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Hymn
Christ's Invitation in the Apocalypse
You, who confess that you are poor,
And blind, and sinful, come to me!
For I have riches that endure,
The sick I heal, the blind make see.
And blind, and sinful, come to me!
For I have riches that endure,
The sick I heal, the blind make see.
Yes, you will come! For well you know,
That you are poor and all things need;
And I have treasures to bestow,
That can the soul make rich indeed.
That you are poor and all things need;
And I have treasures to bestow,
That can the soul make rich indeed.
And you, who say that rich you are,
And needing nothing I can give;
O stand not in your pride afar!
But come to me, and you shall live.
And needing nothing I can give;
O stand not in your pride afar!
But come to me, and you shall live.
For you are naked, poor, and blind,
And wretched, though you know it not;
While you the gold of earth may find,
The heavenly treasures are forgot.
And wretched, though you know it not;
While you the gold of earth may find,
The heavenly treasures are forgot.
I counsel you to buy of me
The gold that has been tried by fire,
Anoint your eyes that you may see,
And buy of me the saints' attire.
The gold that has been tried by fire,
Anoint your eyes that you may see,
And buy of me the saints' attire.
You will not come! For still your sight
Is blinded by the world's bright glare;
In earthly things you take delight,
And naught for things of mine you care.
Is blinded by the world's bright glare;
In earthly things you take delight,
And naught for things of mine you care.
Poem No. 858; c. 23 July 1864
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