Arms see--bows, quiver, arrows flying far, And every style in which Love went to war. These arms Love used--nay, Himself was: His own Dart and darts' quiver was Himself alone. Now they but shine, and, dusty battle ended, In treasur'd glory are on high suspended. Time comes when unto Wrath these arms, both quiver And quiver's offspring, darts, Love will deliver. Ah, with what thoughts, what countenance wilt thou stand When its own guilt comes home to each right hand? Wretch, thou wilt see the wounds which thou hast made, And with what fatal skill thy fury play'd: Whether with bloody wreath thy fingers plied His temples, or thy spear drank His dear side; Or 'neath thy blow nails turned a cruel red, Or the scourge blush'd as at thy call it sped. Wretch, there the wounds thou gavest thou shalt see: To see the wound thou gav'st a wound shall be. Stroke self-avenging follows nails and spear: Its nail and spear of recompense are here. Such awful righteous wrath who would excite? Thy very wounds, O Christ, for Thee will fight. R. WI. CLXXIII. _Pacem meam do vobis._ Joan. xiv. 27. Bella vocant: arma, ô socii, nostra arma paremus Atque enses: nostros scilicet, ah, jugulos. Cur ego bella paro, cum Christus det mihi pacem? Quod Christus pacem dat mihi, bella paro. Ille dedit, nam quis potuit dare certior autor? Ille dedit pacem: sed dedit ille suam. _My peace I give unto you._ War calls: O friends, our arms let us prepare, And swords; forsooth, our throats let us lay bare. Why war prepare, if Christ His peace afford? Because Christ gives me peace, I take the sword. He gave--what surer giver can be shown? He gave the peace, but then He gave His own. R. WI. CLXXIV. _In D. Paulum illuminatum simul et excaecatum._ Act. ix. 8, 9. Quae, Christe, ambigua haec bifidi tibi gloria teli est, Quod simul huic oculos abstulit atque dedit? Sancta dies animi, hac oculorum in nocte, latebat; Te ut possit Paulus cernere, caecus erat. _Paul's conversion and blindness._ Why, Lord, this twofold glory of Thy ray, Giving him sight whose sight it takes away? Paul in that night God's inner light shall find: That he may see The Christ his eyes are blind. CL. CLXXV. _Ego sum Via. Ad Judaeos spretores Christi._ Joan. xiv. 6. O sed nec calcanda tamen: pes improbe, pergis? Improbe pes, ergo hoc cœli erat ire viam? Ah pereat, Judaec ferox, pes improbus ille, Qui cœli tritam sic facit esse viam. _I am the Way. To the Jewish despisers of Christ._ Not to be trampled on, though: vile foot, stay; Vile foot, is this to tread the heavenly Way? Let that fierce Jewish foot to death be given, Which thus wears out the blessèd Way to heaven. R. WI. CLXXVI. _In nocturnum et hyemale iter infantis Domini._ Matt. ii. 19-21.