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“ It is I ; be not afraid." WHEN the dark waves round us roll, And we look in vain for aid, Speak, LORD, to the trembling soul,“It is I; be not afraid." When we dimly trace Thy form In mysterious clouds arrayed, Be the echo of the storm, " It is I; be not afraid.” When our brightest hopes depart, When our fairest visions fade, Whisper to the fainting heart,:“It is I; be not afraid. " When we weep beside the bier Where some well-loved form laid, Oh! may then the mourner hear, “It is I; be not afraid." When with wearing hopeless pain Sinks the spirit sore dismayed, Breathe Thou then the comfort-strain,“ It is I; be not afraid.” When we feel the end is near, Passing into death's dark shade, May the voice be strong and clear,“It is I ; be not afraid." Amen.
W. W. W.
XLIV. “ Touched with the feeling of our infirmities." WHEN, wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand -a piercèd hand
Can salve the sinner's wound.
When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,
Can wash away the blot.
His Hand that brings relief;
And feeleth for our grief.
Unseal the cleansing tide;
C. F. Alexander.
For Iboly Communion.
I. “In every place incense shall be offered unto My Name, and a
pure offering.' And now, O FATHER, mindful of the love
That bought us, once for all, on Calvary's Tree, And having with us Him that pleads above,
We here present, we here spread forth to Thee
And only look on us as found in Him;
Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim:
By this prevailing Presence we appeal ;
() do Thine utmost for their souls' true weal; From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere. And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet,
Most patient SAVIOUR, who canst love us still ; And by this Food, so awful and so sweet,
Deliver us from every touch of ill : In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us never more to part with The Amen.
III. “The centurion answered and said, Lord, I am not worthy that Thou
shouldest come under my roof ; but speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed.”
I AM not worthy, Holy LORD,
That Thou shouldst come to me;
Can set the sinner free.
The lodging of
LORD, speak, and make me whole.
How can I say Thee nay;
My ransom-price to pay?
Feed me with food divine;
Sir Henry W. Baker.
“ To know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge.”
JESU, to Thy Table led,
Draw us to Thy wounded Side,
From the bonds of sin release,
R. H. Baynes.
“If a man love Me, he will keep. My words; and My Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make Our abode with him."
WHEN first, O CHRIST, I felt Thy gracious call,
Methought not Love itself could more bestow ;
The Lord shall give thee rest."
From toil and care we flee,
To rest awhile with Thee.
The courts of Heaven were lost to view,
The world had come between ;
We see the things unseen.
Our sins, in Thy pure light descried,
Stand out in dread array ;
Their guilt is wash'd away.
With strife of tongues distraught and worn
Our troublous way we trod;
Into the peace of GOD.
And oh! what depth of joy, as thus
We bend the trembling knee,
W. W. W.