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Dear Saviour take this faithless heart,
THE MOON AND THE CHURCH.
"Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners ?—Canticles vi. 10.
Orb of beauty! that on high
"I am dark and black alone,
Church of Christ! thou lovely bride,
"I've no beauty of my own,
I am vile and poor alone,
All my loveliness I bring,
Fresh and clear from Christ the Spring:
He reflects His light on me,
Clothes me in His purity.
"When I weep he dries my tears, Soothes my sorrows, calms my fears,
Guides me with His arm of love,
"He has washed me in His blood,
THE LAMB OP GOD.
"Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed." —1 Peter ii. 24.
Jesus, thou spotless Lamb,
My sins on thee were laid; With fearful weight they crushed and bowed
Thy self-devoted head.
They caused Thy bloody sweat,
In dread Gethsemane; And forced the cry "My God, my God,
Hast Thou forsaken me?"
The fountain of Thy blood,
Has washed my guilt away;
Is now my bright array.
Ciothed in this glorious dress,
The Father looks with love; In this poor heart Thy Spirit dwells—
That bright celestial dove.
Unspotted may I keep
This robe from sin's dark stain; Living to righteousness alone,
As dead, yet risen again.
Still longing for the day,
Saviour, when Thou shalt come,
And take Thy bride, Thy purchased one,
"And when He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before them, and the sheep follow Him: for they know His voice."—John x. 4.
Jesus, keep us near to Thee,
Teach us Saviour how to be,
May we never wish to roam,
From our Shepherd's peaceful home.
We are foolish, silly sheep,
Bitter, painful fruits we reap,