This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...THE sun is gone, the long clouds break And sink adown his golden wake; Behold us, met now work is done To seek Thy grace at evensong. Half-hearted, tardy, cold are we, Warm us, and draw our souls to Thee; Draw us to follow, as the sun, Thy servant, vassal worlds draws on. Break to us, dealer of man's bread, Food fresh ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...THE sun is gone, the long clouds break And sink adown his golden wake; Behold us, met now work is done To seek Thy grace at evensong. Half-hearted, tardy, cold are we, Warm us, and draw our souls to Thee; Draw us to follow, as the sun, Thy servant, vassal worlds draws on. Break to us, dealer of man's bread, Food fresh from heaven as manna spread, Lest of the poisonous fruits of death Eat the sad soul that hungereth. We would not meagre gifts down-call When Thou dost yearn to yield us all; But for this life, this little hour, Ask all Thy love and care and power. Show us Thy pureness, here, on earth; Into Thy kingdom give us birth. We would not wish or d;ire, to wait In better worlds a better state. But save us now, and cleanse us now, Receive each soul and hear its vow: "My father's God, on Thee I call, Thou shalt be my God, and my All." "/ am the true Vine, and My Father is the Husbandman." NOW will I sing a song I learn'd of old To One whom my soul loveth. "O my Vine, My Life, Thy branch cries out to Thee; behold, For good, this fruitless graft, that yet is Thine.-. Alas, for clusters it should bear to Thee Leaves that do languish, wither'd buds are there; When the Great Husbandman shall presently Come down, is nothing sweet, and nothing fair. That branch He favour'd of the almond tree Budded, brake forth, and bloom'd in Aaron's hand; O mystic'Vine, shall He do less for Thee Than bid Thy favour'd branch revive, expand. Call the sweet winds of heaven and bid them blow, And call the clouds to drop in gracious dew; Let Thy sap rise in this dry branch and flow--(For yet 'tis Thine)--Rise, rise, in it anew. O for his Hand, the Heavenly Husbandman; But what if it should come with loss, with pain? How should the wheat desire the winnowing...
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