One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[Lord Christ, the river is so cold] |
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[Lord Christ, the river is so cold]
“Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.”
Lord Christ, the river is so cold:
None see beyond the gates of gold;
Our dead, once cross'd, have never told
Ought they have found there;
Consider us, that we shall go
Alone through that dark river's flow
Soon, to the land we cannot know,
Though we are bound there.
None see beyond the gates of gold;
Our dead, once cross'd, have never told
Ought they have found there;
Consider us, that we shall go
Alone through that dark river's flow
Soon, to the land we cannot know,
Though we are bound there.
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We see but in life's narrow scope,
For Thee we search, to Thee we grope;
Thou art Thyself our all of hope:
O make hope brighter.
Make Thyself near, make Thyself dear,
Make Thyself strong to vanquish fear;
Make Thyself most belovèd, here,
So dark death lighter.
For Thee we search, to Thee we grope;
Thou art Thyself our all of hope:
O make hope brighter.
Make Thyself near, make Thyself dear,
Make Thyself strong to vanquish fear;
Make Thyself most belovèd, here,
So dark death lighter.
O make us satisfied, that we,
Since Thou hast cross'd, shall surely be
Partakers in Thy life and Thee:
Let fear have ending.
Albeit that sacred voice of Thine
We did not hear in Palestine,
Nor see Thy risen form divine
To God ascending,
Since Thou hast cross'd, shall surely be
Partakers in Thy life and Thee:
Let fear have ending.
Albeit that sacred voice of Thine
We did not hear in Palestine,
Nor see Thy risen form divine
To God ascending,
We have one blessing more than they
Who met Thee on Thy rising day,
Who walk'd beside Thee in the way,
And Thee receivèd:
We know Thy thought to us did lean
When Thou didst say that blissful e'en,
“Blessèd are they that have not seen,
Yet have believèd.”
Who met Thee on Thy rising day,
Who walk'd beside Thee in the way,
And Thee receivèd:
We know Thy thought to us did lean
When Thou didst say that blissful e'en,
“Blessèd are they that have not seen,
Yet have believèd.”
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