JERUSALEM. Which far above the starry sky, Oh, wedded in a prosperous hour, Thou peerless Queen, upon thy head; When Christ espoused thee for His Bride, O City bright and glorified! Thy gates a pearly lustre pour; Thou too, O Church, which here we see! No easy task hath builded thee. Long did the chisels ring around; Long did the mallets' blows rebound; Long worked the head and toiled the hand, BREVIARY. 133 THE GOD OF LOVE. THE God of love my Shepherd is, He leads me to the tender grass, Or, if I stray, He doth convert, Yea, in death's shady, black abode Nay, Thou dost make me sit and dine, Ev'n in my enemies' sight. THE GOD OF LOVE. My head with oil, my cup with wine Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love And, as it never shall remove, So neither shall my praise. HERBERT. 135 STABAT MATER DOLOROSA. Ar the cross her station keeping, Oh, how sad and sore distressed Of her ever-glorious Son. Who on Christ's dear mother gazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Would not share her sorrows deep? For His people's sins chastised, She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; |