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SANCTUARY!
“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Good Lord Jesus, ope to see
Two tired travellers at Thy gate,
Wan and worn and desolate,
Who all night have wanderèd
On Death's weary waste,” she said.
Good Lord Jesus, ope to see
Two tired travellers at Thy gate,
Wan and worn and desolate,
Who all night have wanderèd
On Death's weary waste,” she said.
“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Fair Thy lighted casements be:
Streams the rose-light through Thy door,
And the song rings evermore;
But outside the night is black,
And a foe is on our track.
Fair Thy lighted casements be:
Streams the rose-light through Thy door,
And the song rings evermore;
But outside the night is black,
And a foe is on our track.
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“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
I am weak, and weak is he;
Icy dews are on his head—
On his hair's young gold,” she said;
“And our eyes are blind with tears,
And our hearts are cold with fears.
I am weak, and weak is he;
Icy dews are on his head—
On his hair's young gold,” she said;
“And our eyes are blind with tears,
And our hearts are cold with fears.
“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Many a long mile travelled we—
I in life, and he in death,
Fared by many a lonely heath,
Seeking still this palace hall
Where Thou holdest festival.
Many a long mile travelled we—
I in life, and he in death,
Fared by many a lonely heath,
Seeking still this palace hall
Where Thou holdest festival.
“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Stirs the tender heart in Thee?
Lo! two weary souls that stand,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand,
Where the shadow thickeneth—
One in life, and one in death!
Stirs the tender heart in Thee?
Lo! two weary souls that stand,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand,
Where the shadow thickeneth—
One in life, and one in death!
“Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Still unweary pleaded she.
“Lo! Thine own lamb, at Thy gate,
Whom didst early seek and late,
Whom didst ransom with Thy Blood;—
Ope, Lord Jesus, dear and good!”
Still unweary pleaded she.
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Whom didst early seek and late,
Whom didst ransom with Thy Blood;—
Ope, Lord Jesus, dear and good!”
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Was the Bridegroom fair to see,
Sitting at the table-head
Where His shining Supper spread;
Fair the guests, all clad in white,
Each clear brow enaureoled bright.
Was the Bridegroom fair to see,
Sitting at the table-head
Where His shining Supper spread;
Fair the guests, all clad in white,
Each clear brow enaureoled bright.
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
And the gold cup lifted He,
With His lovely eyes ashine,
Brake the bread, and poured the wine.
Sudden through the banquet-hall
Rang the sweet insistent call.
And the gold cup lifted He,
With His lovely eyes ashine,
Brake the bread, and poured the wine.
Sudden through the banquet-hall
Rang the sweet insistent call.
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
“Lo! is one that calleth Me!”
Oh, the Bridegroom goeth fast
With a sudden tender haste,
Flings the gold door open wide—
Midnight, and the storm outside!
“Lo! is one that calleth Me!”
Oh, the Bridegroom goeth fast
With a sudden tender haste,
Flings the gold door open wide—
Midnight, and the storm outside!
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Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
“Thou hast tarried long,” saith He;
And His lamb He gathereth,
Weak and drenched with dews of death.
One hath turned her round and gone
Back to earth—alone, alone.
“Thou hast tarried long,” saith He;
And His lamb He gathereth,
Weak and drenched with dews of death.
One hath turned her round and gone
Back to earth—alone, alone.
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