Shall fade before those dazzling rays,

And my long glory be begun.
Let the years come to bless or bruise,
Thy heaven, O Lord, I shall not lose.

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,
How deep thy pure command,

That lays upon earth's fevered pulse
A calm, restraining hand.

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!
O Man of Sorrow deep!
Unto our wounded souls impart

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.

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Going Home.

ISS me when my spirit flies-
Let the beauty of your eyes
Beam along the waves of death,
While I draw my parting breath,

And am borne to yonder shore
Where the billows beat no more,
And the notes of endless spring
Through the groves immortal ring.

I can catch sweet strains of songs
Floating down from distant throngs,
And can feel the touch of hands
Reaching out from angel bands.

GOING HOME.

Anger's frown and envy's thrust,
Friendship chilled by cold distrust,
Sleepless night and weary morn,
Toil in fruitless land forlorn,
Aching head and breaking heart,
Love destroyed by slander's dart,
Drifting ship and darkened sea,
Over there will righted be.

Sing in numbers low and sweet,
Let the songs of two worlds meet
We shall not be sundered long-
Like the fragment of a song,
Like the branches of a rill,
Parted by the rock or hill,

We shall blend in tune and time,
Loving on in perfect rhyme.

When the noon-tide of your days
Yields to twilight's silver haze,
Ere the world recedes in space,
Heavenward lift your tender face,
Let your dear eyes homeward shine,
Let your spirit call for mine,
And my own will answer you

From the deep and boundless blue.

Swifter than the sunbeam's flight
I will cleave the gloom of night,
And will guide you to the land
Where our loved ones waiting stand,

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And the legions of the blest,
They shall welcome you to rest
They will know you when your eyes
On the isles of glory rise.

When the parted streams of life
Join beyond all jarring strife,
And the flowers that withered lay
Blossom in immortal May-

When the voices hushed and dear
Thrill once more the raptured ear,
We shall feel and know and see
God knew better far than we.

The Holy Spirit.

SAW a man of God-like form
Bend like a slender reed

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,
The secret of this power?

What makes this youth, so free from pride,
The monarch of the hour?