One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[Among the worlds of God lay one] |
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[Among the worlds of God lay one]
“Christ also hath suffered for sins, the just for the unjust,
that He might bring us to God, being put to death in the
flesh, but quickened by the Spirit: by which also He went
and preached unto the spirits in prison; which sometime
were disobedient.”
Among the worlds of God lay one
As if He had rent it from its sun,
And had been will'd to cast it far,
Thrown out where night and darkness are.
A world unblest, a prison dim,
It knew no visitings from Him,
But shook with sighs of them undone,
Whelm'd of the flood they would not shun,
And sent where th' unform'd billow rolls—
The sometime disobedient souls.
As if He had rent it from its sun,
And had been will'd to cast it far,
Thrown out where night and darkness are.
A world unblest, a prison dim,
It knew no visitings from Him,
But shook with sighs of them undone,
Whelm'd of the flood they would not shun,
And sent where th' unform'd billow rolls—
The sometime disobedient souls.
Hark, hark! a cry of keen acclaim,
“What is Thy name?—what is Thy name?”
For lo! into their midst come down
A spirit with a shadowy crown!
A marvel from the dead it stands,
All alien to those unblest lands;
It speaks—unwonted morning breaks,
And the adamantine mountain quakes.
“What is Thy name?—what is Thy name?”
For lo! into their midst come down
A spirit with a shadowy crown!
A marvel from the dead it stands,
All alien to those unblest lands;
It speaks—unwonted morning breaks,
And the adamantine mountain quakes.
We know not more—but let that be;
Is anything too hard for Thee?
Or wert Thou at the end of grace,
At that beginning, in that place?
Is anything too hard for Thee?
Or wert Thou at the end of grace,
At that beginning, in that place?
We trust to them Thy visit came,
For healing of their sins and shame;
To us, who learn not all its scope,
An opening for a door of hope.
For healing of their sins and shame;
To us, who learn not all its scope,
An opening for a door of hope.
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