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FOUND IN THE TEMPLE
Long since, a sorrowing woman sought her Son;
Among her kinsfolk and acquaintance sought,
And all in vain; till last her footsteps brought
This Mother to God's temple. Daylight shone
Upon her night of tears; her quest was won;
For there she found her Darling. Wisdom-fraught,
One glorious Charity, He sat and wrought
The work His Father gave Him to be done.
Among her kinsfolk and acquaintance sought,
And all in vain; till last her footsteps brought
This Mother to God's temple. Daylight shone
Upon her night of tears; her quest was won;
For there she found her Darling. Wisdom-fraught,
One glorious Charity, He sat and wrought
The work His Father gave Him to be done.
O Jesus, when we seek Thee sorrowing,
Shall we not surely find Thee when we go
Where Thy dear flamelet ever burns to show
Thy Presence in Thy temple. Here we cling
Unto Thy feet, dear Lord who stoopest low
To lift us to the Presence of our King.
Shall we not surely find Thee when we go
Where Thy dear flamelet ever burns to show
Thy Presence in Thy temple. Here we cling
Unto Thy feet, dear Lord who stoopest low
To lift us to the Presence of our King.
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