Holy Communion

Father, for Jesus’ sake,

Low at the footstool of Thy throne, I pray

That Thou, into Thine arms of love, to-day

My trembling soul wilt take.

Thine eyes can see, I know,

How many a dark and fearful spot of sin

Stains the white garment Thou didst clothe it in,

Once undefiled as snow.

I dare not come alone

Into Thy presence for that sin to plead;

But there is One who waits to intercede-

Whose merits will atone.

Into the holy place

He takes the incense of our common prayer,

Which, mingling with His own, ascendeth there

Up to Thy throne of grace.

All too unclean it is,

Too cold and weak, above this earth to rise,

Save He, in love eternal, sanctifies

And hallows it with His.

Therefore accept from me,

Through His hands, now, my weak and wavering will;

And deign my heart’s deep longing to fulfil,

As it seems best to Thee.

Pour down Thy healing light

Into the dark depths of my soul this day;

Dissolve the mists and shadows-oh, I pray,

Let it no more be night!

Spirit of love, reveal

All hidden sins against Thy blessed name,

That I may weep for them in utter shame

As in Thy church I kneel.

And now, oh cleanse them out!

Make fair again Thine olden dwelling-place;

And let the fruitful streams of love and grace

Compass it round about.

Lord, with repentance, give

Faith, deep and strong, that naught may undermine

Of all that’s evil in this world of Thine-

Faith that shall breathe and live.

Pour from the hallow’d cup

Our dear Lord’s stainless life into mine own;

Put it to my soul’s lips-so thirsty grown-

And let them drink it up.

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Poems in English 

• When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Visor’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To You. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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