O soul, do thou but hearken! He passeth by e'en now;
Anoint with love and pity that thorn-encircled brow;
He yearneth for thy friendship, without the world's chill,
And thou canst bid Him welcome, for He is knocking still.
Anoint with love and pity that thorn-encircled brow;
He yearneth for thy friendship, without the world's chill,
And thou canst bid Him welcome, for He is knocking still.
Thou ever mayst confess Him, a sneering world before;
When others would revile Him, the Nazarene adore;
Aweary, still He pleadeth, oh, give Him of thy best
And in thy very heart-depths make Him the honored guest.
When others would revile Him, the Nazarene adore;
Aweary, still He pleadeth, oh, give Him of thy best
And in thy very heart-depths make Him the honored guest.
"ME" OR "THEE"
Which cometh first! thine answer's writ
In letters clear wouldst thou but see;
Thy daily life, a light to guide
Or dimmed whene'er thy choice is "me."
In letters clear wouldst thou but see;
Thy daily life, a light to guide
Or dimmed whene'er thy choice is "me."
Which cometh first! some lives can say
In golden deeds unconscious wrought,
That alway first there cometh "thee"
And never time for selfish thought
In golden deeds unconscious wrought,
That alway first there cometh "thee"
And never time for selfish thought
MEMORIES
Through them to live again!
Oh! precious 'tis and
To thus repeat
The pleasure and the pain
In one refrain.
Oh! precious 'tis and
To thus repeat
The pleasure and the pain
In one refrain.
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