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MY KINGSHIP.
I sit a sceptred King as on a throne
Aloft in anguish and in grief alone,
While pangs like spear-points bristle;
And my companions are the fangèd stone,
The cruel thorn and thistle.
But yet there is a majesty in pain,
And he who conquers this doth truly reign.
Aloft in anguish and in grief alone,
While pangs like spear-points bristle;
And my companions are the fangèd stone,
The cruel thorn and thistle.
But yet there is a majesty in pain,
And he who conquers this doth truly reign.
The royal robe of misery, who shall tell
Its power and passion, with the master spell
That spurns misgivings under?
I am at times a spirit lost in hell,
But from it wrest rich plunder.
Yea, out of torturning sickness comes the seat
Where God and man as sovereigns rule and meet.
Its power and passion, with the master spell
That spurns misgivings under?
I am at times a spirit lost in hell,
But from it wrest rich plunder.
Yea, out of torturning sickness comes the seat
Where God and man as sovereigns rule and meet.
I would not change my suffering for a bed
Of roses with no thorn to pierce my head,
Without the joy of sorrow;
For to the Crucified I have been wed,
Who is To-day, To-morrow.
I could not see the sun within the sky
Unless I viewed it all from Calvary.
Of roses with no thorn to pierce my head,
Without the joy of sorrow;
For to the Crucified I have been wed,
Who is To-day, To-morrow.
I could not see the sun within the sky
Unless I viewed it all from Calvary.
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