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| Table of Contents | |
| Section | Page |
| Start of eBook | 1 |
| Coming to the King | 1 |
| J R HAVERGAL | 2 |
| His Presence | 2 |
| Springs of Peace | 2 |
| The Welcome to the King | 2 |
| God is Love and God is Light | 3 |
| Going to Christ | 4 |
| Cecilia Havergal | 4 |
| Under His Shadow | 4 |
By
Frances Ridley Havergal
Coming to the King.
I came from very far to see
The King of Salem, for I had
been told
Of glory and of wisdom manyfold,
And condescension infinite and free.
Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame,
In that dark lonely land of death, from
whence I came?
I came (but not like Sheba’s queen), alone!
No stately train,
no costly gifts to bring;
No friend at court, save One the King!
I had requests to spread before
His throne,
And I had questions none could solve for me,
Of import deep,
and full of mystery.
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I came and communed with that mighty King
And told Him all
my heart, I cannot say
In mortal ear what communings were they
But wouldst thou know,
So too, and meekly bring
All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear
His voice of love and power
His
answers sweet and clear
O happy end of every weary guest!
He told me all I needed graciously:—
Enough for guidance, and for victory
O’er doubts
and fears enough for quiet rest,
And when some veiled response
I could
not read
It
was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed
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His wisdom and His glories passed before
My wondering eyes in gradual revelation
The house that He had built its strong foundation
Its living stones and, brightening more
and more
For glimpses of that palace far away,
Where all his loyal ones
Shall
dwell with Him for aye.
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True the report that reached my far-off land
Of all His wisdom and
transcendent fame,
Yet I believed not until I came
Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand
The half was never told by
mortal word,
My King exceeded all the fame that I had
heard
Oh happy are His servants!
happy they
Who stand continually before His face,
Ready to do His
will of wisest grace!
My King! is mine such blessedness to-day?
For I too hear
Thy wisdom line by line,
Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance
shine
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Oh,
blessed be the Lord they God who sat
Our King upon His throne
Divine
delight
In the Beloved crowning Thee with might
Honour and majesty supreme
and yet
The strange and Godlike secret opening
thus—
The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to
us!
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What shall I render to my glorious King?
I have but that which I receive from Thee
And what I give, Thou givest back to me,
Transmuted by Thy touch, each
worthless thing
Changed to the preciousness of gem or
gold,
And by thy blessing
multiplied a thousand fold
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All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I
ask!
Was ever mythic tale
or dream so bold as this reality,
This stream of boundless blessings flowing
full and free?
Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee
Out of Thy royal bounty still
Thou givest me.
Now—I will turn to my own land and tell,
What I myself have seen and heard of Thee,
And give Thine own sweet message, “Come and
see”
And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell
With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest,
Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence
blest.
Our King
O Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favour,
All other names
above!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord
and King
In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and
power divine,
The glory that excelleth,
O
Son of God, is Thine!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing,
We praise Thee and confess Thee,
Our glorious Lord
and King
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Led in Peace.
“Ye shall go out with joy and
be led forth with peace.”
Is.
IV. 12.
With joy thou shalt be girded,
With peace thou
shalt be led;
And everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head;
The hills break forth in singing;
the
shadows flee away:
This is thy King and Saviour—
He
will not say thee “Nay!”
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Oh
Saviour if Thy presence here
Can such bright
joy impart
What
must it be in that sweet home
Where Thou its glory art
Here through faith’s vision small
and fine
One glimpse of Thy dear face
Kindles a glow in lonely hearts,
No cloud can e’er efface.
Cecilia Havergal
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Springs of peace, when conflict heightens
Thine uplifted eye shall see,
Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens,
Peace itself a victory.
Springs of comfort strangely springing
Through the bitter
wells of woe,
Founts of hidden gladness, bringing
Joy that earth can ne’er
bestow
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Midst
the darkness, storm, and sorrow
One bright gleam I see,
Well I know the blessed morrow
Christ will come
for me
Midst the light and peace and glory
Of the Fathers
home,
Christ for me is watching, waiting—
Waiting till I
come
Long the blessed Guide has led me
By the desert
road;
Now I see the golden towers—
City of my God.
