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The Son of Man
The son of Man, where shall he find repose?Ever a homeless wanderer o'er the earth,
No brother's there, no sister's love he knows,
A stranger in the land that gave him birth;
Who will receive the pilgrim on his way,
The cup of water to his dry lips hold?
A prophet's gift the welcome shall repay,
For he a keeper is of Christ's own fold;
He asks no pittance from your earthly store,
He asks your will, your life to him be given;
Give, and the life you lose he will restore,
And lead you onward to the gates of heaven;
Where waits a Father's love to crown your joy,
And banish all the griefs that here annoy.
Poem No. 568; late 1838–early 1839
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