The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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July 11 NOT WITH WORDS
“Be silent, O all flesh, before the Lord: for he is raised
up out of his holy habitation.”—Zech. ii. 13.
There is a time for Silence, when is won
The glory and the vision,
And face to face the Father meets the son
In faith's full clear decision;
Speech were profane at such an hour, when earth
Seems like a leaf to flutter,
And love has cast round it and Heaven a girth
Of joy it cannot utter.
The glory and the vision,
And face to face the Father meets the son
In faith's full clear decision;
Speech were profane at such an hour, when earth
Seems like a leaf to flutter,
And love has cast round it and Heaven a girth
Of joy it cannot utter.
There is a time for Silence, as we first
Stand in the Presence Holy,
While God reveals the truth for which we thirst
And wheels of life go slowly;
When we who gather at the solemn Feast
See that dear Body broken,
The Precious Blood's outpouring for the least—
O what could then be spoken?
Stand in the Presence Holy,
While God reveals the truth for which we thirst
And wheels of life go slowly;
When we who gather at the solemn Feast
See that dear Body broken,
The Precious Blood's outpouring for the least—
O what could then be spoken?
There is a time for Silence, and to keep
Watch just at prayer's white portal,
Betwixt the rose of sunrise and the deep
Full light of the immortal;
Then humblest words were vain and all unfit
The breath of one petition,
When on the border of the Infinite
We wait the last transition.
Watch just at prayer's white portal,
Betwixt the rose of sunrise and the deep
Full light of the immortal;
Then humblest words were vain and all unfit
The breath of one petition,
When on the border of the Infinite
We wait the last transition.
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