July 23: Day by Day with Father Bill
FRIDAY OF THE SIXTEENTH WEEK IN ORDINARY TIME
THE DAWNING by George Herbert
Awake sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;
Take up thine yes, which feed on earth;
Unfold thy forehead gather’d into frowns:
Thy Saviour comes, and with him mirth:
Awake, awake;
And with thankful heart his comforts take,
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and crie;
And feel his death, but not his victorie.
Arise sad heart; if thou dost not withstand,
Christs resurrection thine may be;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand,
Which as it riseth, raiseth thee:
Arise, arise;
And with the buriall-linen drie thine eyes;
Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears, or bloud, not want an handkerchief.