We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, O JESU, ever with us stay! Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. Amen. Latin, tr. Ray Palmer. XVII. 'Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out." JUST as I am, without one plea, But that Thy Blood was shed for me, Just as I am, though toss'd about Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Just as I am (Thy love unknown Just as I am, of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above, O LAMB OF GOD, I come! Amen. Charlotte Elliott. R XVIII. "I am the Light of the world." LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou I loved to choose and see my path; but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, So long Thy power has blest me; sure it still O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost a while! Amen. J. H. Newman. XIX. "My soul hangeth upon Thee: Thy right hand hath upholden me.” LEANING on Thee, my Guide, my Friend, My Gracious Saviour! I am blest : Leaning on Thee, this darkened room Thy pitying smile dispels the gloom, Turns night to day. Leaning on Thee, my soul retires From earthly thoughts and earthly things; To Thee she clings. Leaning on Thee, with child-like faith, To Thee the future I confide; Each step of life's untrodden path Thy love will guide. Leaning on Thee, I breathe no moan, Though faint with languor, parched with heat; Leaning on Thee, 'midst torturing pain, Leaning on Thee, I do not dread Leaning on Thee, though faint and weak, Thy heavenly accents comfort speak, 'Be of good cheer!' Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms; I feel the everlasting arms, I cannot sink! Charlotte Elliott. XX. "When shall I come to appear before the presence of God?" LORD JESU, by Thy Passion Oh wash me in the fountain Oh hold Thou up my goings, I may appear at length. Oh hearken to my knocking, That I may enter freely, And never leave Thee more. Oh bring me, loving SAVIOUR, Where gladsome alleluias Where martyrs, now triumphant, Oh make my spirit worthy Oh give that last best blessing Not wisdom, might, or glory, I ask for Thee-Thee only- Amen. R. F. Littledale, from "The Priest's Prayer-book.' XXI. "Verily I say unto thee, To-day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise." LORD, when Thy kingdom comes, remember me ;’ Thus spake the dying lips to dying Ears; Oh faith, which in that darkest hour could see No kingly sign declares that glory now, Yet hear the Word the dying SAVIOUR saith, LORD, when with dying lips my prayer is said, Remember me, but not my shame or sin; Remember me; yet how canst Thou forget Remember me; and, ere I pass away, XXII. Amen. Archbishop Maclagan. "Not My will, but Thine be done." MY GOD and FATHER, while I stray Though dark my path, and sad my lot, What though in lonely grief I sigh Though Thou hast call'd me to resign Should grief or sickness waste away Let but my fainting heart be blest |