Twelfth Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CBDEFFGH IJIJKKBB BLBLMMNN OPOPQQRR JSTSUUVW BXBXYYZZ A2B2A2B2BBC2C2 D2E2D2F2D2D2G2G2 H2B2H2B2I2I2EE

And looking up to heaven He sighed and saith unto him EphphathaA
that is Be opened St Mark viiB
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The Son of God in doing goodC
Was fain to look to Heaven and sighB
And shall the heirs of sinful bloodD
Seek joy unmixed in charityE
God will not let Love's work impartF
Full solace lest it steal the heartF
Be thou content in tears to sowG
Blessing like Jesus in thy woeH
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He looked to Heaven and sadly sighedI
What saw my gracious Saviour thereJ
With fear and anguish to divideI
The joy of Heaven accepted prayerJ
So o'er the bed where Lazarus sleptK
He to His Father groaned and weptK
What saw He mournful in that graveB
Knowing Himself so strong to saveB
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O'erwhelming thoughts of pain and griefB
Over His sinking spirit sweepL
What boots it gathering one lost leafB
Out of yon sere and withered heapL
Where souls and bodies hopes and joysM
All that earth owns or sin destroysM
Under the spurning hoof are castN
Or tossing in th' autumnal blastN
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The deaf may hear the Saviour's voiceO
The fettered tongue its chain may breakP
But the deaf heart the dumb by choiceO
The laggard soul that will not wakeP
The guilt that scorns to be forgivenQ
These baffle e'en the spells of HeavenQ
In thought of these His brows benignR
Not e'en in healing cloudless shineR
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No eye but His might ever bearJ
To gaze all down that drear abyssS
Because none ever saw so clearT
The shore beyond of endless blissS
The giddy waves so restless hurledU
The vexed pulse of this feverish worldU
He views and counts with steady sightV
Used to behold the InfiniteW
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But that in such communion highB
He hath a fount of strength withinX
Sure His meek heart would break and dieB
O'erburthened by His brethren's sinX
Weak eyes on darkness dare not gazeY
It dazzles like the noonday blazeY
But He who sees God's face may brookZ
On the true face of Sin to lookZ
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What then shall wretched sinners doA2
When in their last their hopeless dayB2
Sin as it is shall meet their viewA2
God turn His face for aye awayB2
Lord by Thy sad and earnest eyeB
When Thou didst look to Heaven and sighB
Thy voice that with a word could chaseC2
The dumb deaf spirit from his placeC2
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As Thou hast touched our ears and taughtD2
Our tongues to speak Thy praises plainE2
Quell Thou each thankless godless thoughtD2
That would make fast our bonds againF2
From worldly strife from mirth unblestD2
Drowning Thy music in the breastD2
From foul reproach from thrilling fearsG2
Preserve good Lord Thy servants' earsG2
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From idle words that restless throngH2
And haunt our hearts when we would prayB2
From Pride's false chime and jarring wrongH2
Seal Thou my lips and guard the wayB2
For Thou hast sworn that every earI2
Willing or loth Thy trump shall hearI2
And every tongue unchained beE
To own no hope no God but TheeE

John Keble



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