"Lord, that I might receive my Sight."
ORD! we sit and cry to Thee
Like the blind beside the way:
Make our darken'd souls to see
The glory of Thy perfect day!
Lord! rebuke our sullen night,
And give Thyself unto our sight!
Lord! we do not ask to gaze
On our dim and earthly sun;
But the light that still shall blaze
When every star its course hath run,
The light that gilds Thy blest abode,
The glory of the Lamb of God.
"Arise, He calleth thee."
LINDED and helpless, from thy road-side station,
His gentle loving smile thou can'st not see;
'But thou can'st hear His words of invitation,
"Be of good comfort, rise, He calleth thee."
And by His power thy closed eyes unsealing,
Thou shalt know Him, His love and majesty;
The Sun of righteousness shall give thee healing-
"Be of good comfort, rise, He calleth thee."
Cast off thy garment, and obey the guiding
That draws thee blinded, in His sight to be,
Not from His glance, or spot or wrinkle hiding,-
"Be of good comfort, rise, He calleth thee."
"Lord, that my sight I might receive," thus praying Thy faith shall make thee whole, and strong,
Thy blindness and thy sins before Him laying,— "Be of good comfort, rise, He calleth thee."
And then thy sight from His kind hand receiving,
Arise and follow Him thou now can'st see;
And following in His way, His word believing,-
"Be of good comfort, rise, He calleth thee."
Cast me not away from Thy presence.
DORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away!
Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away!
'Pray without ceasing."
O when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night:
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thoughts away,
And in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.
Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray too for those who hate thee,
If any such there be :
Then for thyself in meekness
A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.
But if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way;
E'en then the silent breathing,
Of thy spirit raised above,
Shall reach His throne of glory,
Who is mercy, truth, and love.
Oh, not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,
The power that He hath given us
To pour our souls in prayer.
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before His footstool fall:
Remember in thy gladness
His love who gave thee all.
ORD, what a change within us one short hour
Spent in Thy presence will avail to make;
What burdens lighten, what temptation slake,
What parchéd grounds refresh as with a shower.
We kneel, and all around us seems to lower;
We rise, and all, the distant and the near,
Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear;
We kneel, how weak, we rise, how full of power!
Why therefore should we do ourselves this wrong,
Or others that we are not always strong,
That we are ever overborne with care,
That we should ever weak or heartless be,
Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer,
And joy, and strength, and courage, are with Thee.
R. C. Trench.
UST as I am-without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am—and waiting not
my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am-though tossed about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve:
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am-Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
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