AT MIDNIGHT. When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy Angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His glory. and before Him shall be gathered all nations.-MATT. XXV. "Sensus quis horror percutit?" WHAT is this horror? The sky is rended, Christ sits, and all o'er Angels are hurrying,—all is ended! The trump hath sounded,— Death's warrant is past, The dead, surrounded, At His own right hand Alas, that dark band, The Shepherd too well His sheep hath known. By the Judge's side Who did poor abide, And fled to Him here in His poverty. The Cross shines to view, In the opening skies, To Gentile and Jew, Dreadful or glad to all gazing eyes. Trembling and sighing They see Him they wounded, There is now no dying, For them whom His look hath aye confounded. Before that dread day, When all is over, While yet we may, Lord, to ourselves our sins discover. To Thee, who shalt come At the end of days With our endless doom, To God, Three and One, be endless praise. AT THE MATTINS AND VESPERS. As it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment; so Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for Him shall He appear the second time without sin unto salvation.-HEB. ix. "Nobis Olympo redditus." THOU, who dost build for us on high With chords of love. Thou in whom dwelleth every good, Then shall we see Thee as Thou art, Thy countenance pure, nor fear to part, If Thou dost love us, leave us not; Pledge of adopting love, That fostering Dove. Thou who shalt come our Judge to be, Jesu, the glory be to Thee, With God and Spirit pure Aye to endure ! ON WHITSUN-EVE. AT MIDNIGHT. Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks; so longeth my soul after Thee, O God.-PSALM xlii. "O Christe qui noster poli." O THOU, gone up, our harbinger, And lift us to the skies. May holy love the stair supply Where God doth His tried children own, And gives Him to the blest, He, all in all, their toils doth crown, And is Himself their rest. |