One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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FRIDAY.
“It was the eve of the Sabbath.”
As on this day the Lamb, the Sacrifice,
Gave up His breath and closed His darkening eyes;
As on this day within the tomb was laid,—
Consider it, my soul, and be afraid.
Gave up His breath and closed His darkening eyes;
As on this day within the tomb was laid,—
Consider it, my soul, and be afraid.
And say not thou, “He died, and it is done,”
For yet He dieth for man—th' Eternal Son;
Slain first, the Lord of life, when death came in,
And Eve put forth her hand to her first sin.
For yet He dieth for man—th' Eternal Son;
Slain first, the Lord of life, when death came in,
And Eve put forth her hand to her first sin.
Then Christ, who was her life, died in her soul,
And still dies daily as the ages roll.
Albeit a way He found to raise us more
And set man higher than he was before.
And still dies daily as the ages roll.
Albeit a way He found to raise us more
And set man higher than he was before.
And was it once—but once—the King of Love,
To save the lost, forsook His home above?
Perhaps, e'en now, some other world astray
Beholds His death and hews His grave to-day.
To save the lost, forsook His home above?
Perhaps, e'en now, some other world astray
Beholds His death and hews His grave to-day.
O Thou that gavest all, I would receive
All at Thy hand, and tremble and believe
Thou dost me clear of guilt, great Father, make;
Now would I loathe my sins for Thy Son's sake.
All at Thy hand, and tremble and believe
Thou dost me clear of guilt, great Father, make;
Now would I loathe my sins for Thy Son's sake.
I ask Thee not a lenient God to be;
Rather to make me what Thou lov'st to see;
Then look upon me in my Head, and know
What goodness and what grace once lived below.
Rather to make me what Thou lov'st to see;
Then look upon me in my Head, and know
What goodness and what grace once lived below.
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I also look on Him as one full fain
To grow into His likeness—to attain,
Reflected from His face some ray divine,
Caught of that pureness which doth round Him shine.
To grow into His likeness—to attain,
Reflected from His face some ray divine,
Caught of that pureness which doth round Him shine.
Albeit the copy be so faint, so dim,
Yet one day I shall truly be like Him;
And all my heart's desire and all my prayer
Is at His feet to lie, and thank Thee there.
Yet one day I shall truly be like Him;
And all my heart's desire and all my prayer
Is at His feet to lie, and thank Thee there.
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