EVENSONG.
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I HUSH, my soul, what Voice is pleading? Thou canst feel its silent power; Who is this that speaks so gently In this solemn evening hour? " Stay, poor sinner; life is fleeting, And thy soul is dark within; Wilt thou wait till outer darkness Close in gloom thy life of sin?"
2 IIark! it is a Voice of sweetness, Tenderly it speaks, and true! Dark and sad, yet strangely yearning For a peace I never knew, Half inclined to stay and listen, Half inclined to go away, Still I linger, for it whispers " Harden not thy heart to- day!"
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J. E. ROE.
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3 What is this that steals upon me? Can it be that at my side,
In His Own mysterious Presence, Stands the Wondrous Crucified? " Why, poor sinner, wilt thou linger? I am waiting to forgive;
See the meaning of these Wound- prints; I have died, that thou may'st live!"
4 Hush, my soul! it is thy Saviour; And He seeks His lost one now! He is waiting; flee not from Him, Venture near, before Him bow. Tell thy sins; He will forgive thee; And He will not love thee less; For the human Heart of Jesus Overflows with tenderness.
Amen.