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So he may smile on us. --Mary E. Townsend. THE TWO WORLDS Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine In glory and in grace; The gaudy world grows pale before The beauty of thy face. Till Thou art seen, it seems to be A sort of fairy ground, Where suns unsetting light the sky, And flowers and fruits abound, But when Thy keener, purer beam Is poured upon our sight, It loses all its power to charm, And what was day is night. Its noblest toils are then the scourge Which made Thy blood to flow; Its joys are but the treacherous thorns Which circled round thy brow. And thus, when we renounce for Thee Its restless aims and fears, The tender memories of the past, The hopes of coming years, Poor is our sacrifice, whose eyes Are lighted from above; We offer what we cannot keep, What we have ceased to love. --John Henry Newman. SELF-SURRENDER Saviour, who died for me, I give myself to thee; Thy love, so full, so free, Claims all my powers. Be this my purpose high, To serve Thee till I die, Whether my path shall lie 'Mid thorns or flowers. But, Lord, the flesh is weak; Thy gracious aid I seek, For thou the word must speak That makes me strong. Then let me hear thy voice, Thou art my only choice; O bid my heart rejoice; Be thou my song. May it be joy to me To follow only Thee; Thy faithful servant be, Thine to the end. For Thee I'll do and dare, For thee the cross I'll bear, To thee direct my prayer, On thee depend. Saviour, with me abide; Be ever near my side; Support, defend, and guide. I look to thee. I lay my hand in thine, And fleeting joys resign, If I may call thee mine Eternally. --Mary J. Mason. For all the sins that cling to thee Let wide the gates of pardon be; But hope not thou shalt smuggle through The little sin thou clingest to. --F. Langbridge. GOD ALONE LOVED Do I not love thee, Lord most high, In answer to thy love for me! I seek no other liberty But that of being bound to Thee. May memory no thought suggest But shall to thy pure glory tend; May understanding find no rest Except in Thee, its only end.
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