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WHAT HAVE I TO DO WITH THEE?
What have I to do with Thee,
Jesus Christ of Nazareth?
I, whose hardness did to death
One Who left His heaven for me:
I, who looked upon Thy Tree,
Saw Thy friends their vigils keep,
While mine eyes refused to weep—
What have I to do with Thee?
Jesus Christ of Nazareth?
I, whose hardness did to death
One Who left His heaven for me:
I, who looked upon Thy Tree,
Saw Thy friends their vigils keep,
While mine eyes refused to weep—
What have I to do with Thee?
What have I to do with Thee?—
To Thy feet, O Master, borne,
And beneath Thy banner sworn
Aye to fight and manfully—
What have I to do with Thee?
Fed with bread of Thee that speaks,
Slavedom's cucumbers and leeks,
Egypt's flesh-pots would I see.
To Thy feet, O Master, borne,
And beneath Thy banner sworn
Aye to fight and manfully—
What have I to do with Thee?
Fed with bread of Thee that speaks,
Slavedom's cucumbers and leeks,
Egypt's flesh-pots would I see.
What have I to do with Thee?
See my breast to Thee is bare—
Lord, I cannot feel nor care,
Dead my heart is verily;
Even Thy depth of agony,
Even Thy awful strength of love,
Moves me not, ah, will not move;—
What have I to do with Thee?
See my breast to Thee is bare—
Lord, I cannot feel nor care,
Dead my heart is verily;
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Even Thy awful strength of love,
Moves me not, ah, will not move;—
What have I to do with Thee?
What have I to do with Thee?
These were words that devils used;
Must I speak them, who refused
In Thy saving saved to be?
Fallen and ruined utterly,
I, soul-suicide, confess
Matchless truth and righteousness,
Who have nought to do with Thee.
These were words that devils used;
Must I speak them, who refused
In Thy saving saved to be?
Fallen and ruined utterly,
I, soul-suicide, confess
Matchless truth and righteousness,
Who have nought to do with Thee.
Jesus, Jesus, stoop to me;
From the sea of sin high-waved
Save me, for I will be saved;—
What have I to do with Thee?
Make me mourn full bitterly,
Make mine eyes with tears out-gush,
Make mine hardened forehead blush;—
What have I to do with Thee?
From the sea of sin high-waved
Save me, for I will be saved;—
What have I to do with Thee?
Make me mourn full bitterly,
Make mine eyes with tears out-gush,
Make mine hardened forehead blush;—
What have I to do with Thee?
What have I to do with Thee?
I am here, and will not go
Till the touch Thou do bestow
Of Thine healing hand on me.
Bound and fettered, set me free;
Freed one, for Thy servant take;
This the prayer of prayers I make;
This have I to do with Thee.
I am here, and will not go
Till the touch Thou do bestow
Of Thine healing hand on me.
Bound and fettered, set me free;
Freed one, for Thy servant take;
This the prayer of prayers I make;
This have I to do with Thee.
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