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So Famine waits, and War with greedy eyes, Till some repenting heart be ready for the skies.
Think ye the spires that glow so bright
In front of yonder setting sun,
Stand by their own unshaken might?
No-where th' upholding grace
We dare not ask, nor Heaven would tell,
But sure from many a hidden dell,
From many a rural nook unthought of there, Rises for that proud world the saints' prevailing prayer.
On champions blest, in Jesus' name,
Short be your strife, your triumph full,
Gather'd long since at Jesus' feet,
No world of passions to destroy,
prayers and struggles o'er, your task all praise and joy.
O GOD of Mercy, God of Might,
For now thy people are allow'd
To scale the mount and pierce the cloud, And Faith may feed her eager view
With wonders Sinai never knew.
Fresh from th' atoning sacrifice
O agony of wavering thought
When sinners first so near are brought!
"It is my Maker-dare I stay?
My Saviour-dare I turn away ?"
Thus while the storm is high within
My mother Church? and hear thee tell
And doubt we yet? thou call'st again;
A voice from Mercy's inmost shrine,
Whispering it says to each apart,
h" God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son." See the sentences in the Communion Service, after the Confession.
i Come unto me, all ye that travail, and are heavy laden, and I will refresh you.
Hear them, kind Saviour-hear thy spouse
Thine own dear promise she would plead
For us her true though fallen seed.
She pleads by all thy mercies, told
Love's heralds sent to man forgiven,
One from the Cross, and one from heaven.
This, of true Penitents the chief,
"Sinners to save, Christ Jesus came'."
That, dearest of thy bosom Friends,
Into the wavering heart descends :
"What? fall'n again? yet cheerful rise ",
k St. Paul and St. John.
This is a faithful saying and worthy of all men to be received, That Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.
m If any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.
The eye of Faith, that waxes bright
And with them every spirit blest,
To the poor babe, who died to-day, Take part in our thanksgiving lay, Watching the tearful joy and calm, While sinners taste thine heavenly balm.
Sweet awful hour! the only sound
Refresh us, Lord, to hold it fast;