 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
OUR CHRIST.
In Christ I feel the heart of God
Throbbing from heaven through earth;
Life stirs again within the clod;
Renewed in beauteous birth,
The soul springs up, a flower of prayer,
Breathing His breath out on the air.
Throbbing from heaven through earth;
Life stirs again within the clod;
Renewed in beauteous birth,
The soul springs up, a flower of prayer,
Breathing His breath out on the air.
In Christ I touch the hand of God,
From His pure height reached down,
By blessed ways before untrod,
To lift us to our crown;
Victory that only perfect is
Through loving sacrifice, like His.
From His pure height reached down,
By blessed ways before untrod,
To lift us to our crown;
Victory that only perfect is
Through loving sacrifice, like His.
Holding His hand, my steadied feet
May walk the air, the seas;
On life and death His smile falls sweet,
Lights up all mysteries:
Stranger nor exile can I be
In new worlds where He leadeth me.
May walk the air, the seas;
On life and death His smile falls sweet,
Lights up all mysteries:
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In new worlds where He leadeth me.
Not my Christ only; He is ours;
Humanity's close bond;
Key to its vast, unopened powers,
Dream of our dreams beyond.
What yet we shall be none can tell:
Now are we His, and all is well.
Humanity's close bond;
Key to its vast, unopened powers,
Dream of our dreams beyond.
What yet we shall be none can tell:
Now are we His, and all is well.
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