 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“THOUGH HE SLAY ME”
Though He slay me,
I will lay me
In the dust beneath His feet;
What is trouble,
Were it double,
If it draws to death so sweet?
I will lay me
In the dust beneath His feet;
What is trouble,
Were it double,
If it draws to death so sweet?
Let to-morrow
Bring me sorrow,
Let to-day be rife with wrongs;
In my anguish,
Let me languish;
When I'm weak, yet He is strong.
Bring me sorrow,
Let to-day be rife with wrongs;
In my anguish,
Let me languish;
When I'm weak, yet He is strong.
While I trust Him,
Nought shall thrust Him,
From His empire in my heart;
Hope may leave me,
Time bereave me;
Faith shall never, never part.
Nought shall thrust Him,
From His empire in my heart;
Hope may leave me,
Time bereave me;
Faith shall never, never part.
Wild misgiving,
Death in living,
Doubts may darken as they rise;
In my shrinking—
In my sinking—
Though I know not, He is wise.
Death in living,
Doubts may darken as they rise;
In my shrinking—
In my sinking—
Though I know not, He is wise.
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If my yearnings
Lack returnings,
I can fix my love on Him;
In the Burden,
Hides the Guerdon;
He is Light, when life is dim.
Lack returnings,
I can fix my love on Him;
In the Burden,
Hides the Guerdon;
He is Light, when life is dim.
Welcome losses,
Welcome crosses,
I will bear my master's doom;
Kiss the scourges,
Breast the surges—
Though they take me to the Tomb.
Welcome crosses,
I will bear my master's doom;
Kiss the scourges,
Breast the surges—
Though they take me to the Tomb.
Days of scorning,
Nights of mourning,
Are but steps that guide to God;
Day is drearer,
When I'm nearer
To the summit Christ has trod.
Nights of mourning,
Are but steps that guide to God;
Day is drearer,
When I'm nearer
To the summit Christ has trod.
While I suffer,
Night grows rougher,
But I suffer nought in vain;
Blest and lowly,
Sweet and holy,
Is the fellowship of pain.
Night grows rougher,
But I suffer nought in vain;
Blest and lowly,
Sweet and holy,
Is the fellowship of pain.
Pain and pining,
Are refining,
For the severance of our sin;
Worldly trials,
Man's denials,
Do but make us rich within.
Are refining,
For the severance of our sin;
Worldly trials,
Man's denials,
Do but make us rich within.
Gloom is deepest,
When thou weepest,
Yet the Dawning then is nigh;
Weeping, sighing,
Daily dying,
Are that we no more may die.
When thou weepest,
Yet the Dawning then is nigh;
Weeping, sighing,
Daily dying,
Are that we no more may die.
Come then, faster,
Woe, disaster,
If ye lead the way to life;
All your troubles
Are but bubbles,
On the healing stream of strife.
Woe, disaster,
If ye lead the way to life;
All your troubles
Are but bubbles,
On the healing stream of strife.
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Though my pillows
Be the billows,
Though my bed the thorn and stone;
Sleep is broken,
As a token
That I do not sleep alone.
Be the billows,
Though my bed the thorn and stone;
Sleep is broken,
As a token
That I do not sleep alone.
To have perished
For the cherished,
Is a precious gain from loss;
But a glory,
Passing story,
Crowns the bearers of the Cross.
For the cherished,
Is a precious gain from loss;
But a glory,
Passing story,
Crowns the bearers of the Cross.
Saviour, Brother,
Not another,
Ever shall divide my love;
Fears are treasures,
Pangs are pleasures,
If they fit for Thee above.
Not another,
Ever shall divide my love;
Fears are treasures,
Pangs are pleasures,
If they fit for Thee above.
Though He slay me,
I will stay me
On the only Rock that is;
What is crying?
What is dying?
He is Life, and I am His.
I will stay me
On the only Rock that is;
What is crying?
What is dying?
He is Life, and I am His.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |