THE LIVING SAVIOUR.
43
So, in the shadowy twilight, I
Still sought Him, far and wide,
Nor knew the One who led me on
Was Christ the Crucified.
Still sought Him, far and wide,
Nor knew the One who led me on
Was Christ the Crucified.
I thought the Lord, enthroned above,
Would take no heed of me;
And death indeed were gain, if I
My risen Lord could see.
And yet He guided every step,
Else had I never known
His love that, for my waiting soul,
Hath rolled away the stone.
Would take no heed of me;
And death indeed were gain, if I
My risen Lord could see.
And yet He guided every step,
Else had I never known
His love that, for my waiting soul,
Hath rolled away the stone.
I thought but of His bleeding brow,
His wounded hands and feet;
I sought Him with the multitude,
But Christ I did not meet.
Some said, "The Saviour dwelleth here,
And only here is He;"
And others said, "Nay, come with us,
Or Christ you cannot see."
His wounded hands and feet;
I sought Him with the multitude,
But Christ I did not meet.
Some said, "The Saviour dwelleth here,
And only here is He;"
And others said, "Nay, come with us,
Or Christ you cannot see."
"Come forth and serve, and be content,"
Some busy laborer cried.
I sadly answered, "Nay, I seek
The Lord I crucified!
Some busy laborer cried.
I sadly answered, "Nay, I seek
The Lord I crucified!