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THE PRISONER OF THE LORD.
The prison was changed to a banquet-hall
(And the banner that waved was " Love ");
'Twas paved with the mercies of bygone years,
Ere her foolish heart could rove.
(And the banner that waved was " Love ");
'Twas paved with the mercies of bygone years,
Ere her foolish heart could rove.
Like diamonds sparkled her fetters then,
As silk was her iron chain;
She kissed each link with its chiselled gem,
And welcomed them back again.
As silk was her iron chain;
She kissed each link with its chiselled gem,
And welcomed them back again.
"How sweet is the bondage!" the maiden cried,
To the fetters of old restored;
" I am not alone in my midnight watch:
My Keeper is Christ my Lord!"
To the fetters of old restored;
" I am not alone in my midnight watch:
My Keeper is Christ my Lord!"
Her harp is tuned by the Master's hand,
For His prisoner's songs below;
And sweeter the lesson of Jesus' love
Than ever the freed can know.
For His prisoner's songs below;
And sweeter the lesson of Jesus' love
Than ever the freed can know.
