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Then the renewing Spirit came,
A rushing angel, swiftly sent,
The torch thy fingers grasped unspent ;
As the swift light, in rapid showers,
Rains its quick way from tree to tree,
And tints the ever-changing sea,
Ye who, on many a distant shore,
Have bent the knee to stock and stone,
Bow down to Christ, and Him alone!
And you, O mothers, you, O wives
Just on the verge of motherhood,
And weary Heaven to work them good,
And thou, poor slave, no longer sigh,
Amid thy sacred new-found bliss,
The free-born mother's happy kiss ;
New liberty the heavens above
Announce this day to nations new,
New victories of faith and love,
New trials, and new glories too; Faith, that at terror learns to smile, Love, that no flatteries can beguile, Peace, which the world, laugh as it may, Can neither give nor take away.
O Holy Spirit, suppliants we
Before Thy solemn altars bow,
In pathless forests wandering now;
A mingled race, yet one in Thee,
One heart, one blood, one human kind, Whether we bend the willing knee,
Or seek a Face we cannot find,
Descend, O Love! in every heart
Its wrath and pride do Thou allay, And give us thoughts of holy rest
That need not shun the judgment day. Thy blessed gifts do nurse and feed Thy blessed self in us indeed; Thou art the Sun, whose holy shine Makes the slow bud a flower divine.
And though that flower, a lowly weed,
By the way-side ungathered die, Its death may be the fruitful seed
Of lovelier blossoms by-and-by; So life and death in subtile play Work in Thy mild transfusing ray, And never in that ceaseless strife, Is Death the vanquisher of Life.
Once more we pray: 0 Wind of God,
Come forth to gladden and console, Come as a breeze that drives abroad
The languors of the weary soul ;
But like a mighty tempest blow
Through Thee the poor man lifts his face
Serenely to his proper heaven, Rejoicing at the wondrous grace
To him in all his sorrows given ; A likeness to the earthly state Of Him in Whom Thy gifts were great, And meted with no human spanWho yet was called the Son of Man.
Breathe, Holy Spirit, on our race,
Smile from our little children's eyes;
Shed Thy immortal purities;
Temper the courage of our youth
With modesty and self-control;
And Truth be regent of the soul;
HYMN BEFORE COMMUNION.
Jesu, lest we quail and falter
As we mount the chancel-stair, Fearing lest our hearts should palter,
Self-deceivers e'en in prayer, Teach us ere we seek Thine Altar
How to hail Thy Presence there.
Thine the gracious invitation,
Thine the Hand stretched out to bless, Only source of consolation,
Only Fount of righteousness, Come we in our degradation
To Thy Footstool for redress.
Thine the word creative spoken
By Thy servant in Thy stead, Thine the Body bruised and broken,
Thine the Blood so freely shed, Of Redeeming Love the token,
Now for us distributed.
As the woman's plague found healing
When she laid her hand on Thee, Oh, when at Thine Altar kneeling
Touch us sacramentally, As of old Thy love revealing,
Let us there Thy power see.
God Thou art, we would adore Thee;
Man Thou art, we need not fear; God made man, we bow before Thee,
Word made flesh, we Thee revere, By Thy promise we adjure Thee,
Saviour, may we find Thee here.
Oh, we know still unforsaken
Is Thy Church; Thy promise sure Still abides, the Rock unshaken
Which she rests upon secure, And till all the dead awaken
Shall the Eucharist endure.
Thus the Church with exultation,
Till her Lord return again, Shows His Death, His Mediation
Mingles with her worship then, Pleading both the Great Oblation
Offered on the Cross for men.
Lamb of God, the world's transgression
Thou alone canst take away,
And Thy pardoning grace convey ;
We but echo when we pray.
Now, dear Lord, Thy grace imploring,
We would mount Thine Altar-stair,
For Thyself our souls prepare ;
ACCOUNT OF THE CONSECRATION OF THE REV. W. K. MACRORIE AS BISHOP OF
THE CHURCH IN NATAL.
St. Paul's Day, 1869, will be remembered with thankfulness and joy by the Church in South Africa through all generations, and doubtless also by all the faithful throughout the world. It was the day appointed by the Metropolitan for the consecration of the Bishop of the Church in Natal. With the exception of Bishop Tozer, who could not possibly have attended, all the Suffragan Bishops had arrived from their dioceses. These were the Bishops of Graham's Town, St. Helena, and the Orange River Free State; the last having undertaken a tedious overland journey of seventeen days, to assist at the Consecration.
On Sunday, 24th January, an act of special interest to Cape Town took place at the Cathedral Church of St. George, during Morning Service, and that was the installation of the new Dean, Mr. Alder, who was instituted and installed by the Bishop of Cape Town; and who afterwards preached on the text, 'I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto Me.'
In the evening, the Bishop of the Free State preached very earnestly on the text, But none of these things move me; neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the Gospel of the grace of God.'
Monday morning rose bright and beautiful; there had been a threatening of a south-easter the day before, but this had entirely disappeared by the morning. Our feelings of joy, that the day had at length arrived which the Church has been desiring for years, were only restrained by a slight fear that some protest or confusion might disturb the solemnity of the Service. We had our own ordinary quiet Morning Service at seven o'clock. Then, after breakfast, the principal work was decoration of the infant school-room with banners and flowers, and the preparation of tables for a lunch, to be partaken of immediately after the Service. The Service was to begin at half-past eleven, but the cathedral was crowded long before. At length, the choir, who had robed in the VOL. 7.