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A Glimpse of His Face.

I have seen what it may be to live:
O God, can it be
That Thou, in Thy fullness, wilt give
Thyself unto me?
Even here, in my every-day round,
Thy Face may I meet?
May the sod I am treading be found
A path for Thy feet?
If this be not so, then in vain
Am I living at all:
But Thy beckoning summons is plain,
Thy awakening call.
—Soul, rouse thee, and lift up thine eyes,
For the sun is arisen!
Yet the seed in the frozen earth lies
Like a spirit in prison.
God sends thee to visit, through shade,
Hidden germs of His love;

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To shine with His warmth wast thou made,
As He shineth above.
Yea, thou, if escaped from earth's night,
Art alive from thy root
With His freshness; a plant of His light;
A stem for His fruit.
O great, humbling vision, to see
In our weakness His power!
A gleam of His radiance to be!
His planting, His flower!
To grow with these fair growths of His,
The cultured, the wild;
To breathe out the breath of His bliss
From His bosom,—His child!
O vision of God, stir within
Unto heavenly birth!
Shine, Christ, through the midnight of sin,
On our souls and the earth!