THE joy of Saints, like incense turned to fire

In golden censers, soars acceptable; And high their heavenly hallelujahs swell

Desirous still with still-fulfilled desire.

Sweet thrill the harpstrings of the

heavenly choir,

And wherefore have you harps, and wherefore palms,

And wherefore crowns, O ye who walk in white ?

Because our happy hearts are chanting psalms,

Endless Te Deum for the ended fight;

is all they tell ;

Where love is all in all, and all

is well

Because their work is love and love

their hire.

All robed in white and all with palm in hand,

Crowns too they have of gold and

thrones of gold ;

The street is golden which their feet have trod,

calms

We cast our crowns before the Lamb our Might.

Before 1893.

The General Assembly and Church of the Firstborn.

BRING me to see, Lord, bring me yet to see

Those nations of Thy glory and
Thy grace

stand:

And none of them is young, and

none is old,

worship Thee.

Light in all eyes, content in every

face,

fold,

of God.

Before 1893.

WHAT are these lovely ones, yea,

what are these?

Lo these are they who for pure love of Christ

Stripped off the trammels of soft silken ease,

Beggaring themselves betimes, to be sufficed

Love and are well-beloved the

ransomed race :

Great mitred priests, great kings in

crowns of gold,

Patriarchs who head the army of

their sons,

Matrons and mothers by their own extolled,

Wise and most harmless holy little ones,

Aspects

which reproduce One

Countenance,

Bear all they bear without replying;

made good,

All blessed hungry and athirst

sufficed,

All who bore crosses round the

Holy Rood,

Friends, brethren, sisters, of Lord Jesus Christ.

Before 1893.

Every one that is perfect shall be as his Master.

How can one man, how can all men,
How can we be like St. Paul,

Like St. John, or like St. Peter,
Like the least of all

Blessed Saints? for we are small.

Love can make us like St. Peter,

Love can make us like St. Paul, Love can make us like the blessed Bosom friend of all,

Great St. John, tho' we are small.

Love which clings and trusts and worships,

Love which rises from a fall, Love which, prompting glad obedi

ence,

Labours most of all,

Love makes great the great and small.

Before 1886.

'As dying, and behold we live !`

So live the Saints while time is flying;

grieve,

Uplifting praise with prayer and sighing.

Patient thro' life's long-drawn reprieve,

Aloof from strife, at peace from

crying,

The morrow to its day they leave,
As dying.
Before 1893.

So great a cloud of Witnesses.

I THINK of the saints I have known, and lift up mine eyes

To the far-away home of beautiful Paradise,

Where the song of saints gives voice

to an undividing sea

On whose plain their feet stand firm while they keep their jubilee. As the sound of waters their voice,

as the sound of thunderings, While they all at once rejoice, while

all sing and while each one sings;

Where more saints flock in, and more, and yet more, and again

yet more,

And not one turns back to depart thro' the open entrance-door.

O sights of our lovely earth, O sound of our earthly sea, Speak to me of Paradise, of all blessed saints to me:

Or keep silence touching them, and speak to my heart alone

give,

As dying;

kings, the Lamb on the Throne. Before 1893.