THE SLEEP OF THE BELOVED. 187 Darkness seems loaded with oblivious air, Thou hast provided midnight's hour of peace, Grief flies away; care quits our easy couch, God of our life! God of each day and night! That knows no night, yet needs no star nor sun. 12* THE LITTLE FLOCK. A LITTLE flock! So calls He thee, A little flock! So calls He thee; A little flock! Yes, even so; Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise; They whom God makes his kings and priests, Are poor in human eyes. THE LITTLE FLOCK. Church of the everlasting God, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice! Thy words amid the words of earth, But 'mid the wrinkled brows of earth, 'Mid the flushed cheeks of riot here, Amid the restless eyes of earth, Fixed on the silent loveliness A little flock! 'Tis well, 'tis well; 139 140 THE LITTLE FLOCK. But the chief Shepherd comes at length; Her feeble days are o'er, No more a handful in the earth, A little flock no more. No more a lily among thorns; But countless as the stars of heaven, Then entering the eternal halls, In robes of victory, That mighty multitude shall keep The joyous jubilee. Unfading palms they bear aloft, Unending festival they keep, In presence of the King.* * Τῶν ἀγγέλων καὶ τῶν ἁγίων ἀει ἑορταζοντων.—ATHA NASIUS. THE NAME OF NAMES. FATHER, thy Son hath died The sinner's death of woe; Stooping in love from heaven to earth, Our curse to undergo; Our curse to undergo, Upon the hateful tree. Give glory to thy Son, O Lord, Put honor on that name of names Father, thy Son hath borne The sinner's doom of shame; Bearing his cross without the gate, He met the law's full claim, Sin's righteous penalty. Give glory to thy Son, O Lord, Put honor on that name of names By pardoning me! |