The more the outward man decayeth, strengthen him, we beseech Thee, so much the more continually with Thy grace and holy Spirit in the inner man. Bishop Febb. THOU, whose all-enlivening ray Can turn my darkness into day, In sweet communion, Lord, with Thee. And wisdom seek at Thy blest throne; Not such as learned volumes hold, Not selfish, arrogant, and vain, That chills the heart and fires the brain : But, Father of eternal light, In fixt and changeless glory bright, The more the outward man decayeth, strengthen him, we beseech Thee, so much the more continually with Thy grace and holy Spirit in the inner man. PAIN. From "The Dove on the Cross." ESUS, Saviour, sympathize With Thy servant's agonies; In Thy life-time Thou hast known With Thy sanctifying hand Pain! what power within thee lies, That the Holy and the Just, Not alone the token thou, Rather of His willingness, Only in that solemn hour, Fortitude in suffering pain. Give him.. stedfast faith in Thy Son Jesus; that his sins may be done away by Thy mercy, and his pardon sealed in heaven, before he go hence, WRITTEN AT THE HOLY SEPULCHRE. SA G. Sandys. : AVIOUR of Mankind, Man, Emmanuel! Who sinless died for sin; who vanquish'd hell: The first fruits of the grave: whose life did give Light to our darkness; in whose death we live :O strengthen Thou my faith, convert my will, That mine may Thine obey; protect me still, So that the latter death may not devour My soul, seal'd with Thy seal.-So, in that hour, When Thou (whose body sanctified this tomb) If Thou wilt, Thou canst yet raise him up, and grant him a longer continuance amongst us: THE BORDER-LANDS. From "The Dove on the Cross." ATHER, into Thy loving hands, While wandering in these Border-Lands Father, I would not dare to choose These Border-Lands are calm and still, I heard them spoken of with dread, But since Thy hand hath led me here, Stood on its brink, as now I stand, There has been nothing to alarm What should appal me in a place, They say the waves are dark and deep, That faith has perished in the river; They speak of death with fear, and weep. Shall my soul perish? Never, never. I know that Thou wilt never leave And since I first was brought so near U |