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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Communion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God of Mercy, God of Might,<br>How should pale sinners bear the sight,<br>If, as Thy power in surely here,<br>Thine open glory should appear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now Thy people are allowed<br>To scale the mount and pierce the cloud,<br>And Faith may feed her eager view<br>With wonders Sinai never knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh from th' atoning sacrifice<br>The world's Creator bleeding lies.<br>That man, His foe, by whom He bled,<br>May take Him for his daily bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O agony of wavering thought<br>When sinners first so near are brought!<br>&quot;It is my Maker--dare I stay?<br>My Saviour--dare I turn away?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus while the storm is high within<br>'Twixt love of Christ and fear of sin,<br>Who can express the soothing charm,<br>To feel Thy kind upholding arm,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother Church? and hear thee tell<br>Of a world lost, yet loved so well,<br>That He, by whom the angels live,<br>His only Son for her would give?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And doubt we yet? Thou call'st again;<br>A lower still, a sweeter strain;<br>A voice from Mercy's inmost shrine,<br>This very breath of Love divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whispering it says to each apart,<br>&quot;Come unto Me, thou trembling heart;&quot;<br>And we must hope, so sweet the tone,<br>The precious words are all our own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear them, kind Saviour--hear Thy Spouse<br>Low at Thy feet renew her vows;<br>Thine own dear promise she would plead<br>For us her true though fallen seed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pleads by all Thy mercies, told<br>Thy chosen witnesses of old,<br>Love's heralds sent to man forgiven,<br>One from the Cross, and one from Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This, of true penitents the chief,<br>To the lost spirit brings relief,<br>Lifting on high th' adored Name:-<br>&quot;Sinners to save, Christ, Jesus came.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That, dearest of Thy bosom Friends,<br>Into the wavering heart descends:-<br>&quot;What? fallen again? yet cheerful rise.<br>Thine Intercessor never dies.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eye of Faith, that waxes bright<br>Each moment by thine altar's light,<br>Sees them e'en now: they still abide<br>In mystery kneeling at our side:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with them every spirit blest,<br>From realms of triumph or of rest,<br>From Him who saw creation's morn,<br>Of all Thine angels eldest born,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the poor babe, who died to-day,<br>Take part in our thanksgiving lay,<br>Watching the tearful joy and calm,<br>While sinners taste Thine heavenly balm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet awful hour! the only sound<br>One gentle footstep gliding round,<br>Offering by turns on Jesus' part<br>The Cross to every hand and heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Refresh us, Lord, to hold it fast;<br>And when Thy veil is drawn at last,<br>Let us depart where shadows cease,<br>With words of blessing and of peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keble">John Keble</a><div class=q>
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How should pale sinners bear the sight,
If, as Thy power in surely here,
Thine open glory should appear?

For now Thy people are allowed
To scale the mount and pierce the cloud,
And Faith may feed her eager view
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