The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes Volume 2

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Excerpt: ... 0 LORD, HOW HAPPY! From the German of Dessler. O Lord, how happy is the time   When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb   Even to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there-   Thou art brighter than the sun; And in thy... Viac o knihe

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Excerpt: ... 0 LORD, HOW HAPPY! From the German of Dessler. O Lord, how happy is the time   When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb   Even to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there-   Thou art brighter than the sun; And in thy pardon and thy care   The heaven of heaven is won. Let the world call herself my foe,   Or let the world allure- I care not for the world; I go   To this dear friend and sure. And when life's fiercest storms are sent   Upon life's wildest sea, My little bark is confident   Because it holds by thee. When the law threatens endless death   Upon the dreadful hill, Straightway from her consuming breath   My soul goeth higher still- Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain,   And maketh him her home, Whence she will not go out again,   And where death cannot come. I do not fear the wilderness   Where thou hast been before; Nay rather will I daily press   After thee, near thee, more! Thou art my food; on thee I lean,   Thou makest my heart sing; And to thy heavenly pastures green   All thy dear flock dost bring. And if the gate that opens there   Be dark to other men, It is not dark to those who share   The heart of Jesus then: That is not losing much of life   Which is not losing thee, Who art as present in the strife   As in the victory. Therefore how happy is the time   When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb   Even to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there-   Thou art brighter than the sun! And in thy pardon and thy care   The heaven of heaven is won! NO SIGN. O Lord, if on the wind, at cool of day,   I heard one whispered word of mighty grace; If through the darkness, as in bed I lay,   But once had come a hand upon my face; If but one sign that might not be mistook   Had ever been, since first thy face I sought, I should not now be doubting o'er a book,   But serving thee with burning heart and thought. So dreams that heart. But...

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