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October 2 OUR HOME
“Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.”—
Ps. xc. 1.
O Father, unto Thee I call
Who hearest me, and hearest all
And every sinner's patient plea;
Descend in mercy and in might,
And roll the glory of Thy Light
Around me like a living sea.
Though from the darkness and the dust
I cry with penitential trust,
And in the bondage of my fear;
Yet out of blessèd Love's blue sky
And its great calm eternity,
O Father, hear.
Who hearest me, and hearest all
And every sinner's patient plea;
Descend in mercy and in might,
And roll the glory of Thy Light
Around me like a living sea.
Though from the darkness and the dust
I cry with penitential trust,
And in the bondage of my fear;
Yet out of blessèd Love's blue sky
And its great calm eternity,
O Father, hear.
O Father, I am sure that Thou
Art with me in Thy Fulness now,
As surely as the sun and air;
I drink Thy Spirit when I go
About my daily tasks below,
And all in Thee alone is fair.
Thou art my Manna and sweet Well,
And in Thy Presence do I dwell
Beneath its secret dazzling dome;
And if I lodge awhile on earth
In flesh and feel its utter dearth,
Thou art my Home.
Art with me in Thy Fulness now,
As surely as the sun and air;
I drink Thy Spirit when I go
About my daily tasks below,
And all in Thee alone is fair.
Thou art my Manna and sweet Well,
And in Thy Presence do I dwell
Beneath its secret dazzling dome;
And if I lodge awhile on earth
In flesh and feel its utter dearth,
Thou art my Home.
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