One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[Lord, how Thou lovest! with each one] |
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[Lord, how Thou lovest! with each one]
“The dove found no rest for the sole of her foot.”
Lord, how Thou lovest! with each one,
Yes, every soul Thou bringest in;
'Tis as Thou hadst but one alone,
So fain Thou art that one to win.
Yes, every soul Thou bringest in;
'Tis as Thou hadst but one alone,
So fain Thou art that one to win.
And there is joy reflecting Thine,
E'en joy on earth when dangers pass'd;
Obedience crowns the call divine,
That draws Thy wanderers home at last.
E'en joy on earth when dangers pass'd;
Obedience crowns the call divine,
That draws Thy wanderers home at last.
Not the tired dove (when he did fold
The covering back, and wish for her)
Was to Thy mariner-saint of old
At her alighting welcomer—
The covering back, and wish for her)
Was to Thy mariner-saint of old
At her alighting welcomer—
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O not so welcome! though of Thee
Reveal'd, He knew forlorn of shore
She was a type of all should flee
To mercy's arms for evermore.
Reveal'd, He knew forlorn of shore
She was a type of all should flee
To mercy's arms for evermore.
Thou, from the windows of that ark,
Which floats upon Thy love's wide sea,
Their trembling, wearied wings dost mark,
O Lord, who fainting fly to Thee;
Which floats upon Thy love's wide sea,
Their trembling, wearied wings dost mark,
O Lord, who fainting fly to Thee;
Dost take them in, and on Thy breast
Comfort, and 'neath Thy rule make great;
So, one with Thee, and many that rest
Safe there to God's name dedicate:
Comfort, and 'neath Thy rule make great;
So, one with Thee, and many that rest
Safe there to God's name dedicate:
All sailing to the golden wall,
And serving each in his degree,
For they are all one—even all,
Bound in the bundle of life with Thee.
And serving each in his degree,
For they are all one—even all,
Bound in the bundle of life with Thee.
That life which warms Thy sacred heart
Thy one, Thy all (Thou sayest it) share;
O let me in their life have part,
And love Whose easy yoke they wear.
Thy one, Thy all (Thou sayest it) share;
O let me in their life have part,
And love Whose easy yoke they wear.
Put forth Thy hand, take in my soul,
That in the ark full fain would be;
Live to the whole, and in the whole,
And of the whole, Thy Church and Thee.
That in the ark full fain would be;
Live to the whole, and in the whole,
And of the whole, Thy Church and Thee.
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