Chapter 8

His will be done!I am not worthy e'er to see againThe face of day; far less His countenanceWho is the very sun. Nathless, in life,When I looked forward to my purgatory,It ever was my solace to believe,That, ere I plunged amid th' avenging flame,I had one sight of Him to strengthen me.

His will be done!

I am not worthy e'er to see again

The face of day; far less His countenance

Who is the very sun. Nathless, in life,

When I looked forward to my purgatory,

It ever was my solace to believe,

That, ere I plunged amid th' avenging flame,

I had one sight of Him to strengthen me.

Angel

580Nor rash nor vain is that presentiment;Yes,—for one moment thou shalt see thy Lord.Thus will it be: what time thou art arraignedBefore the dread tribunal, and thy lotIs cast for ever, should it be to sitOn His right hand among His pure elect,Then sight, or that which to the soul is sight,As by a lightning-flash, will come to thee,And thou shalt see, amid the dark profound,Whom thy soul loveth, and would fain approach,—590One moment; but thou knowest not, my child,What thou dost ask: that sight of the Most FairWill gladden thee, but it will pierce thee too.

580Nor rash nor vain is that presentiment;

Yes,—for one moment thou shalt see thy Lord.

Thus will it be: what time thou art arraigned

Before the dread tribunal, and thy lot

Is cast for ever, should it be to sit

On His right hand among His pure elect,

Then sight, or that which to the soul is sight,

As by a lightning-flash, will come to thee,

And thou shalt see, amid the dark profound,

Whom thy soul loveth, and would fain approach,—

590One moment; but thou knowest not, my child,

What thou dost ask: that sight of the Most Fair

Will gladden thee, but it will pierce thee too.

Soul

Thou speakest darkly, Angel! and an aweFalls on me, and a fear lest I be rash.

Thou speakest darkly, Angel! and an awe

Falls on me, and a fear lest I be rash.

Angel

There was a mortal, who is now aboveIn the mid glory: he, when near to die,Was given communion with the Crucified,—Such, that the Master's very wounds were stamped599Upon his flesh;[29]and, from the agonyWhich thrilled through body and soul in that embraceLearn that the flame of the Everlasting LoveDoth burn ere it transform....

There was a mortal, who is now above

In the mid glory: he, when near to die,

Was given communion with the Crucified,—

Such, that the Master's very wounds were stamped

599Upon his flesh;[29]and, from the agony

Which thrilled through body and soul in that embrace

Learn that the flame of the Everlasting Love

Doth burn ere it transform....

§5

... Hark to those sounds!They come of tender beings angelical,Least and most childlike of the sons of God.

... Hark to those sounds!

They come of tender beings angelical,

Least and most childlike of the sons of God.

First Choir of Angelicals

Praise to the Holiest in the height,[30]And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!610To us His elder race He gaveTo battle and to win,Without the chastisement of pain,Without the soil of sin.The younger son He willed to beA marvel in his birth:Spirit and flesh his parents were;His home was heaven and earth.The Eternal blessed His child, and armed,And sent him hence afar,620To serve as champion in the fieldOf elemental war.To be His Viceroy in the worldOf matter, and of sense;Upon the frontier, towards the foe,A resolute defence.

Praise to the Holiest in the height,[30]And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!

Praise to the Holiest in the height,[30]

And in the depth be praise:

In all His words most wonderful;

Most sure in all His ways!

610To us His elder race He gaveTo battle and to win,Without the chastisement of pain,Without the soil of sin.

610To us His elder race He gave

To battle and to win,

Without the chastisement of pain,

Without the soil of sin.

The younger son He willed to beA marvel in his birth:Spirit and flesh his parents were;His home was heaven and earth.

The younger son He willed to be

A marvel in his birth:

Spirit and flesh his parents were;

His home was heaven and earth.

The Eternal blessed His child, and armed,And sent him hence afar,620To serve as champion in the fieldOf elemental war.To be His Viceroy in the worldOf matter, and of sense;Upon the frontier, towards the foe,A resolute defence.

The Eternal blessed His child, and armed,

And sent him hence afar,

620To serve as champion in the field

Of elemental war.

To be His Viceroy in the world

Of matter, and of sense;

Upon the frontier, towards the foe,

A resolute defence.

Angel

We now have passed the gate, and are withinThe House of Judgment; and whereas on earthTemples and palaces are formed of partsCostly and rare, but all material,630So in the world of spirits nought is found,To mould withal and form into a whole,But what is immaterial; and thusThe smallest portions of this edifice,Cornice, or frieze, or balustrade, or stair,The very pavement is made up of life—Of holy, blessed, and immortal beings,Who hymn their Maker's praise continually.

