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The School of Jesus.
Come unto me, who live in cumbrous splendour,
'Neath Fashion's despot rule,
And to meek Wisdom's kindly sway surrender
Your hearts in Jesus' school.
'Neath Fashion's despot rule,
And to meek Wisdom's kindly sway surrender
Your hearts in Jesus' school.
No pomp is here of gold and purple flaunting,
No banners proudly spread,
No trumpet's blare, no victor's cruel vaunting,
No field bestrewn with dead.
No banners proudly spread,
No trumpet's blare, no victor's cruel vaunting,
No field bestrewn with dead.
No high-set throne with glittering throngs attendant,
No loud far-sounded name,
Sceptre or sword, or robe with gems resplendent,
To blaze His peaceful fame.
No loud far-sounded name,
Sceptre or sword, or robe with gems resplendent,
To blaze His peaceful fame.
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But contemplation chaste serenely brooding
With clear unclouded face,
High thought that scorns all baser cares intruding
Into God's holy place.
With clear unclouded face,
High thought that scorns all baser cares intruding
Into God's holy place.
And mighty love embracing all things human
In one all-fathering name,
Stamping God's seal on trivial things and common,
With consecrated aim.
In one all-fathering name,
Stamping God's seal on trivial things and common,
With consecrated aim.
The godlike front, the mouth of bold confession,
The conquering glance of truth,
The hand that works with the sure slow progression
Of unrecorded growth.
The conquering glance of truth,
The hand that works with the sure slow progression
Of unrecorded growth.
The breath that blows with quickening vans victorious
O'er realms of thought sublime,
Making our life a golden harvest glorious,
Reaped from the fields of time.
O'er realms of thought sublime,
Making our life a golden harvest glorious,
Reaped from the fields of time.
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In vain, in vain, to rouse your languid leisure,
Ye waste ancestral stores,
Starring with gold your wide-domed halls of pleasure,
And treading pictured floors.
Ye waste ancestral stores,
Starring with gold your wide-domed halls of pleasure,
And treading pictured floors.
In vain from show to show ye drive unsated,
And sights of gay surprise;
The soul's high hunger rests all unabated
From gaze of wondering eyes.
And sights of gay surprise;
The soul's high hunger rests all unabated
From gaze of wondering eyes.
Stir the deep wells of life that flow within you,
Touched by God's genial hand,
And let the chastened sure ambition win you
To serve His high command,
Touched by God's genial hand,
And let the chastened sure ambition win you
To serve His high command,
And cast aside the costly cumbrous splendour
Of Fashion's despot rule,
And to meek Wisdom's kindly sway surrender
Your hearts in Jesus' school.
Of Fashion's despot rule,
And to meek Wisdom's kindly sway surrender
Your hearts in Jesus' school.
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