One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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Double Hymn.
“Here am I; send me.”
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My Jesu! In the crowd He walks with sorrow's down-trod sons;He is afflicted in the streets for His afflicted ones.
Lord Jesu, buffeted again while rushing crowds go by,
He pleadeth for His poor unheard, for His oppress'd doth sigh.
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What are these wounds, Thou Love of God, so low that condescends?Alas! Thou'rt wounded in the house, my Jesu, of Thy friends;
I will go down into the streets, for sure Thou beckonest me;
Go down, Thou saviour of my heart, and serve Thy poor with Thee.
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Once the fishers Thine appearingSaw, and cried for aid;
Want and toil behold Thee nearing
Now, no more afraid.
Dear to misery's sons and daughters,
Now Thy visits be,
Walking on the whelming waters
Of their stormy sea.
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My Jesu! On the height He walks a-shepherding His sheep;A little flock, a scatter'd flock new waken'd out of sleep,
For slumber yet their heavy eyes can scarce His beauty see,
And “Who will climb upon the heights and tend this flock for Me?”
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Dear, my Lord Jesu, my desire, the lonely paths are high;The scatter'd flock doth wander oft, and deep the snowdrifts lie;
But in Thy pleasure is my life, Thy will my law shall be;
Lo! I will climb upon the heights and tend this flock for Thee.
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There, one day, O Lord, their onlyTrust, shall sound Thy feet
Coming up the pastures lonely,
In remoteness sweet.
Coming, in the dim, the golden
Dawn ere shadows flee
As Thou camest in ages olden—
Walking on the sea.
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My Jesu! walking on the strand, a ship about to sail,And “All My love to them she bears, is but an unknown tale;
Where is the man will tell My tale and dare the desert sea,
Albeit, he take his life in hand, and sailing meet—with Me?”
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Lord Jesu, I will sail this night, and tell Thy story o'er,E'en though unto the land beloved return the ship no more,
For O sweet death, and O sweet death, if death my dower should be,
Even so come, Lord Jesus,—come, and meet us on the sea.
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When the rent heavens rage and thunder,When the unfriended barque
Beaten of the deep goes under,
Foundering in the dark;
When the yeasty waves all cover,
When the spirits flee—
Meet them, mankind's Lord and lover,
Walking on the sea.
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