One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[Like a great river Thy love flows] |
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[Like a great river Thy love flows]
“There is a river the streams whereof make glad the city of our God.”
Like a great river Thy love flows,
Let not it run to waste,
I'll dip my hand, so near it goes,
Sure I thereof may taste.
Let not it run to waste,
I'll dip my hand, so near it goes,
Sure I thereof may taste.
I'll lay me down upon its brink
And cry to Thee, “Give, give,
I am athirst; give me to drink.”
He answers, “Drink, and live;
And cry to Thee, “Give, give,
I am athirst; give me to drink.”
He answers, “Drink, and live;
“How deep the water, thirsting soul,
Thou canst not see nor dream;
All is for all, thou hast the whole
Of great love's lasting stream.
Thou canst not see nor dream;
All is for all, thou hast the whole
Of great love's lasting stream.
“Yea, all is thine, and I am thine,
Thy thirst, thy longing slake;
Drink, O belovèd, My divine
Sorrow and love partake.
Thy thirst, thy longing slake;
Drink, O belovèd, My divine
Sorrow and love partake.
“Sorrow, for I have sorrow'd much
Over thy sins and shame;
Love, for My love is given to such
As think upon My name.
Over thy sins and shame;
Love, for My love is given to such
As think upon My name.
“Thee will I clothe in raiment white,
And give thee a white stone;
Dear shall thy name be in His sight,
By whom 'tis read alone.
And give thee a white stone;
Dear shall thy name be in His sight,
By whom 'tis read alone.
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“Thou shalt have place in this My heart
And hear My heaven-sweet call;
Behold Me offer'd, take thy part
In love's unending all.”
And hear My heaven-sweet call;
Behold Me offer'd, take thy part
In love's unending all.”
I will kneel down, and Thee my whole
Accept, since Thou art won;
There is great silence in my soul
As glory were begun;—
Accept, since Thou art won;
There is great silence in my soul
As glory were begun;—
I will kneel down for my new name,
To thank Thee and to pray,
“Preserve it, Saviour, free from blame
Until the judgment day;—”
To thank Thee and to pray,
“Preserve it, Saviour, free from blame
Until the judgment day;—”
I will kneel down, in white robes clad,
And from its bordering sod,
Drink of the river that makes glad
The city of my God.
And from its bordering sod,
Drink of the river that makes glad
The city of my God.
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