We now have passed the gate, and are within

The House of Judgment; and whereas on earth

Temples and palaces are formed of parts

Costly and rare, but all material,

630So in the world of spirits nought is found,

To mould withal and form into a whole,

But what is immaterial; and thus

The smallest portions of this edifice,

Cornice, or frieze, or balustrade, or stair,

The very pavement is made up of life—

Of holy, blessed, and immortal beings,

Who hymn their Maker's praise continually.

Second Choir of Angelicals

Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:640In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!Woe to thee, man! for he was foundA recreant in the fight;And lost his heritage of heaven,And fellowship with light.Above him now the angry sky,Around the tempest's din;Who once had angels for his friends,Had but the brutes for kin.650O man! a savage kindred they;To flee that monster broodHe scaled the seaside cave, and clombThe giants of the wood.With now a fear, and now a hope,With aids which chance supplied,From youth to eld, from sire to son,He lived, and toiled, and died.He dreed[31]his penance age by age;And step by step began660Slowly to doff his savage garb,And be again a man.And quickened by the Almighty's breath,And chastened by His rod,And taught by Angel-visitings,At length he sought his God:And learned to call upon His name,And in His faith createA household and a fatherland,A city and a state.670Glory to Him who from the mire,In patient length of days,Elaborated into lifeA people to His praise!

Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:640In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!

Praise to the Holiest in the height,

And in the depth be praise:

640In all His words most wonderful;

Most sure in all His ways!

Woe to thee, man! for he was foundA recreant in the fight;And lost his heritage of heaven,And fellowship with light.

Woe to thee, man! for he was found

A recreant in the fight;

And lost his heritage of heaven,

And fellowship with light.

Above him now the angry sky,Around the tempest's din;Who once had angels for his friends,Had but the brutes for kin.

Above him now the angry sky,

Around the tempest's din;

Who once had angels for his friends,

Had but the brutes for kin.

650O man! a savage kindred they;To flee that monster broodHe scaled the seaside cave, and clombThe giants of the wood.

650O man! a savage kindred they;

To flee that monster brood

He scaled the seaside cave, and clomb

The giants of the wood.

With now a fear, and now a hope,With aids which chance supplied,From youth to eld, from sire to son,He lived, and toiled, and died.

With now a fear, and now a hope,

With aids which chance supplied,

From youth to eld, from sire to son,

He lived, and toiled, and died.

He dreed[31]his penance age by age;And step by step began660Slowly to doff his savage garb,And be again a man.

He dreed[31]his penance age by age;

And step by step began

660Slowly to doff his savage garb,

And be again a man.

And quickened by the Almighty's breath,And chastened by His rod,And taught by Angel-visitings,At length he sought his God:

And quickened by the Almighty's breath,

And chastened by His rod,

And taught by Angel-visitings,

At length he sought his God:

And learned to call upon His name,And in His faith createA household and a fatherland,A city and a state.

And learned to call upon His name,

And in His faith create

A household and a fatherland,

A city and a state.

670Glory to Him who from the mire,In patient length of days,Elaborated into lifeA people to His praise!

670Glory to Him who from the mire,

In patient length of days,

Elaborated into life

A people to His praise!

Soul

The sound is like the rushing of the wind—The Summer wind among the lofty pines;Swelling and dying, echoing round about,Now here, now distant, wild and beautiful;While, scattered from the branches it has stirred,Descend ecstatic odours.

The sound is like the rushing of the wind—

The Summer wind among the lofty pines;

Swelling and dying, echoing round about,

Now here, now distant, wild and beautiful;

While, scattered from the branches it has stirred,

Descend ecstatic odours.

Third Choir of Angelicals

680Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!The Angels, as beseeminglyTo spirit-kind was given,At once were tried and perfected,And took their seats in heaven.For them no twilight or eclipse;No growth and no decay:690'Twas hopeless, all-ingulfing night,Or beatific day.But to the younger race there roseA hope upon its fall;And slowly, surely, gracefully,The morning dawned on all.And ages, opening out, divideThe precious and the base,And from the hard and sullen mass,Mature the heirs of grace.700O man! albeit the quickening ray,Lit from his second birth,Makes him at length what once he was,And heaven grows out of earth;Yet still between that earth and heaven—His journey and his goal—A double agony awaitsHis body and his soul.A double debt he has to pay—The forfeit of his sins,710The chill of death is past, and nowThe penance-fire begins.Glory to Him, who evermoreBy truth and justice reigns;Who tears the soul from out its case,And burns away its stains!

680Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!

680Praise to the Holiest in the height,

And in the depth be praise:

In all His words most wonderful;

Most sure in all His ways!

The Angels, as beseeminglyTo spirit-kind was given,At once were tried and perfected,And took their seats in heaven.

The Angels, as beseemingly

To spirit-kind was given,

At once were tried and perfected,

And took their seats in heaven.

For them no twilight or eclipse;No growth and no decay:690'Twas hopeless, all-ingulfing night,Or beatific day.

For them no twilight or eclipse;

No growth and no decay:

690'Twas hopeless, all-ingulfing night,

Or beatific day.

But to the younger race there roseA hope upon its fall;And slowly, surely, gracefully,The morning dawned on all.

But to the younger race there rose

A hope upon its fall;

And slowly, surely, gracefully,

The morning dawned on all.

And ages, opening out, divideThe precious and the base,And from the hard and sullen mass,Mature the heirs of grace.

And ages, opening out, divide

The precious and the base,

And from the hard and sullen mass,

Mature the heirs of grace.

700O man! albeit the quickening ray,Lit from his second birth,Makes him at length what once he was,And heaven grows out of earth;

700O man! albeit the quickening ray,

Lit from his second birth,

Makes him at length what once he was,

And heaven grows out of earth;

Yet still between that earth and heaven—His journey and his goal—A double agony awaitsHis body and his soul.

Yet still between that earth and heaven—

His journey and his goal—

A double agony awaits

His body and his soul.

A double debt he has to pay—The forfeit of his sins,710The chill of death is past, and nowThe penance-fire begins.

A double debt he has to pay—

The forfeit of his sins,

710The chill of death is past, and now

The penance-fire begins.

Glory to Him, who evermoreBy truth and justice reigns;Who tears the soul from out its case,And burns away its stains!

Glory to Him, who evermore

By truth and justice reigns;

Who tears the soul from out its case,

And burns away its stains!

Angel

They sing of thy approaching agony,Which thou so eagerly didst question of:It is the face of the Incarnate GodShall smite thee with that keen and subtle pain;720And yet the memory which it leaves will beA sovereign febrifuge to heal the wound;And yet withal it will the wound provoke,And aggravate and widen it the more.

They sing of thy approaching agony,

Which thou so eagerly didst question of:

It is the face of the Incarnate God

Shall smite thee with that keen and subtle pain;

720And yet the memory which it leaves will be

A sovereign febrifuge to heal the wound;

And yet withal it will the wound provoke,

And aggravate and widen it the more.

Soul

Thou speakest mysteries; still methinks I knowTo disengage the tangle of thy words:Yet rather would I hear thy angel voice,Than for myself be thy interpreter.

Thou speakest mysteries; still methinks I know

To disengage the tangle of thy words:

Yet rather would I hear thy angel voice,

Than for myself be thy interpreter.

Angel

When then—if such thy lot—thou seest thy Judge,The sight of Him will kindle in thy heart,730All tender, gracious, reverential thoughts.Thou wilt be sick with love, and yearn for Him,And feel as though thou couldst but pity Him,That one so sweet should e'er have placed HimselfAt disadvantage such, as to be usedSo vilely by a being so vile as thee.There is a pleading in His pensive eyesWill pierce thee to the quick, and trouble thee.And thou wilt hate and loathe thyself; for, thoughNow sinless, thou wilt feel that thou hast sinned,740As never thou didst feel; and wilt desireTo slink away, and hide thee from His sightAnd yet wilt have a longing aye to dwellWithin the beauty of His countenance.And these two pains, so counter and so keen,—The longing for Him, when thou seest Him not;The shame of self at thought of seeing Him,—Will be thy veriest, sharpest purgatory.

When then—if such thy lot—thou seest thy Judge,

The sight of Him will kindle in thy heart,

730All tender, gracious, reverential thoughts.

Thou wilt be sick with love, and yearn for Him,

And feel as though thou couldst but pity Him,

That one so sweet should e'er have placed Himself

At disadvantage such, as to be used

So vilely by a being so vile as thee.

There is a pleading in His pensive eyes

Will pierce thee to the quick, and trouble thee.

And thou wilt hate and loathe thyself; for, though

Now sinless, thou wilt feel that thou hast sinned,

740As never thou didst feel; and wilt desire

To slink away, and hide thee from His sight

And yet wilt have a longing aye to dwell

Within the beauty of His countenance.

