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THE MASTER'S WILL |
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THE MASTER'S WILL
Thou new-annealed, who in thy love dost ache
To pour out suffering nard-like on His feet,
'Tis great things thou art fain to do; His wheat
Sow, reap and thresh, nor any wages take;
The stones upon His roadway sit and break;
Panting and thirsty, for the desperate heat,
Or shivering in the heavy wind and sleet;
Only to suffer, suffer for His sake.
To pour out suffering nard-like on His feet,
'Tis great things thou art fain to do; His wheat
Sow, reap and thresh, nor any wages take;
The stones upon His roadway sit and break;
Panting and thirsty, for the desperate heat,
Or shivering in the heavy wind and sleet;
Only to suffer, suffer for His sake.
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And what if thus the Lover of lovers said;
“Not thine the way of brake and tearing brier;
Not thine the torment of the frost and fire;
I give thee gladness, of My passion bred;
I give thee joy; and this is My desire
Thou keep its morning-dew upon thy head.”
“Not thine the way of brake and tearing brier;
Not thine the torment of the frost and fire;
I give thee gladness, of My passion bred;
I give thee joy; and this is My desire
Thou keep its morning-dew upon thy head.”
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