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The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ||
This Same Jesus.
‘This same Jesus!’ Oh! how sweetly
Fall those words upon the ear,
Like a swell of far off music,
In a nightwatch still and drear!
Fall those words upon the ear,
Like a swell of far off music,
In a nightwatch still and drear!
He who healed the hopeless leper,
He who dried the widow's tear;
He who changed to health and gladness
Helpless suffering, trembling fear;
He who dried the widow's tear;
He who changed to health and gladness
Helpless suffering, trembling fear;
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He who wandered, poor and homeless,
By the stormy Galilee;
He who on the night-robed mountain
Bent in prayer the wearied knee;
By the stormy Galilee;
He who on the night-robed mountain
Bent in prayer the wearied knee;
He who spake as none had spoken,
Angel-wisdom far above,
All-forgiving, ne'er upbraiding,
Full of tenderness and love;
Angel-wisdom far above,
All-forgiving, ne'er upbraiding,
Full of tenderness and love;
He who gently called the weary,
‘Come and I will give you rest!’
He who loved the little children,
Took them in His arms and blest;
‘Come and I will give you rest!’
He who loved the little children,
Took them in His arms and blest;
He, the lonely Man of sorrows,
'Neath our sin-curse bending low;
By His faithless friends forsaken
In the darkest hours of woe;—
'Neath our sin-curse bending low;
By His faithless friends forsaken
In the darkest hours of woe;—
‘This same Jesus!’ When the vision
Of that last and awful day
Bursts upon the prostrate spirit,
Like a midnight lightning ray;
Of that last and awful day
Bursts upon the prostrate spirit,
Like a midnight lightning ray;
When, else dimly apprehended,
All its terrors seem revealed,
Trumpet knell and fiery heavens,
And the books of doom unsealed;
All its terrors seem revealed,
Trumpet knell and fiery heavens,
And the books of doom unsealed;
Then, we lift our hearts adoring
‘This same Jesus,’ loved and known,
Him, our own most gracious Saviour,
Seated on the great white Throne;
‘This same Jesus,’ loved and known,
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Seated on the great white Throne;
He Himself, and ‘not another,’
He for whom our heart-love yearned
Through long years of twilight waiting,
To His ransomed ones returned!
He for whom our heart-love yearned
Through long years of twilight waiting,
To His ransomed ones returned!
For this word, O Lord, we bless Thee,
Bless our Master's changeless name;
Yesterday, to-day, for ever,
Jesus Christ is still the Same.
Bless our Master's changeless name;
Yesterday, to-day, for ever,
Jesus Christ is still the Same.
The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ||