 | Songs for Sufferers |  |
10
WHERE IS NOT CALVARY?
My sun hath set, and O my dearest Lord,
Full soon Thy stars will shine on goodlier ground
For other lost sheep that Thy love hath found;
But bind the victim closer with the cord
Of sacrifice, Thy life hath worn and bound.
It draws me closer to Thee, lights my lot—
And tell me where Thy Calvary is not.
Full soon Thy stars will shine on goodlier ground
For other lost sheep that Thy love hath found;
But bind the victim closer with the cord
Of sacrifice, Thy life hath worn and bound.
It draws me closer to Thee, lights my lot—
And tell me where Thy Calvary is not.
Yea, in the throbbing head Thou bearest still
The largest portion, and the labouring breast
Emptied of all but Thee is doubly blest;
The sorest pain yet summers in Thy will,
And every pang is of Thy joy possest.
There never was a crown or lovelier loss
Than the great royalty that is Thy Cross.
The largest portion, and the labouring breast
Emptied of all but Thee is doubly blest;
The sorest pain yet summers in Thy will,
And every pang is of Thy joy possest.
There never was a crown or lovelier loss
Than the great royalty that is Thy Cross.
Ah, by the bedside of the afflicted soul,
Where day and night are one and bitter breath
Each gasp that follows gasp, and life is death;
When landmarks fail and suffering is the whole,
Thou art above the trial and beneath.
Though bulwarks fly and vanish time and space,
I clasp some sweet nail in redeeming Grace.
Where day and night are one and bitter breath
Each gasp that follows gasp, and life is death;
When landmarks fail and suffering is the whole,
Thou art above the trial and beneath.
Though bulwarks fly and vanish time and space,
I clasp some sweet nail in redeeming Grace.
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