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The Writing on the Ground.
“Jesus stooped down and wrote upon the ground:”Lost are the words traced by His finger there;
But still His characters divinely fair
About our feet, in lines of light, are found.
He stoops, and snowdrops start to life all round;
His finger wakes the violets everywhere;
The lilies of the field His message bear,
And primrose banks with thoughts of peace are crowned.
Ah, Lord, stoop lower still, and on the floor
Of my dim way-worn heart Thy blessing write;
The Spirit is Thy finger evermore,
Oh may I feel its touch, like rays of light,
Awaking me to trust Thee and adore,
And bud and blossom always in Thy sight!
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