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One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads

Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow]

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[Mighty and merciful, to Thee]

“He dwelleth with you and shall be in you.”

Mighty and merciful, to Thee
A wearied spirit yearns,
That fain as sacred fire would be,
Which ever mounts and burns.
Mine eyes attend till night shall flee,
And come day's golden rim;
As in Thy shrine of old—with me
The lamp of God burns dim.
I dwell as, in the days of yore,
They dwelt, who loved and fear'd,
When Christ within the fasten'd door
Appear'd and disappear'd:
I dwell as they who blest their day,
When Christ made void the tomb,
Between a glory going away—
A glory yet to come:
At rest in hope of sins forgiven
I walk, His follower true;
But O to share on this side heaven,
That promised glory too.
For all Christ died, and once for all,
No souls in Him are lost;
But 'tis for each the flame must fall,
The dower at Pentecost.

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My breaking heart for this good hour
The very heavens would stir;
He is not come, with Whom is power,
The Lord, the Comforter.
Rise, wind of God! Burn sacred flame!
This stammering tongue set free;
And over sins, and sloth, and shame,
Give Thine own victory.