 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
CHRIST THE LIGHT.
Out of labyrinths of thought,
Where bewildering gleams confuse,
From our wanderings have we brought
Only broken, tangled clues.
But this one thing certain is:
In Thy world, O God, Thou art!
Wearied with earth's mysteries,
We would rest upon Thy heart!
Where bewildering gleams confuse,
From our wanderings have we brought
Only broken, tangled clues.
But this one thing certain is:
In Thy world, O God, Thou art!
Wearied with earth's mysteries,
We would rest upon Thy heart!
Thou, Immanuel, God with us,
Feelest all our human need:
From Thy guidance glorious
Let no falsehood us mislead!
Only by Thy breath alive,
Only through Thy life complete,
Help us upward still to strive,
In the prints of Thy dear feet!
Feelest all our human need:
From Thy guidance glorious
Let no falsehood us mislead!
Only by Thy breath alive,
Only through Thy life complete,
Help us upward still to strive,
In the prints of Thy dear feet!
As the planets to the sun,
We would moor our souls to Thee;
Kindle us, All-Heavenly One,
Torches of Thy truth to be!
Thou in our humanity,
We as rays of Thee to shine,
Centred, fixed, sustained in Thee,
Light supreme and Life Divine!
We would moor our souls to Thee;
Kindle us, All-Heavenly One,
Torches of Thy truth to be!
Thou in our humanity,
We as rays of Thee to shine,
Centred, fixed, sustained in Thee,
Light supreme and Life Divine!
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