The Altar or, Meditations in Verse On The Great Christian Sacrifice By The Author of "The Cathedral," [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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The Altar | ||
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“He sitteth alone, and keepeth silence, because he hath
borne it upon him. He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so
be there may be hope.”
Lord, unto me Thy warning Voice reveal,
Lest the world steal my heart, and hide the theft;
But, of her soft appliances bereft,
May I in that bereavement learn to feel
That one thing still is given me—thus to kneel
And be as Thou; that one thing still is left—
That where Thy Flesh is rent, the Rock is cleft,
Thy Hand may for a while from man conceal
What I am now, what I have been before.
And I, if I may find a refuge there,
May oft and oft repeat that holy Prayer,
Closing the door; and while I thus explore
The deeps of sad self-knowledge, more and more
Humiliation learn, but not despair.
The Altar | ||