England's Antiphon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 344 pages of information about England's Antiphon.

England's Antiphon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 344 pages of information about England's Antiphon.

Bishop Ken, born in 1637, is known chiefly by his hymns for the morning and evening, deservedly popular.  He has, however, written a great many besides—­too many, indeed, for variety or excellence.  He seems to have set himself to write them as acts of worship.  They present many signs of a perversion of taste which, though not in them so remarkable, rose to a height before long.  He annoys us besides by the constant recurrence of certain phrases, one or two of which are not admirable, and by using, in the midst of a simple style, odd Latin words.  Here are portions of, I think, one of his best, and good it is.

  FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS.

* * * * *

  Lord, ’tis thyself who hast impressed
  In native light on human breast,
    That their Creator all
    Mankind should Father call: 
  A father’s love all mortals know,
  And the love filial which they owe.

  Our Father gives us heavenly light,
  And to be happy, ghostly sight;
    He blesses, guides, sustains;
    He eases us in pains;
  Abatements for our weakness makes,
  And never a true child forsakes.

  He waits till the hard heart relents;
  Our self-damnation he laments;
    He sweetly them invites
    To share in heaven’s delights;
  His arms he opens to receive
  All who for past transgressions grieve.

  My Father!  O that name is sweet
  To sinners mourning in retreat. 
    God’s heart paternal yearns
    When he a change discerns;
  He to his favour them restores;
  He heals their most inveterate sores.

* * * * *

  Religious honour, humble awe;
  Obedience to our Father’s law;
    A lively grateful sense
    Of tenderness immense;
  Full trust on God’s paternal cares;
  Submission which chastisement bears;

  Grief, when his goodness we offend;
  Zeal, to his likeness to ascend;
    Will, from the world refined,
    To his sole will resigned: 
  These graces in God’s children shine,
  Reflections of the love divine.

* * * * *

  God’s Son co-equal taught us all
  In prayer his Father ours to call: 
    With confidence in need,
    We to our Father speed: 
  Of his own Son the language dear
  Intenerates the Father’s ear. makes tender.

  Thou Father art, though to my shame,
  I often forfeit that dear name;
    But since for sin I grieve,
    Me father-like receive;
  O melt me into filial tears,
  To pay of love my vast arrears.

* * * * *

  O Spirit of Adoption! spread
  Thy wings enamouring o’er my head;
    O Filial love immense! 
    Raise me to love intense;
  O Father, source of love divine,
  My powers to love and hymn incline!

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