PRINCE OF PEACE (continued) The world has nailed itself unto its cross; love! Peace and the sword, Lord, Thou didst come to bring; Too long the sword has drunk to Thy decrease. Come now, by this high way of suffering, And reign, O Prince of Peace! TUNE-Artavia. "And didst Thou love the race that loved not Thee?" THE WINNOWING Lord, Thou hast stricken us, smitten us sore, Winnowed us fine on the dread threshing-floor. "Had I not reason?-far you had strayed, Vain was My calling, you would not be stayed." Low in the dust, Lord, our hearts now are bowed, Roughly Thy share through our boasting has ploughed. "So as My ploughing pre pares for the seed, So shall the harvest our best hopes exceed." Lord, we have lost of our dearest and best, "Nay then, not one of them fell from My hand, Here at My side in their glory they stand." THE WINNOWING (continued) How shall we start, Lord, to build life again, "Build ye in Me and your building shall be Builded for Time and Eternity." TUNE-Theodora. "Rest of the weary, joy of the sad.” TO THIS END And hast Thou help for such as me, "Yea then,-if not for such as thee But I have strayed so far away, So oft forgotten Thee. "No smallest thing that thou hast done But was all known to Me." And I have followed other gods, And brought Thy name to scorn. "It was to win thee back from them I wore the crown of thorn." And, spite of all, Thou canst forgive, And still attend my cry? "Dear heart, for this end I did live, To this end did I die." And if I fall away again, And bring Thy Love to shame? "I'll find thee out where'er thou art, And still thy love will claim." |