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[The Master comes, and calls for thee]
“The Master is here, and calleth for
thee.”—John xi. 28.
The Master comes, and calls for thee:
Let Him not wait outside the gate,
Knocking to get an entrance free,
For that were but scant courtesy.
Let Him not wait outside the gate,
Knocking to get an entrance free,
For that were but scant courtesy.
It is thyself He fain would meet,
Not raiment fair, nor braided hair,
Nor dainty hands, nor sandalled feet,
Nor features framed His eyes to meet.
Not raiment fair, nor braided hair,
Nor dainty hands, nor sandalled feet,
Nor features framed His eyes to meet.
Just as thou art, go straight to Him
In sorrow's dress of carelessness,
It will not matter what thy trim,
Or that thine eyes with tears are dim.
In sorrow's dress of carelessness,
It will not matter what thy trim,
Or that thine eyes with tears are dim.
Haste to Him, with thy grieving heart
And vexèd mind, in Him to find
Help for the bruised and wounded part—
The mercy of His healing art.
And vexèd mind, in Him to find
Help for the bruised and wounded part—
The mercy of His healing art.
Thou needest Him, He calls for thee,
For when thy need is worst, indeed,
He comes in watchful care to be
The help of thine extremity.
For when thy need is worst, indeed,
He comes in watchful care to be
The help of thine extremity.
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Oh would'st thou strength and comfort get
Make no delay, but go thy way,
Pour out thine heart to Him, and let
His love be poured out into it.
Make no delay, but go thy way,
Pour out thine heart to Him, and let
His love be poured out into it.
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