One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[Was never sight so wondrous given?] |
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[Was never sight so wondrous given?]
“Why stand ye gazing.”
Was never sight so wondrous given?
Yet angels talk with them that see;
“Why stand ye gazing up to heaven,”
They ask, “ye men of Galilee?”
Yet angels talk with them that see;
“Why stand ye gazing up to heaven,”
They ask, “ye men of Galilee?”
“What should we do, but ever gaze?
The earth is void, the heavens are cleft
Of Him gone up the steep highways
To God,—this hour are we bereft.
The earth is void, the heavens are cleft
Of Him gone up the steep highways
To God,—this hour are we bereft.
“Lo, love cries upward, hope is cross'd,
We, following glad through tears would fall,
E'en rapt with our sweet listening lost,—
The blessèd One, the all in all.
We, following glad through tears would fall,
E'en rapt with our sweet listening lost,—
The blessèd One, the all in all.
“Once from our boats He taught, He trod,
Alas, unknown, the field, the shore;
To-day He was our present God,
And we shall see His face no more.
Alas, unknown, the field, the shore;
To-day He was our present God,
And we shall see His face no more.
“Why, O ye white ones, question thus?
The Christ for heaven bereaves His own,
And what is left on earth for us
But still to gaze where He is gone?”
The Christ for heaven bereaves His own,
And what is left on earth for us
But still to gaze where He is gone?”
The angels answer. “Lo,” they say,
While steadfast eyes those watchers strain,
“This Jesus, caught to heaven to-day,
Shall in like manner come again.”
While steadfast eyes those watchers strain,
“This Jesus, caught to heaven to-day,
Shall in like manner come again.”
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“His feet on Olivet shall stand;
Ay, this same Jesus shall come down.”—
Spare Him, O God, from Thy right hand,
Most holy Saviour, take Thy crown.
Ay, this same Jesus shall come down.”—
Spare Him, O God, from Thy right hand,
Most holy Saviour, take Thy crown.
Son of the Father, hear: our night
Is dark, Thy mourners wait and yearn.
O Lamb of God, O Light of Light,
O Love of Love, return, return!
Is dark, Thy mourners wait and yearn.
O Lamb of God, O Light of Light,
O Love of Love, return, return!
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