One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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ASCENSION DAY. |
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ASCENSION DAY.
“He was parted from them, and carried up into heaven.”
Thou art gone up, a throne to share,
Yet doth Thy man's heart, even there,
Partaker of man's yearning care,
Love to the end.
The odours of Thine incense fill
The Temple courts, the heavenly hill,
Offer'd with prayers of saints that still
Thither ascend.
Yet doth Thy man's heart, even there,
Partaker of man's yearning care,
Love to the end.
The odours of Thine incense fill
The Temple courts, the heavenly hill,
Offer'd with prayers of saints that still
Thither ascend.
In love's sweet suffering Thou dost stand,
Touch'd for their tears, Thy pilgrim band,
Who all their griefs in this dark land
To Thee commend;
And mourn, nor think their heavenward quest
Answers the yearning of Thy breast,
Till they to Thee, Who art their rest,
Thither ascend.
Touch'd for their tears, Thy pilgrim band,
Who all their griefs in this dark land
To Thee commend;
And mourn, nor think their heavenward quest
Answers the yearning of Thy breast,
Till they to Thee, Who art their rest,
Thither ascend.
Blest Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Wounded Thou art full oft again,
For such as fruitless still remain,
Or wanderers wend;
Or like another Eve, the tree
Forbidden, aye desiring see,
Nor heart and mind in heaven—to Thee,
Thither ascend.
Wounded Thou art full oft again,
For such as fruitless still remain,
Or wanderers wend;
Or like another Eve, the tree
Forbidden, aye desiring see,
Nor heart and mind in heaven—to Thee,
Thither ascend.
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Spare us this sin, this evil part,
To wound again Thy sacred heart;
But still to draw us where Thou art,
Priest, Saviour, Friend,
Make bright Thy stars—Thy churches, seven
Full fill with Thy celestial leaven,
Till all the saints with hearts in heaven
Thither ascend.
To wound again Thy sacred heart;
But still to draw us where Thou art,
Priest, Saviour, Friend,
Make bright Thy stars—Thy churches, seven
Full fill with Thy celestial leaven,
Till all the saints with hearts in heaven
Thither ascend.
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