And these two pains, so counter and so keen,—

The longing for Him, when thou seest Him not;

The shame of self at thought of seeing Him,—

Will be thy veriest, sharpest purgatory.

Soul

My soul is in my hand: I have no fear,—In His dear might prepared for weal or woe.750But hark! a grand mysterious harmony:It floods me, like the deep and solemn soundOf many waters.

My soul is in my hand: I have no fear,—

In His dear might prepared for weal or woe.

750But hark! a grand mysterious harmony:

It floods me, like the deep and solemn sound

Of many waters.

Angel

We have gained the stairsWhich rise towards the Presence-chamber; thereA band of mighty Angels keep the wayOn either side, and hymn the Incarnate God.

We have gained the stairs

Which rise towards the Presence-chamber; there

A band of mighty Angels keep the way

On either side, and hymn the Incarnate God.

Angels of the Sacred Stair

Father, whose goodness none can know, but theyWho see Thee face to face,By man hath come the infinite display760Of Thy victorious grace;But fallen man—the creature of a day—Skills not that love to trace.It needs, to tell the triumph Thou hast wrought,An Angel's deathless fire, an Angel's reach of thought.It needs that very Angel, who with awe,Amid the garden shade,The great Creator in His sickness saw,Soothed by a creature's aid,And agonised, as victim of the Law770Which He Himself had made;For who can praise Him in His depth and height,But he who saw Him reel amid that solitary fight?

Father, whose goodness none can know, but they

Who see Thee face to face,

By man hath come the infinite display

760Of Thy victorious grace;

But fallen man—the creature of a day—

Skills not that love to trace.

It needs, to tell the triumph Thou hast wrought,

An Angel's deathless fire, an Angel's reach of thought.

It needs that very Angel, who with awe,Amid the garden shade,The great Creator in His sickness saw,Soothed by a creature's aid,And agonised, as victim of the Law770Which He Himself had made;For who can praise Him in His depth and height,But he who saw Him reel amid that solitary fight?

It needs that very Angel, who with awe,

Amid the garden shade,

The great Creator in His sickness saw,

Soothed by a creature's aid,

And agonised, as victim of the Law

770Which He Himself had made;

For who can praise Him in His depth and height,

But he who saw Him reel amid that solitary fight?

Soul

Hark! for the lintels of the presence-gateAre vibrating and echoing back the strain.

Hark! for the lintels of the presence-gate

Are vibrating and echoing back the strain.

Fourth Choir of Angelicals

Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!The foe blasphemed the Holy Lord,780As if He reckoned ill,In that He placed His puppet manThe frontier place to fill.For even in his best estate,With amplest gifts endued,A sorry sentinel was he,A being of flesh and blood.As though a thing, who for his helpMust needs possess a wife,Could cope with those proud rebel hosts,790Who had angelic life.And when, by blandishment of Eve,That earth-born Adam fell,He shrieked in triumph, and he cried,"A sorry sentinel;The Maker by His word is bound,Escape or cure is none;He must abandon to his doom,And slay His darling son."

Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!

Praise to the Holiest in the height,

And in the depth be praise:

In all His words most wonderful;

Most sure in all His ways!

The foe blasphemed the Holy Lord,780As if He reckoned ill,In that He placed His puppet manThe frontier place to fill.

The foe blasphemed the Holy Lord,

780As if He reckoned ill,

In that He placed His puppet man

The frontier place to fill.

For even in his best estate,With amplest gifts endued,A sorry sentinel was he,A being of flesh and blood.

For even in his best estate,

With amplest gifts endued,

A sorry sentinel was he,

A being of flesh and blood.

As though a thing, who for his helpMust needs possess a wife,Could cope with those proud rebel hosts,790Who had angelic life.

As though a thing, who for his help

Must needs possess a wife,

Could cope with those proud rebel hosts,

790Who had angelic life.

And when, by blandishment of Eve,That earth-born Adam fell,He shrieked in triumph, and he cried,"A sorry sentinel;

And when, by blandishment of Eve,

That earth-born Adam fell,

He shrieked in triumph, and he cried,

"A sorry sentinel;

The Maker by His word is bound,Escape or cure is none;He must abandon to his doom,And slay His darling son."

The Maker by His word is bound,

Escape or cure is none;

He must abandon to his doom,

And slay His darling son."

Angel

And now the threshold, as we traverse it,800Utters aloud its glad responsive chant.

And now the threshold, as we traverse it,

800Utters aloud its glad responsive chant.

