 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE SHADOW
There is a Shadow deep,
That darkens with the years,
Where sufferers sadly watch and weep—
The shadow of our fears.
That darkens with the years,
Where sufferers sadly watch and weep—
The shadow of our fears.
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There is a shadow dim,
That lightens as we look;
Shed by the brooding love of Him,
Who once our nature took.
That lightens as we look;
Shed by the brooding love of Him,
Who once our nature took.
There is a shadow bright,
That broadens as we go;
A shadow that is all our light,
When tears of trouble flow.
That broadens as we go;
A shadow that is all our light,
When tears of trouble flow.
There is a shadow sweet,
That streams from Jesu's hand;
That stays the weary waiting feet,
And strengthens hope to stand.
That streams from Jesu's hand;
That stays the weary waiting feet,
And strengthens hope to stand.
There is a shadow soft,
By “clouds of glory” made;
And sinners seek that shelter oft,
Who once have felt its shade.
By “clouds of glory” made;
And sinners seek that shelter oft,
Who once have felt its shade.
There is a shadow calm,
Poured from the gates of Life;
That for each bruise has precious balm,
In stillness as in strife.
Poured from the gates of Life;
That for each bruise has precious balm,
In stillness as in strife.
There is a shadow fair,
That nothing false can give;
When Truth sets up its cross of care,
For those that look and live.
That nothing false can give;
When Truth sets up its cross of care,
For those that look and live.
There is a shadow yet,
That has no part in night;
The shadow of the dreadful debt,
Which Love has changed to light.
That has no part in night;
The shadow of the dreadful debt,
Which Love has changed to light.
There is a shadow cast,
On cruel scorn and scars;
By Mercy blotting out the past,
And turning stains to stars.
On cruel scorn and scars;
By Mercy blotting out the past,
And turning stains to stars.
There is a shadow dear,
That draws us near to grace;
Told by the timid unshed tear,
The wan and wistful face.
That draws us near to grace;
Told by the timid unshed tear,
The wan and wistful face.
There is a shadow shown,
Though ne'er a cloud is by;
From troubles that are all unknown,
And depths that round us lie.
Though ne'er a cloud is by;
From troubles that are all unknown,
And depths that round us lie.
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There is a shadow rare,
From overflowing rays;
When all the inner life is prayer,
And all the outward praise.
From overflowing rays;
When all the inner life is prayer,
And all the outward praise.
There is a shadow wrought,
Like that of temple walls;
The shadow of a holy thought,
That blesses where it falls.
Like that of temple walls;
The shadow of a holy thought,
That blesses where it falls.
There is a shadow felt,
When not a glimpse is seen;
From angels that have with us dwelt,
And joys that might have been.
When not a glimpse is seen;
From angels that have with us dwelt,
And joys that might have been.
There is a shadow glad,
Beyond the gloom of Time;
Left by the glorious deeds, that had
Their fount in faith sublime.
Beyond the gloom of Time;
Left by the glorious deeds, that had
Their fount in faith sublime.
There is a shadow wreathed,
Round all our brightest bliss;
By gayest sounds of music breathed,
And in the sweetest kiss.
Round all our brightest bliss;
By gayest sounds of music breathed,
And in the sweetest kiss.
There is a shadow here,
In every act and aim;
It binds the cradle to the bier,
The shadow of our shame.
In every act and aim;
It binds the cradle to the bier,
The shadow of our shame.
There is a shadow set,
For ever at our side;
When sickness haunts and sorrows fret,
Our truest, tenderest guide.
For ever at our side;
When sickness haunts and sorrows fret,
Our truest, tenderest guide.
There is a shadow sure,
Though all the world be loss;
Where Christ has fixed His palace pure;
The shadow of the Cross.
Though all the world be loss;
Where Christ has fixed His palace pure;
The shadow of the Cross.
There is a shadow thrown
O'er every living bloom;
Which He through dying made His own,
The shadow of the tomb.
O'er every living bloom;
Which He through dying made His own,
The shadow of the tomb.
There is a shadow still,
A new and nobler text,
For wanderers in this world of ill—
The shadow of the next.
A new and nobler text,
For wanderers in this world of ill—
The shadow of the next.
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There is one shadow more,
To close this passing breath;
The burden that our Saviour bore,
The shadow that is death.
To close this passing breath;
The burden that our Saviour bore,
The shadow that is death.
Then let us humbly pray,
While still the darkness lours;
That when the shadow flees away,
The substance may be ours.
While still the darkness lours;
That when the shadow flees away,
The substance may be ours.
Christ is the living Truth,
That all the shadows teach;
In gloomy age and clouded youth,
He is the Sun of each.
That all the shadows teach;
In gloomy age and clouded youth,
He is the Sun of each.
And in His city bright,
One shadow yet remains;
Shed in the sweet excess of light,
By Love that never wanes.
One shadow yet remains;
Shed in the sweet excess of light,
By Love that never wanes.
His gates are never shut,
On faith that waits and clings;
The shadow most we dread, is but
The shadow of His wings.
On faith that waits and clings;
The shadow most we dread, is but
The shadow of His wings.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |