One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[A still small voice would fain me rouse] |
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[A still small voice would fain me rouse]
“I will arise.”
A still small voice would fain me rouse:
“Hungry thou art and lone,
Very far from thy Father's house,
And no man heeds thy moan.
“Hungry thou art and lone,
Very far from thy Father's house,
And no man heeds thy moan.
“Come to thyself, what hast thou got
But misery for thy pains?
They grudge thee e'en thine evil lot—
Scant husks and sordid gains.
But misery for thy pains?
They grudge thee e'en thine evil lot—
Scant husks and sordid gains.
“Lo, thou art lost,—and peace no more
About thy path doth shine;
Thou hast no home, and 'tis thy sore
To see the blame all thine.
About thy path doth shine;
Thou hast no home, and 'tis thy sore
To see the blame all thine.
“Thou hast earn'd stripes to rue their smart—
Wholly thou art undone;
No pity—none—but in His heart
Who counts thee yet a son.
Wholly thou art undone;
No pity—none—but in His heart
Who counts thee yet a son.
“O thou poor soul, why wilt thou die?
Thy Father's door stands wide;
A great way off He hears thee cry,
Thou shalt not be denied.
Thy Father's door stands wide;
A great way off He hears thee cry,
Thou shalt not be denied.
“Answer His love, nor fear rebuff,
Thy all of hope there lies;
Answer Him, ‘Lord, it is enough;
Father, I will arise.’”
Thy all of hope there lies;
Answer Him, ‘Lord, it is enough;
Father, I will arise.’”
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