Broken reed hath pierced my hand; Fell my house I built on sand;, Roofless, wounded, maimed by sin, Fightings without and fears within : Yet, a tree, He feeds my root; With Thine Image stamped of old, Find Thy coin more choice than gold; Known to Thee by name, recall To Thee Thy home-sick prodigal. Sacrifice and offering None there is that I can bring; None, save what is Thine alone : I bring Thee, Lord, but of Thine own Broken body, blood outpoured, These I bring, my God, my Lord; With these for me Thy board is spread. THE HOLY FEAST. JO! the feast is spread to-day, From the sounds of mirth or strife, Come and taste the Bread of Heaven. Why, with proud excuse and vain, Blessed are the lips that taste £ THE HUNGER. ORD, to Thine altar let me go, My home to find; From sin, and sense, and self set free, This world behind. Jesus, be Thou my Heavenly Food, Centre of rest; One with Thy heart let me be found, Where grace, and peace, and life abound, There let me lean, and live, and lie, Sands in a glass, Which Time may shake with restless hand, Yet only at Thine own command, Till to a dearer, happier Land, My soul shall pass. THE MORNING OF RECEPTION. T is a day of fear : Rise up betimes, go forth alone Because Thy Lord is near. Leave not thy thoughts to roam Hither and thither, where they would; Lest fretful cares on thee should crowd, Forgetful of thy Home. Let not thine eye go free; Look on the earth beneath thy feet, Good art thou to the sight; If all were brought to light? Yet, not in gloomy sadness Be thy heart bowed and eye downcast; Is not the night of sorrow past? Is 't not a morn of gladness? Think on the Holy Feast, On His dear love and gracious Name Go, and be one with Him; For, it shall not be so In that great day, when faithful souls, Whom flesh doth sway and sin controls, As they are known shall know : To be forever one With Him, whom with the Father high, And Spirit, angels tremblingly Adore as God alone. |