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Hymns from the East
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By the spear wound and the nailing;
By the pain and death I now
Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing;
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
IV
Wilt Thou own the gift I bring?
All my penitence I give Thee;
Thou art my exalted King,
Of Thy matchless love forgive me; —
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
I
O Lord of bounty, let this bread
Be Thy pure Body unto me;
And let the wine in symbol poured,
Tell of the glorious Mystery; —
O let me here Thy presence feel;
And all my sins in mercy heal.
II
I am not worthy to partake
Of Thy pure Body, gracious Lord;
Nor of the Blood so freely shed
By Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word;
Yet grant Thy presence unto me,
And let me now commune with Thee.
JUDGMENT
I
When in the clouds the Lord appears,
And angels stand around His throne;
When judgment fills the soul with fears,
And none can aught of sin disown; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
II
Even in Thy judgment mercy shew; —
But ere that awful day awakes,
Make me my guilty state to know,
And from my evil courses break; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
III
For Thou art pitiful and kind,
And Thou hast died, O Judge of men,
That, ere the Judgment, I may find
The path that leads to life again; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
IV
I have no penitence nor tears,
I have no merit of my own;
But, ah! my soul is filled with fears,
And gladly would its sin disown; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
V
And bring me nigh the throne of grace,
That, ere the day of Judgment dire,
I may behold Thy loving face,
And flee Thine all consuming ire; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
VI
Swift draws the day of Judgment nigh;
Wake, wake, my soul, the Judge is near!
And call for mercy while thy cry
Can enter His inclining ear; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
I
The Bridegroom comes! My soul, awake,
And slumber from thine eyelids shake;
Hark! in the midnight hour the cry;
Bestir, my soul, for He is nigh.
II
Now trim your lamp, and let its light
Illume the darkness of the night;
By the pain and death I now
Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing;
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
IV
Wilt Thou own the gift I bring?
All my penitence I give Thee;
Thou art my exalted King,
Of Thy matchless love forgive me; —
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
I
O Lord of bounty, let this bread
Be Thy pure Body unto me;
And let the wine in symbol poured,
Tell of the glorious Mystery; —
O let me here Thy presence feel;
And all my sins in mercy heal.
II
I am not worthy to partake
Of Thy pure Body, gracious Lord;
Nor of the Blood so freely shed
By Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word;
Yet grant Thy presence unto me,
And let me now commune with Thee.
JUDGMENT
I
When in the clouds the Lord appears,
And angels stand around His throne;
When judgment fills the soul with fears,
And none can aught of sin disown; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
II
Even in Thy judgment mercy shew; —
But ere that awful day awakes,
Make me my guilty state to know,
And from my evil courses break; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
III
For Thou art pitiful and kind,
And Thou hast died, O Judge of men,
That, ere the Judgment, I may find
The path that leads to life again; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
IV
I have no penitence nor tears,
I have no merit of my own;
But, ah! my soul is filled with fears,
And gladly would its sin disown; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
V
And bring me nigh the throne of grace,
That, ere the day of Judgment dire,
I may behold Thy loving face,
And flee Thine all consuming ire; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
VI
Swift draws the day of Judgment nigh;
Wake, wake, my soul, the Judge is near!
And call for mercy while thy cry
Can enter His inclining ear; —
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.
I
The Bridegroom comes! My soul, awake,
And slumber from thine eyelids shake;
Hark! in the midnight hour the cry;
Bestir, my soul, for He is nigh.
II
Now trim your lamp, and let its light
Illume the darkness of the night;
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