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![]() | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ![]() |
‘Now I see.’
‘Now I see!’ But not the parting
Of the melting earth and sky,
Not a vision dread and startling,
Forcing one despairing cry.
But I see the solemn saying,
All have sinned, and all must die;
Holy precepts disobeying,
Guilty all the world must lie.
Bending, silenced, to the dust,
Now I see that God is just.
Of the melting earth and sky,
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Forcing one despairing cry.
But I see the solemn saying,
All have sinned, and all must die;
Holy precepts disobeying,
Guilty all the world must lie.
Bending, silenced, to the dust,
Now I see that God is just.
‘Now I see!’ But not the glory,
Not the face of Him I love,
Not the full and burning story
Of the mysteries above.
But I see what God hath spoken,
How His well-belovèd Son
Kept the laws which man hath broken,
Died for sins which man hath done;
Dying, rising, throned above!
‘Now I see’ that God is Love.
Not the face of Him I love,
Not the full and burning story
Of the mysteries above.
But I see what God hath spoken,
How His well-belovèd Son
Kept the laws which man hath broken,
Died for sins which man hath done;
Dying, rising, throned above!
‘Now I see’ that God is Love.
![]() | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ![]() |