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Trinity Sunday Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide, Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide Far out of sight we seem to glide. Help us, each hour, with steadier eye To search the deepening mystery, The wonders of Thy sea and sky. The blessed Angels look and long To praise Thee with a worthier song, And yet our silence does Thee wrong. - Along the Church's central space The sacred weeks, with unfelt pace, Hath borne us on from grace to grace. As travellers on some woodland height, When wintry suns are gleaming bright, Lose in arched glades their tangled sight; - By glimpses such as dreamers love Through her grey veil the leafless grove Shows where the distant shadows rove; - Such trembling joy the soul o'er-awes As nearer to Thy shrine she draws:- And now before the choir we pause. The door is closed--but soft and deep Around the awful arches sweep, Such airs as soothe a hermit's sleep. From each carved nook and fretted bend Cornice and gallery seem to send Tones that with seraphs hymns might blend. Three solemn parts together twine In harmony's mysterious line; Three solemn aisles approach the shrine: Yet all are One--together all, In thoughts that awe but not appal, Teach the adoring heart to fall. Within these walls each fluttering guest Is gently lured to one safe nest - Without, 'tis moaning and unrest. The busy world a thousand ways Is hurrying by, nor ever stays To catch a note of Thy dear praise. Why tarries not her chariot wheel, That o'er her with no vain appeal One gust of heavenly song might steal? Alas! for her Thy opening flowers Unheeded breathe to summer showers, Unheard the music of Thy bowers. What echoes from the sacred dome The selfish spirit may o'ercome That will not hear of love or home! The heart that scorned a father's care, How can it rise in filial prayer? How an all-seeing Guardian bear? Or how shall envious brethren own A Brother on the eternal throne, Their Father's joy, their hops alone? How shall Thy Spirit's gracious wile The sullen brow of gloom beguile, That frowns on sweet Affection's smile? Eternal One, Almighty Trine! (Since Thou art ours, and we are Thine,) By all Thy love did once resign, By all the grace Thy heavens still hide, We pray Thee, keep us at Thy side, Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide! John Keble's other poems:
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