For us pray, and for us plead ;' God, who ever hears the sinless, May through you the sinful heed; Pray that, through Christ's mediation, All our faults may be forgiven; Plead that ye be sent to greet us At the gates of heaven! STAND BACK! UNCOVERED STAND! STAND back! uncovered stand for, lo! He came, a herald from above; Pure from his God he came to them, He grew in stature and in grace. From the sweet spirit of his face But God hath taken whom he gave, And now beside the infant's grave The spirit of the strong is bent. But though the tears must flow, the heart When his clear eye grew meaningless. Your own dear, bright, unearthly boy – O, may this be your faith, and your relief! Then will the world be full of him; the sky, Will tell of him; the wind will breathe his tone; Fall to its earth; and heavenward, side by side, His voice shall bid ye, in the might of love, BEHOLD THE GLORIOUS MORN! BEHOLD the glorious morn! And where art thou, To feel its first rich breath on thy sweet brow, Child of our hope and love, And stand, with the spring-flowers about thee waking, And catch the early music that is breaking From valley and fresh grove? Were these to thee a weariness, the birds, And the bright waters, and the earnest words Of strong affection shed, A mother's love, whose holy influence fell, In its deep truth and its unchanging spell, |