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September 8 GOD'S PICTURE
“Behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not
consumed.”—Exod. iii. 2.
O let me look and look again
Through every day and every hour,
At this great picture world of pain
Which is Thy very Heart in flower;
It is so beautiful that I
Would bare before Thee these rude feet,
Ere, Lord, I venture to draw nigh
Where God Himself and glory meet.
Through every day and every hour,
At this great picture world of pain
Which is Thy very Heart in flower;
It is so beautiful that I
Would bare before Thee these rude feet,
Ere, Lord, I venture to draw nigh
Where God Himself and glory meet.
O let me breathe each passing breath
In awe and wonder at the sight,
And lead me to the larger faith
Which marks Thee most in utter night;
The visions of Thy Law of Love
Beyond these strivings and the stress,
They lift me till I live above
A life of simple Godlikeness.
In awe and wonder at the sight,
And lead me to the larger faith
Which marks Thee most in utter night;
The visions of Thy Law of Love
Beyond these strivings and the stress,
They lift me till I live above
A life of simple Godlikeness.
O let me gaze and gaze until
My soul is soaked in every grace,
And Thou and Thou alone dost fill
With Thy dread Light the dreariest place;
It is too beautiful to bear,
This garment through which Thou dost shine,
And of Thy Grandeur I may wear
My little robe and be Divine.
My soul is soaked in every grace,
And Thou and Thou alone dost fill
With Thy dread Light the dreariest place;
It is too beautiful to bear,
This garment through which Thou dost shine,
And of Thy Grandeur I may wear
My little robe and be Divine.
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