The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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The Prisoner of Love | ||
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April 1 THE BREAKER
“The breaker is come up before them: . . . and their king
shall pass before them, and the Lord on the head of them.”
—Micah ii. 13.
The sun is breaking through the cloud,
The bud is breaking on its tree,
And breaking from His shining shroud
The great Christ cometh fair and free;
O watching weep, and weeping pray,
Dear brother, for thy break of day.
The bud is breaking on its tree,
And breaking from His shining shroud
The great Christ cometh fair and free;
O watching weep, and weeping pray,
Dear brother, for thy break of day.
The ground is breaking with the Seed,
The awful Seed of living Life
Eternal, which is Life indeed—
The grave with new creation rife;
O praying watch, and watching weep,
Dear brother, waken from thy sleep.
The awful Seed of living Life
Eternal, which is Life indeed—
The grave with new creation rife;
O praying watch, and watching weep,
Dear brother, waken from thy sleep.
The bonds are breaking one by one
Before His Resurrection Breath,
Which does what is for ever done
And showeth Love is more than death.
O weeping wake, and waking watch,
Dear brother, till He lift thy latch.
Before His Resurrection Breath,
Which does what is for ever done
And showeth Love is more than death.
O weeping wake, and waking watch,
Dear brother, till He lift thy latch.
The bonds are breaking of our pain
And sorrow quite forgets its parts,
It is a blessing and no chain—
The ring and robe of wedding hearts;
O weeping watch, and watching wake,
Dear brother, till all shadows break.
And sorrow quite forgets its parts,
It is a blessing and no chain—
The ring and robe of wedding hearts;
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Dear brother, till all shadows break.
The bars are breaking of our sin
And hell hath lost its fear and power,
For all the world is all akin
And every soul must burst in flower;
O watching weep, and weeping pray,
Dear brother, for the Truth and Way.
And hell hath lost its fear and power,
For all the world is all akin
And every soul must burst in flower;
O watching weep, and weeping pray,
Dear brother, for the Truth and Way.
The Prisoner of Love | ||