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 

• Why England Is Conservative poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Who Would Not Die For England! poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• ” When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “`Were I a Poet, I would dwell” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Since We Must Die poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Wardens Of The Wave poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To The Autumn Wind poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Ireland poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To England poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Ellen Terry poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Arms! (II) poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “‘Tis because, though in dusky bower” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Time’s Weariness poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin

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