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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421244" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twelfth Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Son of God in doing good<br> Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:<br>And shall the heirs of sinful blood<br> Seek joy unmixed in charity?<br>God will not let Love's work impart<br>Full solace, lest it steal the heart;<br>Be thou content in tears to sow,<br>Blessing, like Jesus, in thy woe:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked to Heaven, and sadly sighed -<br> What saw my gracious Saviour there,<br>&quot;With fear and anguish to divide<br> The joy of Heaven-accepted prayer?<br>So o'er the bed where Lazarus slept<br>He to His Father groaned and wept:<br>What saw He mournful in that grave,<br>Knowing Himself so strong to save?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief<br> Over His sinking spirit sweep; -<br>What boots it gathering one lost leaf<br> Out of yon sere and withered heap,<br>Where souls and bodies, hopes and joys,<br>All that earth owns or sin destroys,<br>Under the spurning hoof are cast,<br>Or tossing in th' autumnal blast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice,<br> The fettered tongue its chain may break;<br>But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice,<br> The laggard soul, that will not wake,<br>The guilt that scorns to be forgiven; -<br>These baffle e'en the spells of Heaven;<br>In thought of these, His brows benign<br>Not e'en in healing cloudless shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No eye but His might ever bear<br> To gaze all down that drear abyss,<br>Because none ever saw so clear<br> The shore beyond of endless bliss:<br>The giddy waves so restless hurled,<br>The vexed pulse of this feverish world,<br>He views and counts with steady sight,<br>Used to behold the Infinite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that in such communion high<br> He hath a fount of strength within,<br>Sure His meek heart would break and die,<br> O'erburthened by His brethren's sin;<br>Weak eyes on darkness dare not gaze,<br>It dazzles like the noonday blaze;<br>But He who sees God's face may brook<br>On the true face of Sin to look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What then shall wretched sinners do,<br> When in their last, their hopeless day,<br>Sin, as it is, shall meet their view,<br> God turn His face for aye away?<br>Lord, by Thy sad and earnest eye,<br>When Thou didst look to Heaven and sigh:<br>Thy voice, that with a word could chase<br>The dumb, deaf spirit from his place;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Thou hast touched our ears, and taught<br> Our tongues to speak Thy praises plain,<br>Quell Thou each thankless godless thought<br> That would make fast our bonds again.<br>From worldly strife, from mirth unblest,<br>Drowning Thy music in the breast,<br>From foul reproach, from thrilling fears,<br>Preserve, good Lord, Thy servants' ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From idle words, that restless throng<br> And haunt our hearts when we would pray,<br>From Pride's false chime, and jarring wrong,<br> Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way:<br>For Thou hast sworn, that every ear,<br>Willing or loth, Thy trump shall hear,<br>And every tongue unchained be<br>To own no hope, no God, but Thee.</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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 Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:
And shall the heirs of sinful blood
 Seek joy unmixed in charity?
God will not let Love's work impart
Full solace, lest it steal the heart;
Be thou content in tears to sow,
Blessin..."></div>
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