Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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DRAW IT UP.
The ocean of life is around thee, my brother,
But yet thou abidest in need
And dost give to salvation no heed;
Though the wealth is beside thee, there is not another;
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy heart as a cup!
But yet thou abidest in need
And dost give to salvation no heed;
Though the wealth is beside thee, there is not another;
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy heart as a cup!
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Thou art dying of thirst, when the heavenly water
Bubbles up at thy ignorant feet
And the seeking and solace might meet;
Why not drink of the fountain, that flows not in slaughter?
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy love as a cup!
Bubbles up at thy ignorant feet
And the seeking and solace might meet;
Why not drink of the fountain, that flows not in slaughter?
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy love as a cup!
Thou art pining in plenty, a toiler for nothing,
But seest not light though at hand,
In the port of a neighbourly land,
And the food that is better than riches or clothing;
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy faith as a cup!
But seest not light though at hand,
In the port of a neighbourly land,
And the food that is better than riches or clothing;
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy faith as a cup!
The ocean of life is around thee, poor strayer,
And thou art a wanderer still
Who hast chosen the poison and ill,
When thy lacking calls loudly for penitent prayer;
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy life as a cup!
And thou art a wanderer still
Who hast chosen the poison and ill,
When thy lacking calls loudly for penitent prayer;
Draw it up, draw it up,
Bring thy life as a cup!
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