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WOMAN OF CANAAN.
Once there came a woman weeping,
Weeping to the Savior's feet,
She had left her daughter sleeping
Grievously consumed by heat.
Through the crowd the troubled mother
Striving anxiously to see,
Cried unto the wondrous stranger;
Χριστος, ελεησον με.
Weeping to the Savior's feet,
She had left her daughter sleeping
Grievously consumed by heat.
Through the crowd the troubled mother
Striving anxiously to see,
Cried unto the wondrous stranger;
Χριστος, ελεησον με.
When she saw the Lord had passed her
Heeding not, she worshipped near,
Saying;—Heal her, gentle Master:
Saying;—Holy Master, hear.
Looking on her, Jesus answered;
Think you it is meet to give
Unto dogs the bread of children,
Bread whereby the children live?
Heeding not, she worshipped near,
Saying;—Heal her, gentle Master:
Saying;—Holy Master, hear.
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Think you it is meet to give
Unto dogs the bread of children,
Bread whereby the children live?
But this woman full of sorrow,
Full of woman's hope and love,
Trusting earnestly, did borrow
Wisdom from a source above.
Truth,—she meekly answered, Master,
Yet they have their own award;
For the dogs are fed with fragments
From the table of their Lord.
Full of woman's hope and love,
Trusting earnestly, did borrow
Wisdom from a source above.
Truth,—she meekly answered, Master,
Yet they have their own award;
For the dogs are fed with fragments
From the table of their Lord.
Marvelled much our Lord's disciples,
Such exalted faith to find
In the kneeling Canaanitess.
Unto her no longer blind,
Then said Jesus; As thou willest
Be it to thee even now.
Rise and go unto thy daughter;
Μεγαλη η πιστις σου.
Such exalted faith to find
In the kneeling Canaanitess.
Unto her no longer blind,
Then said Jesus; As thou willest
Be it to thee even now.
Rise and go unto thy daughter;
Μεγαλη η πιστις σου.
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Quick she rose and went rejoicing,
Went rejoicing on her way;
Flew unto the little chamber
Where her child had lain the day.
Pale and heavy-eyed no longer,
Healed and beauteous to see,
Came the maiden to the mother,
Sobbing;—Δοξα σοι, Κυριε.
Went rejoicing on her way;
Flew unto the little chamber
Where her child had lain the day.
Pale and heavy-eyed no longer,
Healed and beauteous to see,
Came the maiden to the mother,
Sobbing;—Δοξα σοι, Κυριε.
Happy in the dread hereafter,
Threefold happy wilt thou be,
Seeing Christ compassionately,
Meek one, looking upon thee.
Then thy heart will beat with gladness,
Saying; Blessedest art thou
Unto whom our Lord has spoken;
Μεγαλη η πιστις σου.
Threefold happy wilt thou be,
Seeing Christ compassionately,
Meek one, looking upon thee.
Then thy heart will beat with gladness,
Saying; Blessedest art thou
Unto whom our Lord has spoken;
Μεγαλη η πιστις σου.
1846.
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