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THE MEETING
My shadow met, one hour in dream,
With Christ along the flinted road
That led toward the settled weight
Of Duty's load.
The Saviour lifted up his hand
To check me by a gentle touch,
Asking a little in return
For very much.
With Christ along the flinted road
That led toward the settled weight
Of Duty's load.
The Saviour lifted up his hand
To check me by a gentle touch,
Asking a little in return
For very much.
The Christian service of a heart
In tune with what He spoke of old
While preaching Heaven upon the Mount
In words of gold,
This recompense alone He named
Before He smiled and pointed straight
Across the field that had for end
The Vineyard gate.
In tune with what He spoke of old
While preaching Heaven upon the Mount
In words of gold,
This recompense alone He named
Before He smiled and pointed straight
Across the field that had for end
The Vineyard gate.
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That revelation of the truth
Upon a hillside long ago
Was all the Saviour's flock of souls
Could need to know.
What other grief shall wound a world
Of lives astray than shattering loss
When madmen dare to lift the Purse
Above the Cross?
Upon a hillside long ago
Was all the Saviour's flock of souls
Could need to know.
What other grief shall wound a world
Of lives astray than shattering loss
When madmen dare to lift the Purse
Above the Cross?
The hallowed words He spoke, to pour
His fountain to the thirsty few
That walked with Him, are bread and wine
To-day anew.
I serve, commanded by the dream,
The warning hand, the gentle touch;
Giving my little in return
For very much.
His fountain to the thirsty few
That walked with Him, are bread and wine
To-day anew.
I serve, commanded by the dream,
The warning hand, the gentle touch;
Giving my little in return
For very much.
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