Fifth Choir of Angelicals

Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!O loving wisdom of our God!When all was sin and shame,A second Adam to the fightAnd to the rescue came.O wisest love! that flesh and blood810Which did in Adam fail,Should strive afresh against the foe,Should strive and should prevail;And that a higher gift than graceShould flesh and blood refine,God's Presence and His very Self,And Essence all divine.O generous love! that He who smoteIn man for man the foe,The double agony in man820For man should undergo;And in the garden secretly,And on the cross on high,Should teach His brethren and inspireTo suffer and to die.

Praise to the Holiest in the height,And in the depth be praise:In all His words most wonderful;Most sure in all His ways!

Praise to the Holiest in the height,

And in the depth be praise:

In all His words most wonderful;

Most sure in all His ways!

O loving wisdom of our God!When all was sin and shame,A second Adam to the fightAnd to the rescue came.

O loving wisdom of our God!

When all was sin and shame,

A second Adam to the fight

And to the rescue came.

O wisest love! that flesh and blood810Which did in Adam fail,Should strive afresh against the foe,Should strive and should prevail;

O wisest love! that flesh and blood

810Which did in Adam fail,

Should strive afresh against the foe,

Should strive and should prevail;

And that a higher gift than graceShould flesh and blood refine,God's Presence and His very Self,And Essence all divine.

And that a higher gift than grace

Should flesh and blood refine,

God's Presence and His very Self,

And Essence all divine.

O generous love! that He who smoteIn man for man the foe,The double agony in man820For man should undergo;

O generous love! that He who smote

In man for man the foe,

The double agony in man

820For man should undergo;

And in the garden secretly,And on the cross on high,Should teach His brethren and inspireTo suffer and to die.

And in the garden secretly,

And on the cross on high,

Should teach His brethren and inspire

To suffer and to die.

§6

Angel

Thy judgment now is near, for we are comeInto the veiled presence of our God.

Thy judgment now is near, for we are come

Into the veiled presence of our God.

Soul

I hear the voices that I left on earth.

Angel

It is the voice of friends around thy bed,Who say the "Subvenite" with the priest.830Hither the echoes come; before the ThroneStands the great Angel of the Agony,The same who strengthened Him, what time He kneltLone in the garden shade, bedewed with blood.That Angel best can plead with Him for allTormented souls, the dying and the dead.

It is the voice of friends around thy bed,

Who say the "Subvenite" with the priest.

830Hither the echoes come; before the Throne

Stands the great Angel of the Agony,

The same who strengthened Him, what time He knelt

Lone in the garden shade, bedewed with blood.

That Angel best can plead with Him for all

Tormented souls, the dying and the dead.

Angel of the Agony[32]

Jesu! by that shuddering dread which fell on Thee;Jesu! by that cold dismay which sickened Thee;Jesu! by that pang of heart which thrilled in Thee;Jesu! by that mount of sins which crippled Thee;840Jesu! by that sense of guilt which stifled Thee;Jesu! by that innocence which girdled Thee;Jesu! by that sanctity which reigned in Thee;Jesu! by that Godhead which was one with Thee;Jesu! spare these souls which are so dear to Thee,Who in prison, calm and patient, wait for Thee;Hasten, Lord, their hour, and bid them come to Thee,To that glorious Home, where they shall ever gaze on Thee.

Jesu! by that shuddering dread which fell on Thee;

Jesu! by that cold dismay which sickened Thee;

Jesu! by that pang of heart which thrilled in Thee;

Jesu! by that mount of sins which crippled Thee;

840Jesu! by that sense of guilt which stifled Thee;

Jesu! by that innocence which girdled Thee;

Jesu! by that sanctity which reigned in Thee;

Jesu! by that Godhead which was one with Thee;

Jesu! spare these souls which are so dear to Thee,

Who in prison, calm and patient, wait for Thee;

Hasten, Lord, their hour, and bid them come to Thee,

To that glorious Home, where they shall ever gaze on Thee.

Soul

I go before my Judge. Ah!...

Angel

... Praise to His Name!850The eager spirit has darted from my hold,And, with the intemperate energy of love,Flies to the dear feet of Emmanuel;But, ere it reach them, the keen sanctity,Which with its effluence, like a glory, clothesAnd circles round the Crucified, has seized,And scorched, and shrivelled it; and now it liesPassive and still before the awful Throne.O happy, suffering soul! for it is safe,Consumed, yet quickened, by the glance of God.

... Praise to His Name!

