One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[In great London as I walk'd, and day was dying] |
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[In great London as I walk'd, and day was dying]
“For Thy name's sake, O Lord, pardon mine iniquity, for it is great.”
In great London as I walk'd, and day was dying,
And a shifting throng unended lined the street,
O, my heart it fell a sighing, fell a sighing,
For their want, their burden'd lives, their aching feet.
And a shifting throng unended lined the street,
O, my heart it fell a sighing, fell a sighing,
For their want, their burden'd lives, their aching feet.
Passing on for whom Christ died, for whom He liveth,
Whom He pleadeth with and for from age to age;
Trifler, mourner, outcast, erring, though he giveth
Thought nor care to his great hope and heritage.
Whom He pleadeth with and for from age to age;
Trifler, mourner, outcast, erring, though he giveth
Thought nor care to his great hope and heritage.
O Thy patience, mighty Father! Dost Thou show it
Most to them, or most to us that on Thee call?
Saying, “Lord, we seek Thy way, and yearn to know it;”
While these others whom Thou lovest want for all.
Most to them, or most to us that on Thee call?
Saying, “Lord, we seek Thy way, and yearn to know it;”
While these others whom Thou lovest want for all.
Want the light and air where, dank, all foulness dwelleth
Want the fellowship of saints their hands to take,
Crying, “One are we in Him whose love excelleth;
Mine is thine, and I am thine for Christ His sake.”
Want the fellowship of saints their hands to take,
Crying, “One are we in Him whose love excelleth;
Mine is thine, and I am thine for Christ His sake.”
I that pray, O turn to labour all the praying;
I that know Thee, let me know that I may do;
Live to them for whom Thou diedst, neither weighing
Life nor death, for death shall live, but days are few.
I that know Thee, let me know that I may do;
Live to them for whom Thou diedst, neither weighing
Life nor death, for death shall live, but days are few.
So my prayer shall rise unshamed to Thy pure dwelling,
While the child of shame low kneeleth me beside.
With Thy other sinful children, while I'm telling
Thee my sins, I'll pray Thee thus nor go denied.
While the child of shame low kneeleth me beside.
With Thy other sinful children, while I'm telling
Thee my sins, I'll pray Thee thus nor go denied.
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“Some love darkness more than light, and choose it rather;
Shine and turn them to Thy light, and they shall see.
Bear the burdens of the poor, O tender Father,
Ease the hearts that want, nor know their want is Thee.
Shine and turn them to Thy light, and they shall see.
Bear the burdens of the poor, O tender Father,
Ease the hearts that want, nor know their want is Thee.
“My afflicted God, to these afflicted yearning
Liest Thou low? then bring me low to meet Thee there;
Give me, Christ, Thy poor to teach, that with them learning
I may reach Thy feet and hold them, Thou All-Fair.
Liest Thou low? then bring me low to meet Thee there;
Give me, Christ, Thy poor to teach, that with them learning
I may reach Thy feet and hold them, Thou All-Fair.
“O, to these give hope in life and peace in dying;
Thou hast tasted death, Thou knowest all its sting;
O on me bestow my heart's desire, and sighing
Still to shepherd them for Thee, Thou Shepherd King.”
Thou hast tasted death, Thou knowest all its sting;
O on me bestow my heart's desire, and sighing
Still to shepherd them for Thee, Thou Shepherd King.”
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