There amidst the love and
glory,
He is waiting yet;
On His hands a
name is graven,
He can ne’er forget.
There amidst the songs of heaven—
Sweeter to His ear
Is the footfall through the desert,
Ever drawing near.
There, made ready are the
mansions,
Glorious, bright and fair;
But the Bride
the Father gave Him
Still is wanting there.
Who is this who comes to meet me
On the desert way,
As the Morning Star foretelling
God’s unclouded
day?
He it is who came to win me,
On the cross of
shame
In His glory well I know Him,
Evermore the same
Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,
All the desert past!
Oh! the wondrous
words of greeting
He shall speak at last!
He and I together entering
Those bright courts
above,
He and I together sharing
All the Fathers love.
Where no shade nor stain can
enter
Nor the gold be dim,
In that holiness
unsullied
I shall walk with Him
Meet companion then for Jesus,
From Him, for
Him made,
Glory of Gods grace for ever
There in me displayed
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He who in His hour of sorrow
Bore the curse alone,
I who through
the lonely desert
Trod where He had gone
He and I in that bright glory
One deep joy shall
share
Mine to be for ever with Him
His that I am there
The King of Love.
The King of Love my Shepherd is
Whose
goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is
mine for ever.
Where streams of living waters flow,
My
ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures
grow
With food
celestial feedeth
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God is Love, His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove,
Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens,
God is Light and
God is Love
Chance and change are busy ever,
Worlds decay and
ages move,
But His mercy waneth never
God is Light and God is Love.
Thine eyes shall see the King
Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind
erewhile,
Now trembling towards the
new-found light dost flee,
Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile.
Thine
eyes shall see!
Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same
Whose love shone forth upon
the curseful tree,
Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name
Thine
eyes shall see!
Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,
The many crowned, the light-enrobed,
and He
Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won
Thine
eyes shall see!
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I am Thine.
Jesus Master!
I am Thine,
Keep me faithful keep me near,
Let Thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer,
Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,
Oh, be Thou my all in all
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Is it for Me?
Is
it for me, dear
Saviour Thy Glory and Thy
rest?
For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall
I thus be blessed?
Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace
And gaze in endless rapture
on Thy beloved face?
Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee
face to face,
Behold Thee in
Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace
And be with Thee for ever,
and never grieve Thee more!
Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore.
[Illustration]
I go to Christ my Saviour
With every little need
The help He always gives me
Is wonderful indeed
I go when I am mourning
The loss of loved ones near
He speaketh words of comfort
sweet,
He doth my spirit cheer
I go when I am fearing
The cruse of oil will fail
He sendeth me the needful means
And thus doth prayer prevent
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My King and Master.
Christ my King,
my Master, let my whole life be,
Spent in blessed service only until Thee
Let me serve Thee gladly,
That the world may know
’Tis a happy privilege, Thee to
serve below.
Let me serve Thee humbly,
Thine
be all the praise,
’Tis Thy love alone which tunes
my feeble lays;
Let me serve Thee quickly—Time will soon
be o’er
I would fain lead many to heaven’s
peaceful shore.
Let me serve Thee ever, from morning until eve,
My earliest and my latest breath, my King,
Thou shall receive.
And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won
Grant that I too, dear Master,
may hear Thy sweet “Well done!”
Cevilia Havergal
“Under His shadow,” with Christ alone
Here, love He whispers in
tenderest tone,
Treasures unfolding, riches of grace
Thus for life’s
battle my soul doth He brace.
“Under His shadow,” a near page of life.
Opens before me, apart from
the strife
Oh! will Thou show me Master and King
How I may glory unto Thee
bring!
“Under His shadow” may life be passed
Daily and hourly on till the
last,
Then no more shadows, all shall have fled
When we awake like Jesus our Head.
M A Spiller
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I sat down under His shadow with great delight.
Cant. II G