br>Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased,<br> From Jordan banks to Bethphage height:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who hath learned lowliness<br>From his Lord's cradle, patience from His Cross;<br>Whom poor men's eyes and hearts consent to bless;<br> To whom, for Christ, the world is loss;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who both in agony<br>Hath seen Him and in glory; and in both<br>Owned Him divine, and yielded, nothing loth,<br> Body and soul, to live and die,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In witness of his Lord,<br>In humble following of his Saviour dear:<br>This is the man to wield th' unearthly sword,<br> Warring unharmed with sin and fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But who can o'er suffice -<br>What mortal--for this more than angels' task,<br>Winning or losing souls, Thy life-blood's price?<br> The gift were too divine to ask.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But Thou hast made it sure<br>By Thy dear promise to thy Church and Bride,<br>That Thou, on earth, wouldst aye with her endure,<br> Till earth to Heaven be purified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou art her only spouse,<br>Whose arm supports her, on Whose faithful breast<br>Her persecuted head she meekly bows,<br> Sure pledge of her eternal rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou, her unerring guide,<br>Stayest her fainting steps along the wild;<br>Thy merit is on the bowers of lust and pride,<br> That she may pass them undefiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who then, uncalled by Thee,<br>Dare touch Thy spouse, Thy very self below?<br>Or who dare count him summoned worthily,<br> Except Thine hand and seal he show?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where can Thy seal be found,<br>But on thou chosen seed, from age to age<br>By thine anointed heralds duly crowned,<br> As kings and priests Thy war to wage?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then fearless walk we forth,<br>Yet full of trembling, Messengers of God:<br>Our warrant sure, but doubting of our worth,<br> By our own shame alike and glory awed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dread Searcher of the hearts,<br>Thou who didst seal by Thy descending Dove<br>Thy servant's choice, O help us in our parts,<br> Else helpless found, to learn and teach Thy love.</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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He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,
Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased,
 From Jordan banks to Bethphage height:

 Who hath learned lowliness
From his Lord's cradle, patience from His Cross;
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