Bishop Doane on His Dog

I am quite sure he thinks that I am God--

since he is God on whom each one depends

for life, and all things that His bounty sends--

my dear old dog, most constant of all friends;

not quick to mind, but quicker far than I

to Him whom God I know and own; his eye,

deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod;

he is more patient underneath the rod

than I, when God His wise corrections sends.

He looks love at me, deep as words e'er spake;

and from me never crumb nor sup will take

but he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;

and when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,

he is content and quiet, if I am near,

secure that my protection will prevail.

So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he

tells me what I unto my God should be.

by George Washington Doane

Psalm 126

When her sons from bonds redeeming 

GOD to Zion led the way, 

we were like to people dreaming 

thoughts of bliss too bright to stay. 

Fill'd with laughter, stood we gazing,

loud our tongues in rapture sang; 

quickly with the news amazing 

all the startled nations rang. 

"See Jehovah's works of glory! 

Mark what love for them he had!" 

"Yes, for us! Go tell the story. 

This was done, and we are glad." 

LORD! thy work of grace completing 

all our exiled hosts restore, 

as in thirsty channels meeting 

southern streams refreshing pour. 

They that now in sorrow weeping 

tears and seed commingled sow, 

soon, the fruitful harvest reaping, 

shall with joyful bosoms glow. 

Tho' the sower's heart is breaking, 

bearing forth the seed to shed, 

he shall come, the echoes waking, 

laden with his sheaves instead. 

--William Digby Seymour 1882

the LORD that Heals -- William Cowper

Jehovah-Rophi

I Am the LORD That Healeth Thee 

Heal us, EMMANUEL, here we are
Waiting to feel Thy touch;
Deep wounded souls to Thee repair,
And Savior, we are such.

Our faith is feeble we confess,
We faintly trust Thy Word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!

Remember him who once applied
With trembling for relief;
“Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried,
“O help my unbelief!”

She, too, who touched Thee in the press
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, “Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith has made thee whole.”

Concealed amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunned Thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.

Like her, with hopes and fears we come
To touch Thee if we may;
O send us not despairing home,
Send none unhealed away.

The Bread and Wine of those Outside

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 Do not enter the path of the wicked or walk in the way of those who are evil.

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 For they eat bread gained from wickedness and drink wine obtained from violence.

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The Jew

The Jew

Scattered by God's avenging hand, Afflicted and forlorn, 

Sad wanderers from their pleasant land, Do Judah's children mourn; 

And e'en in Christian countries, few Breathe thoughts of pity for the Jew.

Yet listen, Gentile, do you love 

The Bible's precious page? 

Then let your heart with kindness move 

To Israel's heritage; 

Who traced those lines of love for you? Each sacred writer was a Jew.

And then as years and ages passed, 

And nations rose and fell, 

Though cloud and darkness oft were cast 

O'er captive Israel

The oracles of God for you 

Were kept in safety by the Jew.

And when the great Redeemer came

For guilty man to bleed.

He did not take an angel's name, 

No, born of Abraham's seed, 

Jesus, who gave His life for you- 

The gentle Saviour - was a Jew.

And though His own received Him not, 

And turned in pride away,

Whence is the Gentile's happier lot?

Are you more just than they? 

No! God in pity turned to you- 

Have you no pity for the Jew?

Go, then, and bend your knee to pray 

For Israel's ancient race; 

Ask the dear Saviour every day 

To call them by His grace.

Go, for a debt of love is due 

From Christian Gentiles to the Jew. 

-- Poems for Sunshine and Shadow

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"Crossing the Bar," by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

    And one clear call for me.

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

    When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

    Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

    Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

    And after that the dark:

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

    When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

    The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face,

    When I have crost the bar.

Flung To The Heedless Winds

     1. Flung to the heedless winds
        Or on the waters cast,
        The martyrs' ashes, watched,
        Shall gathered be at last.
        And from that scattered dust,
        Around us and abroad,
        Shall spring a plenteous seed
        Of witnesses for God.

     2. The Father hath received
        Their latest living breath,
        And vain is Satan's boast
        Of victory in their death.
        Still, still, though dead, they speak,
        And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim
        To many a wakening land
        The one availing Name.

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        Notes:
        259 from the Handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal
        Text: Acts 7: 59
        Author: Martin Luther, 1523 st. 9
        Translated by: John A. Messenger, 1843
        Titled: Ein neues Lied wir heben an
        Tune: Denby
        Composer: Charles J. Dale, 1904