 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE STRAYED ANGEL..
—9 SEPT. 1886
From Heaven she came, and therefore could not stay
Long on her earthly track;
She was an angel, who had lost her way,
Till Jesus called her back.
Long on her earthly track;
She was an angel, who had lost her way,
Till Jesus called her back.
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She heard the melodies, that round us lie,
The sweep of golden strings;
And passed through conquered death, but did not die—
She only spread her wings.
The sweep of golden strings;
And passed through conquered death, but did not die—
She only spread her wings.
To Heaven she went, when she no more could win
New triumphs for her love;
The door was open, and God took her in—
One little step above.
New triumphs for her love;
The door was open, and God took her in—
One little step above.
Her home of peace and happiness was there,
Known if not fully seen;
And she would fain at last herself, be where
Her heart had ever been.
Known if not fully seen;
And she would fain at last herself, be where
Her heart had ever been.
Ah, she was weary as a weary child,
Who does her Father's will;
Who braves the tempest, though the winds are wild,
Faint yet pursuing still.
Who does her Father's will;
Who braves the tempest, though the winds are wild,
Faint yet pursuing still.
And when she scarcely held, (nor port seemed nigh),
The heavy cross she bore;
The last rough wave just washed her safe and high,
Upon the Shining Shore.
The heavy cross she bore;
The last rough wave just washed her safe and high,
Upon the Shining Shore.
And the last angry blast, that on her beat,—
Nor would she any miss—
But wafted her to the dear Saviour's seat,
And mingled with His kiss.
Nor would she any miss—
But wafted her to the dear Saviour's seat,
And mingled with His kiss.
The gentle spirit, that was sorely prest,
Nor once her task denied,
Hath now returned as to her native rest,
And she is satisfied.
Nor once her task denied,
Hath now returned as to her native rest,
And she is satisfied.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |