One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[I sit before Him, and it draws to night] |
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[I sit before Him, and it draws to night]
“If Thou canst believe; all things are possible to him that believeth.”
I sit before Him, and it draws to night,
But now with new-born hope I'll wait;
For some have learn'd that yet He giveth sight,
Who heal'd the poor blind beggar desolate.
O Son of David, in Thy mercy great,
Hear me, that I may thank Thee for like grace;
O Light, Light, Light,
Of old one blind, believed, and saw Thy face,
Light of the world, Lord Christ, compassionate.
But now with new-born hope I'll wait;
For some have learn'd that yet He giveth sight,
Who heal'd the poor blind beggar desolate.
O Son of David, in Thy mercy great,
Hear me, that I may thank Thee for like grace;
O Light, Light, Light,
Of old one blind, believed, and saw Thy face,
Light of the world, Lord Christ, compassionate.
I do not ask Thee for my poor dimm'd eyes,
Only, that they may see the sun;
Give pardon, Christ, give, give in anywise,
The light within, the better day begun;
Tell me Thou lov'st me, and I'll kiss the rod,
Then give, what Thou wilt give to me undone;
O God, God, God,
Rise on my darken'd soul, in pity rise,
Helper and Healer, God, my holy one.
Only, that they may see the sun;
Give pardon, Christ, give, give in anywise,
The light within, the better day begun;
Tell me Thou lov'st me, and I'll kiss the rod,
Then give, what Thou wilt give to me undone;
O God, God, God,
Rise on my darken'd soul, in pity rise,
Helper and Healer, God, my holy one.
All things are possible to Thy great might;
'Tis not new things that I would know,
Give the old faith to trust and crave aright,
Lord, 'tis but eighteen hundred years ago
(One day with Thee) since Thou gav'st many sight;
Pray with me, O my friends, that I may see;
O Light, Light, Light,
Give me but faith, I look, I wait for Thee,
Light of the world, Lord Christ, that healeth me.
'Tis not new things that I would know,
Give the old faith to trust and crave aright,
Lord, 'tis but eighteen hundred years ago
(One day with Thee) since Thou gav'st many sight;
Pray with me, O my friends, that I may see;
O Light, Light, Light,
Give me but faith, I look, I wait for Thee,
Light of the world, Lord Christ, that healeth me.
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As in an unknown tongue Thy speech I heard,
Thy promise, “If thou canst believe;”
But now my soul mounts up to meet the word,
Now I restrain Thee not—I will receive,
Embrace, desire, expect the gift downtrod
And doubted,—God, if now Thy will it be;
O God, God, God,
Thou knowest the light is sweet, I cry to Thee,
Who gavest the light of life, give light to me.
Thy promise, “If thou canst believe;”
But now my soul mounts up to meet the word,
Now I restrain Thee not—I will receive,
Embrace, desire, expect the gift downtrod
And doubted,—God, if now Thy will it be;
O God, God, God,
Thou knowest the light is sweet, I cry to Thee,
Who gavest the light of life, give light to me.
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