November 14

The Angel of the Lord by night opened the prison doors.

JESUS, my life! how shall I truly love Thee? O that Thy Spirit would so strongly move me; That Thou wert pleas'd to shed Thy grace so farr

As to make man all pure love, flesh a Star!

A Star that would ne'er set, but ever rise,

So rise and run, as to out-run these skies,

These narrow skies (narrow to me) that barre,

So barre me in, that I am still at warre,

At constant warre with them. O come, and rend

Or bow the heavens! Lord, bow them and descend.

HENRY

VAUGHAN

MYSTIC STRENGTH