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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;
Yet, a branch, He prunes for fruit;
Yet, a sheep, these eves and morns
He seeks for me among the thorns.

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;
Wine of Life, and Living bread,

With these for me Thy board is spread.

THE HOLY FEAST.

JO! the feast is spread to-day,
Jesus summons, come away
From the vanity of life,

From the sounds of mirth or strife,
To the feast by Jesus given,

Come and taste the Bread of Heaven.

Why, with proud excuse and vain,
Spurn His mercy once again?
From amidst life's social ties,
From the farm and merchandise,
Come, for all is now prepared;
Freely given, be freely shared.

Blessed are the lips that taste
Our Redeemer's Marriage-feast ;
Blessed, who on Him shall feed,
Bread of Life, and Drink indeed;
Blessed, for their thirst is o'er ;
They shall never hunger more.

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THE HUNGER.

ORD, to Thine altar let me go,
The child of weariness and woe,

My home to find;

From sin, and sense, and self set free,
Absorbed alone in love to Thee,
Able to leave in liberty

This world behind.

Jesus, be Thou my Heavenly Food,
Sweet Source Divine of every good,

Centre of rest;

One with Thy heart let me be found,
Prostrate upon that holy ground,

Where grace, and peace, and life abound,
Drawn from Thy breast.

There let me lean, and live, and lie,
As fast the fleeting moments fly,

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
With tongue fast sealed and heart
bowed down,

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,
The pit that for thy sins was meet,
Had God been just with thee.

Good art thou to the sight;
But would thy cheek be dry as now,
As gay thy smile, as bright thy brow,

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
Who sanctifies Himself, the same
Both Sacrifice and Priest.

Go, and be one with Him;
Dwell thou in Him, and He in thee,
Him freely love, who sets thee free,
Though but in shadow dim.

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.

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