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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• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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