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      Frances Ridley Havergal

      Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually      before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom. 1 Kings 10:8

             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.

      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

      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.

      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

                     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!

         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

         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.

       - J R HAVERGAL      

      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      

      "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!"      

                  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      

      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      

                     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

            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 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      

         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! 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!      

            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      

                  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.      

         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

       - Cecilia Havergal      

               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

      I sat down under His shadow with great delight. Cant. II G

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