Shall fade before those dazzling rays, And my long glory be begun. Oh Jesus, Pity Me. GRACIOUS Christ! I come to thee For pardon, peace and purity. I cannot bide my exile longer; The yearning of my heart grows stronger Thy gentle face to see. O Jesus, pity me! O blessed Christ! I come to thee To hide me from life's vanity. I have no offering but my weakness, Share me thy strength; teach me thy meekness. In my extremity, O Jesus, pity me! O patient Christ! I lift to thee The cry of helpless poverty. Hands that have faltered in the gleaning I hold to ask thee for the screening Of thy divinity. O Jesus, pity me! Forgiveness. LEST Master, how exceeding broad, That lays upon earth's fevered pulse It turns the tide of passion back, It bids revenge be still; For e'en the wrath of man restrained Shall execute thy will. Tho' mocked and pierced thou bidst us pray, Forgive, and bless, and love, As children of eternal day Whose life is hid above. O pierced hands! O pierced heart! Thy love, thy spirit meek. Then shall we calmly trust and wait, And pray for friend and foe, Until we stand at heaven's bright gate In garments white as snow. 29 1 Going Home. ISS me when my spirit flies- And am borne to yonder shore I can catch sweet strains of songs GOING HOME. Anger's frown and envy's thrust, Sing in numbers low and sweet, We shall blend in tune and time, When the noon-tide of your days From the deep and boundless blue. Swifter than the sunbeam's flight 31 And the legions of the blest, When the parted streams of life When the voices hushed and dear The Holy Spirit. SAW a man of God-like form Before a sudden Summer storm A girl would scarcely heed. I saw a frail and tender child Perform a hero's part, And face a wolf with hunger wild, And strike him to the heart. What is this mystic force? I cried, What makes this youth, so free from pride, |