Poems by the late John Bethune With a sketch of the author's life, by his brother |
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SACRAMENTAL LINES—1837. |
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SACRAMENTAL LINES—1837.
Once more at thy bless'd table, Lord!
I humbly take my seat
With those who would thy name—adored—
In reverence repeat.
I humbly take my seat
With those who would thy name—adored—
In reverence repeat.
Full often thou hast seen me here
In years that are gone bye,
Upon that table lean my head
Like one about to die:
In years that are gone bye,
Upon that table lean my head
Like one about to die:
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Hast seen me sad and spiritless
To thee for comfort look,
While the memorials of thy love
With trembling hand I took;
To thee for comfort look,
While the memorials of thy love
With trembling hand I took;
And on the worshippers around
A silent farewell cast,
Believing that bless'd sacrament
On earth should be my last.
A silent farewell cast,
Believing that bless'd sacrament
On earth should be my last.
Thou hast seen my spirit broken down,
My body faint and weak—
Wearing death's cheerless tokens on
My wan and wasted cheek.
My body faint and weak—
Wearing death's cheerless tokens on
My wan and wasted cheek.
Thou hast seen the hopes of happiness
All withering round my heart,
And heard my soul in secret sigh,
Preparing to depart.
All withering round my heart,
And heard my soul in secret sigh,
Preparing to depart.
And thou to me hast long been kind,
And spared me from the grave,
And now, O stretch thy blessed arms
My sinful soul to save.
And spared me from the grave,
And now, O stretch thy blessed arms
My sinful soul to save.
| Poems by the late John Bethune | |