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THE CROWN OF THORNS.
So garner up, Soul! each glimpse of home,
Vouchsafed by heavenly love:
Soon shall the silver cord be loosed, and thou
Shalt wing thy way above.
Though solitude and darkness now be thine,
Yet count on cloudless days,
When thy glad voice shall break the silence deep
With hymns of glorious praise.
In yon far home, where thy free song shall rise,
The Spoiler entereth not;
There summer days alone remembered are,
And sin and tears forgot.
Vouchsafed by heavenly love:
Soon shall the silver cord be loosed, and thou
Shalt wing thy way above.
Though solitude and darkness now be thine,
Yet count on cloudless days,
When thy glad voice shall break the silence deep
With hymns of glorious praise.
In yon far home, where thy free song shall rise,
The Spoiler entereth not;
There summer days alone remembered are,
And sin and tears forgot.
THE CROWN OF THORNS.
"Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with."—Matt. xx. 23.
"Unto you it is given in the behalf of Christ, not only to believe on Him, but also to suffer for His sake.—Phil. i. 29.
Take it meekly, wear it gladly,
Holy ensign of our faith!
Doth the exile wander sadly,
Freed from danger, and from death?
As his footstep homeward turns,
Little recks he of the thorns.
Holy ensign of our faith!
Doth the exile wander sadly,
Freed from danger, and from death?
As his footstep homeward turns,
Little recks he of the thorns.
