One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[O! that I had wings]
“And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove.”
O! that I had wings,
Then would I flee away and be at rest;
I would go up where rapt the seraph sings,
There would I satisfy my soul oppress'd,
In the white peace above;
And lay me at the feet of God's great love.
O! that I had wings
Like a dove.
Then would I flee away and be at rest;
I would go up where rapt the seraph sings,
There would I satisfy my soul oppress'd,
In the white peace above;
And lay me at the feet of God's great love.
O! that I had wings
Like a dove.
Trembling cometh over me;
They whom Thou hast died to free,
Bind; whom thou hast loved, despise;—
Aliens each in other's eyes.
They whom Thou hast died to free,
Bind; whom thou hast loved, despise;—
Aliens each in other's eyes.
O! that bitter words might cease,
That my portion might be peace;
O! that love Thy Church might bless,
While she walks this wilderness.
That my portion might be peace;
O! that love Thy Church might bless,
While she walks this wilderness.
Woe is me for hate and scorn,
Wounding stings of envy born;
When the kneeling saint doth scoff,
What shall be the end thereof?
Wounding stings of envy born;
When the kneeling saint doth scoff,
What shall be the end thereof?
Woe is me, because they meet,
Ay, and strive at Thine own feet
At Thy cross, for us who bled
Saviour; and I said, I said,—
Ay, and strive at Thine own feet
At Thy cross, for us who bled
Saviour; and I said, I said,—
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“O! that I had wings,
Then would I flee away and be at rest,
I would go up where rapt the seraph sings,
There would I satisfy my soul oppress'd,
In the white peace above;
And lay me at the feet of God's great love;
O! that I had wings
Like a dove.
Then would I flee away and be at rest,
I would go up where rapt the seraph sings,
There would I satisfy my soul oppress'd,
In the white peace above;
And lay me at the feet of God's great love;
O! that I had wings
Like a dove.
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