The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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October 20 TO-DAY
“In thy presence is fulness of joy.”—Ps. xvi. 11.
He is present, and I love Him,
Though my lips do sometimes pout,
For the sunshine is above Him—
And I cannot walk without.
There is no one like my Master
In His Mercy and His Might,
So betwixt me and disaster—
He is Present, and is Light.
Let me lean in all my blindness
When uncertainly I plod,
Just upon the guardian kindness
Of the Very Present God.
Though my lips do sometimes pout,
For the sunshine is above Him—
And I cannot walk without.
There is no one like my Master
In His Mercy and His Might,
So betwixt me and disaster—
He is Present, and is Light.
Let me lean in all my blindness
When uncertainly I plod,
Just upon the guardian kindness
Of the Very Present God.
He is Present, and I hold Him—
Nay, He claspeth me about,
And these arms that would enfold Him—
For I cannot live without.
'Mid the cry of earth's carousals,
In the tumult and the strife,
O I think of our espousals—
He is Present, and is Life.
Through the bitter woe and welter,
Then a staff becomes His rod;
Even the shadow is the shelter
Of the Very Present God.
Nay, He claspeth me about,
And these arms that would enfold Him—
For I cannot live without.
'Mid the cry of earth's carousals,
In the tumult and the strife,
O I think of our espousals—
He is Present, and is Life.
Through the bitter woe and welter,
Then a staff becomes His rod;
Even the shadow is the shelter
Of the Very Present God.
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