The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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THE KNOWLEDGE THAT IS
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June 12 THE KNOWLEDGE THAT IS POWER
“Henceforth know we no man after the flesh.”—2 Cor. v. 16.
I know not evil now, for I am dead
To all its sin and sorrow;
The light of larger worlds shines on my head,
It asks no beams to borrow;
Henceforth I have no fetter in the flesh,
This soul has passed the grave, to rise afresh—
Mine is another morrow.
To all its sin and sorrow;
The light of larger worlds shines on my head,
It asks no beams to borrow;
Henceforth I have no fetter in the flesh,
This soul has passed the grave, to rise afresh—
Mine is another morrow.
I simply know my Saviour, and the good
Whereto my hope is married;
I stand amid that blessèd Brotherhood,
For which He toiled and tarried;
How can I farther on my pilgrim road
Along His track still keep the guilty load,
Which on the Cross He carried?
Whereto my hope is married;
I stand amid that blessèd Brotherhood,
For which He toiled and tarried;
How can I farther on my pilgrim road
Along His track still keep the guilty load,
Which on the Cross He carried?
I know old follies and soft vice no more,
Nor cruel mirth and madness,
My eyes behold the shining of the Shore
Beyond the surge of sadness;
For utter love I cannot feel my fears,
While at the very heart of bitterest tears
Springs up a fount of gladness.
Nor cruel mirth and madness,
My eyes behold the shining of the Shore
Beyond the surge of sadness;
For utter love I cannot feel my fears,
While at the very heart of bitterest tears
Springs up a fount of gladness.
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