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Ada Cambridge - Holy Communion
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Father, for Jesus` sake, 
Low at the footstool of Thy throne, I pray 
That Thou, into Thine arms of love, to-day 
    My trembling soul wilt take. 

    Thine eyes can see, I know, 
How many a dark and fearful spot of sin 
Stains the white garment Thou didst clothe it in, 
    Once undefiled as snow. 

    I dare not come alone 
Into Thy presence for that sin to plead; 
But there is One who waits to intercede— 
    Whose merits will atone. 

    Into the holy place 
He takes the incense of our common prayer, 
Which, mingling with His own, ascendeth there 
    Up to Thy throne of grace. 

    All too unclean it is, 
Too cold and weak, above this earth to rise, 
Save He, in love eternal, sanctifies 
    And hallows it with His. 

    Therefore accept from me, 
Through His hands, now, my weak and wavering will; 
And deign my heart`s deep longing to fulfil, 
    As it seems best to Thee. 

    Pour down Thy healing light 
Into the dark depths of my soul this day; 
Dissolve the mists and shadows—oh, I pray, 
    Let it no more be night! 

    Spirit of love, reveal 
All hidden sins against Thy blessed name, 
That I may weep for them in utter shame 
    As in Thy church I kneel. 

    And now, oh cleanse them out! 
Make fair again Thine olden dwelling-place; 
And let the fruitful streams of love and grace 
    Compass it round about. 

    Lord, with repentance, give 
Faith, deep and strong, that naught may undermine 
Of all that`s evil in this world of Thine— 
    Faith that shall breathe and live. 

    Pour from the hallow`d cup 
Our dear Lord`s stainless life into mine own; 
Put it to my soul`s lips—so thirsty grown— 
    And let them drink it up.
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