MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. When the dim advancing gloom Oh then have mercy! Lord! Lord! have mercy when we know Oh then have mercy! Lord! Great God of Hosts! come down to rule o'er us! Great God of Hosts! the dreadful, the glorious! SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. WHEN our heads are bow'd with woe, Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, When the sullen death-bell tolls Thou hast bow'd the dying head; When the heart is sad within Thou the shame, the grief hast known, SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. GREAT God of Hosts! come down in thy glory! EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. WHEN God came down from Heav'n-the living God What signs and wonders mark'd his stately way? Brake out the winds in music where He trode ? Shone o'er the heav'ns a brighter, softer day? The dumb began to speak, the blind to see, And the lame leap'd, and pain and paleness fled; The mourner's sunken eye grew bright with glee, And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead! When God went back to heav'n-the living GodRode He the heavens upon a fiery car? Waved seraph-wings along his glorious road? Stood still to wonder each bright wandering star? Upon the cross He hung, and bow'd the head, And pray'd for them that smote, and them that |