Their lawless cries are tuned to hymns of perfect love.



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY



Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save;
neither His ear heavy, that it cannot hear; but your iniquities
have separated between you and your God. Isaiah lix. 1, 2.

"Wake, arm Divine! awake,
Eye of the only Wise!
Now for Thy glory's sake,
Saviour and God, arise,
And may Thine ear, that sealed seems,
In pity mark our mournful themes!"

Thus in her lonely hour
Thy Church is fain to cry,
As if Thy love and power
Were vanished from her sky;
Yet God is there, and at His side
He triumphs, who for sinners died.

Ah! 'tis the world enthralls
The Heaven-betrothed breast:
The traitor Sense recalls
The soaring soul from rest.