850The eager spirit has darted from my hold,

And, with the intemperate energy of love,

Flies to the dear feet of Emmanuel;

But, ere it reach them, the keen sanctity,

Which with its effluence, like a glory, clothes

And circles round the Crucified, has seized,

And scorched, and shrivelled it; and now it lies

Passive and still before the awful Throne.

O happy, suffering soul! for it is safe,

Consumed, yet quickened, by the glance of God.

Soul

Take me away, and in the lowest deep[33]860There let me be,And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,Told out for me.There, motionless and happy in my pain,Lone, not forlorn,—There will I sing my sad perpetual strain,Until the morn.There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast,Which ne'er can cease870To throb, and pine, and languish, till possestOf its Sole Peace.There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:—Take me away,That sooner I may rise, and go above,And see Him in the truth of everlasting day.

Take me away, and in the lowest deep[33]

There let me be,

And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,

Told out for me.

There, motionless and happy in my pain,

Lone, not forlorn,—

There will I sing my sad perpetual strain,

Until the morn.

There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast,

Which ne'er can cease

870To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest

Of its Sole Peace.

There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:—

Take me away,

That sooner I may rise, and go above,

And see Him in the truth of everlasting day.

§7

Angel

Now let the golden prison ope its gates,Making sweet music, as each fold revolvesUpon its ready hinge. And ye great powers,Angels of Purgatory, receive from me880My charge, a precious soul, until the day,When, from all bond and forfeiture released,I shall reclaim it for the courts of light.

Now let the golden prison ope its gates,

Making sweet music, as each fold revolves

Upon its ready hinge. And ye great powers,

Angels of Purgatory, receive from me

880My charge, a precious soul, until the day,

When, from all bond and forfeiture released,

I shall reclaim it for the courts of light.

Souls in Purgatory[34]

1. Lord, Thou hast been our refuge: in every generation;

2. Before the hills were born, and the world was: from age to age Thou art God.

3. Bring us not, Lord, very low: for Thou hast said, Come back again, ye sons of Adam.

4. A thousand years before Thine eyes are but as yesterday: and as a watch of the night which is come and gone.

5. The grass springs up in the morning: at evening-tide it shrivels up and dies.

6. So we fail in Thine anger: and in Thy wrath we are troubled.

7. Thou hast set our sins in Thy sight: and our round of days in the light of Thy countenance.

8908. Come back, O Lord! how long: and be entreated for Thy servants.

9. In Thy morning we shall be filled with Thy mercy: we shall rejoice and be in pleasure all our days.

10. We shall be glad according to the days of our humiliation: and the years in which we have seen evil.

11. Look, O Lord, upon Thy servants and on Thy work: and direct their children.

12. And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and the work of our hands, establish Thou it.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen.

Angel

Softly and gently, dearly-ransomed soul,[35]In my most loving arms I now enfold thee,And, o'er the penal waters, as they roll,900I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee.And carefully I dip thee in the lake,[36]And thou, without a sob or a resistance,Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take,Sinking deep, deeper into the dim distance.Angels, to whom the willing task is given,Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as thou liest;And Masses on the earth, and prayers in heaven,Shall aid thee at the Throne of the Most Highest.Farewell, but not for ever! brother dear,910Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow;Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here,And I will come and wake thee on the morrow.

Softly and gently, dearly-ransomed soul,[35]In my most loving arms I now enfold thee,And, o'er the penal waters, as they roll,900I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee.

Softly and gently, dearly-ransomed soul,[35]

In my most loving arms I now enfold thee,

And, o'er the penal waters, as they roll,

900I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee.

And carefully I dip thee in the lake,[36]And thou, without a sob or a resistance,Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take,Sinking deep, deeper into the dim distance.

And carefully I dip thee in the lake,[36]

And thou, without a sob or a resistance,

Dost through the flood thy rapid passage take,

Sinking deep, deeper into the dim distance.

Angels, to whom the willing task is given,Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as thou liest;And Masses on the earth, and prayers in heaven,Shall aid thee at the Throne of the Most Highest.

Angels, to whom the willing task is given,

Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as thou liest;

And Masses on the earth, and prayers in heaven,

Shall aid thee at the Throne of the Most Highest.

Farewell, but not for ever! brother dear,910Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow;Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here,And I will come and wake thee on the morrow.

Farewell, but not for ever! brother dear,

910Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow;

Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here,

And I will come and wake thee on the morrow.

[A][In compliance with a suggestion received by the Editor the full text of Father Faber's "The Eternal Years," referred to on page 14, is printed on the following pages.]

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