The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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January 4 THE GREATEST BOON
“He doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of
men.”—Lam. iii. 33.
Give me Thy greatest boon, that fain would try
My shrinking trust, and shapes me thus at length
Forth from the waves of dear adversity,
To grander strength;
Thy peace is there beneath the passion swell,
If now I only heed the imprisoning bound
Or fret at fever sore, and all is well
And Love all round.
My shrinking trust, and shapes me thus at length
Forth from the waves of dear adversity,
To grander strength;
Thy peace is there beneath the passion swell,
If now I only heed the imprisoning bound
Or fret at fever sore, and all is well
And Love all round.
Give me to know that if heaven seem one frown,
And there are natural tears for mortal things;
The very babe sees Christ is looking down,
And feels its wings.
Yea, the first smile that thrills the mother's heart
Reveals the eternal truth that God is good,
And praises, though unconscious of its part,
His Fatherhood.
And there are natural tears for mortal things;
The very babe sees Christ is looking down,
And feels its wings.
Yea, the first smile that thrills the mother's heart
Reveals the eternal truth that God is good,
And praises, though unconscious of its part,
His Fatherhood.
Give me Thyself, with every thorn, and so
It will be small—nay, beautiful and sweet—
And every tear a lesson glad, if slow,
Learnt at Thy feet.
Till I have grown, from many a shattered chain
And many a shameful choice of broken charms,
Into Thine Image, and a child again
Rocked in Thine Arms.
It will be small—nay, beautiful and sweet—
And every tear a lesson glad, if slow,
Learnt at Thy feet.
Till I have grown, from many a shattered chain
And many a shameful choice of broken charms,
Into Thine Image, and a child again
Rocked in Thine Arms.
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