THE BROKEN SLUMBER.
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Wouldst thou? 'Tis the risen Jesus!
Answerest thou with closed door,
When He comes in love to seek thee,
Where so oft ye met before?
Answerest thou with closed door,
When He comes in love to seek thee,
Where so oft ye met before?
Wilt thou find excuse to linger;
Or, with listless dull delay,
Greet the voice that longs to whisper,
"Rise, my love, and come away"?
Or, with listless dull delay,
Greet the voice that longs to whisper,
"Rise, my love, and come away"?
Rather—up, and gird thy garment!
Fear not that thy feet be soiled;
He who watcheth by thy lattice
Calls thee His—the undefiled!
Fear not that thy feet be soiled;
He who watcheth by thy lattice
Calls thee His—the undefiled!
Canst thou hear a Saviour suing?
Wilt thou let Him call in vain;
And, thy peace and joy forsaking,
Only wake—to sleep again?
Wilt thou let Him call in vain;
And, thy peace and joy forsaking,
Only wake—to sleep again?
Oh, Thy blood, sweet Lamb, hath power:
In Thy righteousness complete
I would hide me. Blessed Jesus,
I behold Thy hands—Thy feet.
In Thy righteousness complete
I would hide me. Blessed Jesus,
I behold Thy hands—Thy feet.
By Thy grace, Thy love, I triumph;
And my praise shall fuller be,
While I tell how rich Thy mercy
Unto me, Lord—yea, to me.
And my praise shall fuller be,
While I tell how rich Thy mercy
Unto me, Lord—yea, to me.
