SILENCE.
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Oh, let me feel Thee ever nigh me,
And seek Thy smile all gifts above!
No good thing will Thy grace deny me,
The object of Thy changeless love.
And seek Thy smile all gifts above!
No good thing will Thy grace deny me,
The object of Thy changeless love.
Thus shall I tread the roaring billow,
Looking to Him who hears it roar;
Thy hand my guide, Thy breast my pillow,
Lord, let me trust, and doubt no more!
Looking to Him who hears it roar;
Thy hand my guide, Thy breast my pillow,
Lord, let me trust, and doubt no more!
Safe in the bark Thou badst me enter,
I'll triumph in Thy power divine;
And on Thy word my all I venture,
For Thou hast said, "All things are mine."
I'll triumph in Thy power divine;
And on Thy word my all I venture,
For Thou hast said, "All things are mine."
SILENCE.
He answered her not a word. . . . woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt."—Matt. xv. 23, 28.
Say not, "He answered nothing." Thou didst pray,
"Give me Thyself!" and lo! He takes away
Thine idol from thy fond arms' fevered fold;
His garment's hem thy failing fingers hold.
Hush! in that solemn silence He hath heard
Thy sob of anguish and each faltering word;
Go, plead again, and yet again: thy need
Is what thy Saviour meteth; therefore plead.
What! still He answereth nothing! Nay; beneath
That silence rolls, "O woman, great thy faith!"
"Give me Thyself!" and lo! He takes away
Thine idol from thy fond arms' fevered fold;
His garment's hem thy failing fingers hold.
Hush! in that solemn silence He hath heard
Thy sob of anguish and each faltering word;
Go, plead again, and yet again: thy need
Is what thy Saviour meteth; therefore plead.
What! still He answereth nothing! Nay; beneath
That silence rolls, "O woman, great thy faith!"
