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I am so weak and weary to-night, dear Saviour, So tired of striving and so sick of sin,
That were I worthy of a place in Thy fair dwell
I'd ask that I just now might enter in.
Here let me kneel in sorrowful contrition,
And lean my head against Thy wounded
Aiss Thy hands and feet all torn and bleeding
And whisper to myself, "For me He died."
And I have grieved Him since-O, shame to say
Such base ingratitude it seemeth to me
How could I pierce again the heart that loved me, And bind the cruel thorns upon that brow?
I did not mean it, dear Lord; some sudden gust of passion,
Some snare the tempter laid with wily art, Entrapped my thoughtless feet and ere I knew it, My path and Thine were lying wide apart.
And as I turned, my wayward steps retracing,
So wrong His kindness and so faithless
Now, falling at Thy feet I plead for pardon
Not one reproach, not one just word of
Thou know'st I love Thee, dear Lord, though in my weakness,
Tempted and tired, Thy love I often grieve, Thou know'st I love Thee! stay Thou always
That from Thy heart my heart may strength receive.
Strength to o'ercome, to conquer every failing That mars my life or makes it incomplete; Strength that shall keep me safe from sin and wandering,
Faithful and pure forever at Thy feet.
Father and God.
ORD, give me faith to look above
In trial, and to trust Thy love;
Grant me submission to Thy will,
Help me to bear all care and loss,
Be Thou an anchor to my soul,
Teach me obedience and fear,
And to acknowledge Thee my God!
- HENRY COYLE.
Kight of the anxious heart,
Jesus, Thou dost appear,
To bid the gloom of guilt depart,
HERE are wrongs that cannot be righted; There are crosses that must be borne; There are duties that cannot be slighted; There are thorn-crowns that must be worn.
There are griefs that cannot find comfort,
But, oh! let us carry our crosses;
Let us tread over earth's rough places
Even as Christ has done.
Let us bury our bitter sorrows
And think what a blessed thing it is
Let us think of the wrongs He suffered,
Let us think of His weary journeys.
Let us think of the Crown He wore.
Surely the pain and the sorrow
Christ chose for Himself must be best; Let us follow Him, then in the way of the Cross; 'Twill lead unto heaven's sweet rest.
IF we want to love our Lord fervently, to make Him some return for all His love to us, we must try to know Him by making ourselves familiar with His life. We must notice His ways -His gentleness and compassion; His tenderness with sinners, with the sick, the sorrowing, the little children.
I watch Thy face, Thy gentle face,
That looks with love on me;
And then I ask of Thee the grace
To love all men like Thee.