THE HYMN OF A SAD HEART. Jesus, let me enter in, Wrap me safe from noise and sin; Let me kiss Thy wounded feet, At Thy doorstep low I bend, Who have neither kin nor friend; Let me here a shelter find, Shield the shorn lamb from the wind. Jesu, Lord, my heart will break, Save me for Thy great love's sake! REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY 'HE daylight has faded over the sea, The waters are moaning drearily, And there is no haven in sight for me, Only a black wild angry heaven, Only a rolling, moaning sea, And a small weak bark by the tempest driven For I am alone on this moaning sea! And God stands by in the dark by me, And His silence is worse to bear than the moan Of the dreary waters that will not stay; And I am alone, yea, worse than alone, For God stands by and has nothing to say. 8 HOW I MET HIM WHO DIED FOR ME. And Death is creeping over the sea, Creeping over the drear black sea, And he will sink the poor weak bark, And I shall float out in the dreary dark, Dead, dead, on the wild wide sea! A dead face up to the cruel sky! Dead eyes that wearied sore for the light, Tired with hard rowing through all the night, And there was not room for it all in heavenThou denied'st one ray unto me, O God! By the wintry storm and the tempest driven. Thou shalt look on my lost face, God, and see What it was to die in the dark for me. But I cannot reach Him with this wild cry— HOW I MET HIM WHO DIED FOR ME. Only another poor soul gone down, Far out at sea, whilst He saileth on. Here we part, O God! Thou to Thy life and light, To Thy home, where Thy dear ones gather to Thee ; I, to my death and night— A lost thing, with nothing to do with Thee, Drifting drearily out to sea. Thou hast stood by in my long despair, Thou hast shut from Thee my feeble prayer: Thro' the darkness over the sea, A voice came calling, calling to me;— And I thought, Someone else is out to-night,- And through the darkness over the sea Still that voice came calling to me; Nearer and nearer it came to me, And One came into the boat from the sea. ΙΟ HOW I MET HIM WHO DIED FOR ME. The wind fell low round my little bark, As a wounded hand touched mine in the dark, I had spoken against Him bitterly, Where standing and foothold found He none, So out in the night, on the wild wide sea, I met with Him who died for me! |