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11 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . et Room for the proud ! Ye sons of clay . From far his sweeping pomp survey , Nor , rashly curious , clog the way His chariot wheels before !
Lo ! with what scorn his lofty eye Glances o ' er age and poverty , And bids intruding conscience fl y Far from his palace-door ! Room for the proud ! But slow the feet That bear his coffin down the street : And dismal seems his winding-sheet Who purple lately wore !
Ah ! where must now his spirit fly , In naked , trembling agony ? Or how shall he for mercy cry Who show'd it not before ! Room for the proud ! In ghastly state The Lords of Hell his coming wait , And flinging wide the dreadful gate That shuts to ope no more ,
* Lo here with us the seat , ' they cry , * For him who mocked at poverty . And bade intruding conscience fly Far from his palace-door . '"
" TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . " Jerusalem , Jerusalem ! enthroned once on high , Thou favored home of God on earth , thou Heav ' n below the sky ! Now brought to bondage with thy sons , a curse and grief to see , Jerusalem , Jerusalem ! our tears shall flow for thee . Oh ! hadst thou known thy day of Grace , and flock'd beneath the wing , Of Him who call'd thee lovingly , thine own anointed King , Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see , And glory dwelt within thy gates , and all thy so ? is been free !
And who art thou that mournest me ? replied the ruin grey , And fear ' st not rather that thyself may prove a cast away ? I am a dried and abject branch , my place is jg iveu to thee , But woe to every barren graft of tny wild olive tree ! Our day of Grace is sunk in ni ^ ht , our time of Mercy spent , For heavy was my children ' s crime , and strange their punishment - Yet < # aze not idly on our face , but , sinner , warned be , Who spared not his chosen seed , may send his wrath on thee !
Gur tlay of Grace is sunk in mgkt , th y aooa is in its prime , Oh turn and seek thy Saviour ' s face , in this accepted tixnei ! So , Gentile , may Jerusalem a lessen prove to thee , And in the new Jerusalem thy home for ever be . "
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Review . —Bishop Helens Hymns , 633
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1827, page 683, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1800/page/51/
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