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36 The Book of Praise.
Sooner than they .should miss where Thou dost dwell, Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell.
Still, as the day comes round
For Thee to be reveal'd, By wakeful shepherds Thou art found Abiding in the field : All though the wintry heaven and chill night air In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer.
O faint not ye for fear!
What though your wandering sheep, Reckless of what they see and hear Lie lost in wilful sleep ? High Heaven, in mercy to your sad annoy, Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy.
Think on the eternal home The Saviour left for you ; Think on the Lord most Holy, come To dwell with hearts untrue : So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways, And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.
John Keble. 1827. |
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XXXII.
'Tis come, the time so oft foretold, The time eternal love forecast;
Four thousand years of hope have rolled, And God hath sent His Son at last;
Let heaven, let earth, adore the plan ;
Glory to God, and grace to man J |
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