The  word  from  Heaven  is  spoken  ;  70

"  Rise,  shine,  and  sing,  thou  captive  thrall ;
"  Are  not  thy  fetters  broken  ?

"  The  God  Who  hallow'd  thee  and  blest,

"  Pronouncing  thee  all  good —
"  Hath  He  not  all  thy  wrongs  redrest,

"  And  all  thy  bliss  renew'd  ?

"  Why  moum'st  thou  still  as  one  bereft,

"  Now  that  th'  eternal  Son
"  His  blessed  home  in  Heaven  hath  left

"  To  make  thee  all  His  own  ?  "  so


108  FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY

Thou  mourn 'st  because  Sin  lingers  still
In  Christ's  new  heaven  and  earth ;

Because  our  rebel  works  and  will
Stain  our  immortal  birth  :

Because,  as  Love  and  Prayer  grow  cold,

The  Saviour  hides  His  face,
And  worldlings  blot  the  temple's  gold

With  uses  vile  and  base.
Hence  all  thy  groans  and  travail  pains.
Hence,  till  thy  God  return,  so

In  Wisdom's  ear  thy  blithest  strains.
Oh  Nature,  seem  to  mourn.
FIFTH  SUNDAY  AFTER  TRINITY

And  Simon  answering  said  unto  Him,  Master,  we  have  toiled
all  the  night,  and  haoe  taken  nothing  :  nevertheless  at  Thy  word
I  will  let  down  the  net.  And  when  they  had  this  done,  they  inclosed
a  great  multitude  of  fishes :  and  their  net  brake. — St.  Luke  v.  6,  6.
"  The  live-long  night  we've  toil'd  in  vain,

"  But  at  Thy  gracious  word
"  I  will  let  down  the  net  again  : —

"  Do  Thou  Thy  will,  O  Lord  !  "

So  spake  the  weary  fisher,  spent

With  bootless  darkling  toil.
Yet  on  his  Master's  bidding  bent

For  love  and  not  for  spoil.
