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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10630 ***
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+[Illustration]
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+Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually
+before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom
+
+1 Kings X 8
+
+
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+
+Coming to the King
+
+By
+
+Frances Ridley Havergal
+
+
+
+
+Coming to the King.
+
+
+
+I came from very far to see
+    The King of Salem, for I had been told
+Of glory and of wisdom manyfold,
+  And condescension infinite and free.
+Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame,
+  In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came?
+
+I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone!
+      No stately train, no costly gifts to bring;
+No friend at court, save One the King!
+    I had requests to spread before His throne,
+And I had questions none could solve for me,
+      Of import deep, and full of mystery.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I came and communed with that mighty King
+      And told Him all my heart, I cannot say
+In mortal ear what communings were they
+  But wouldst thou know,
+    So too, and meekly bring
+All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear
+  His voice of love and power
+          His answers sweet and clear
+
+O happy end of every weary guest!
+    He told me all I needed graciously:--
+  Enough for guidance, and for victory
+      O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest,
+    And when some veiled response
+       I could not read
+          It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed
+
+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration]
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+His wisdom and His glories passed before
+  My wondering eyes in gradual revelation
+The house that He had built its strong foundation
+  Its living stones and, brightening more and more
+For glimpses of that palace far away,
+    Where all his loyal ones
+        Shall dwell with Him for aye.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+True the report that reached my far-off land
+     Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame,
+  Yet I believed not until I came
+Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand
+    The half was never told by mortal word,
+  My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard
+
+    Oh happy are His servants! happy they
+Who stand continually before His face,
+      Ready to do His will of wisest grace!
+  My King! is mine such blessedness to-day?
+      For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line,
+  Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine
+
+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration]
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+          Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat
+    Our King upon His throne
+        Divine delight
+  In the Beloved crowning Thee with might
+    Honour and majesty supreme and yet
+  The strange and Godlike secret opening thus--
+The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us!
+
+[Illustration]
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+
+  What shall I render to my glorious King?
+I have but that which I receive from Thee
+And what I give, Thou givest back to me,
+    Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing
+  Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold,
+      And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold
+
+[Illustration]
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+  All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask!
+     Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality,
+  This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free?
+Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee
+    Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me.
+
+Now--I will turn to my own land and tell,
+  What I myself have seen and heard of Thee,
+And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see"
+  And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell
+With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest,
+  Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest.
+
+
+J R HAVERGAL
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+Our King
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+O Saviour, precious Saviour,
+    Whom yet unseen we love,
+O Name of might and favour,
+      All other names above!
+We worship Thee, we bless Thee
+    To Thee alone we sing
+We praise Thee, and confess Thee
+      Our holy Lord and King
+
+In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
+      All grace and power divine,
+  The glory that excelleth,
+        O Son of God, is Thine!
+We worship Thee, we bless Thee
+     To Thee alone we sing,
+We praise Thee and confess Thee,
+      Our glorious Lord and King
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+[Illustration]
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+Led in Peace.
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+"_Ye shall go out with joy and
+    be led forth with peace._"
+                         Is. IV. 12.
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+With joy thou shalt be girded,
+      With peace thou shalt be led;
+And everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head;
+    The hills break forth in singing;
+          the shadows flee away:
+  This is thy King and Saviour--
+        He will not say thee "Nay!"
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+[Illustration]
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+His Presence
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+        Oh Saviour if Thy presence here
+      Can such bright joy impart
+        What must it be in that sweet home
+    Where Thou its glory art
+  Here through faith's vision small and fine
+One glimpse of Thy dear face
+    Kindles a glow in lonely hearts,
+  No cloud can e'er efface.
+
+Cecilia Havergal
+
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+
+[Illustration]
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+Springs of Peace
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+Springs of peace, when conflict heightens
+  Thine uplifted eye shall see,
+
+  Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens,
+Peace itself a victory.
+
+Springs of comfort strangely springing
+      Through the bitter wells of woe,
+  Founts of hidden gladness, bringing
+    Joy that earth can ne'er bestow
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+[Illustration: ]
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+The Welcome to the King
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+          Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow
+    One bright gleam I see,
+Well I know the blessed morrow
+      Christ will come for me
+
+Midst the light and peace and glory
+      Of the Fathers home,
+  Christ for me is watching, waiting--
+      Waiting till I come
+
+Long the blessed Guide has led me
+      By the desert road;
+  Now I see the golden towers--
+    City of my God.
+
+    There amidst the love and glory,
+He is waiting yet;
+      On His hands a name is graven,
+  He can ne'er forget.
+
+There amidst the songs of heaven--
+    Sweeter to His ear
+  Is the footfall through the desert,
+      Ever drawing near.
+
+    There, made ready are the mansions,
+Glorious, bright and fair;
+      But the Bride the Father gave Him
+  Still is wanting there.
+
+Who is this who comes to meet me
+    On the desert way,
+  As the Morning Star foretelling
+      God's unclouded day?
+
+He it is who came to win me,
+      On the cross of shame
+  In His glory well I know Him,
+    Evermore the same
+
+    Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,
+All the desert past!
+      Oh! the wondrous words of greeting
+  He shall speak at last!
+
+He and I together entering
+      Those bright courts above,
+  He and I together sharing
+    All the Fathers love.
+
+    Where no shade nor stain can enter
+Nor the gold be dim,
+      In that holiness unsullied
+  I shall walk with Him
+
+Meet companion then for Jesus,
+      From Him, for Him made,
+  Glory of Gods grace for ever
+    There in me displayed
+
+[Illustration]
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+    He who in His hour of sorrow
+Bore the curse alone,
+      I who through the lonely desert
+  Trod where He had gone
+
+He and I in that bright glory
+      One deep joy shall share
+  Mine to be for ever with Him
+    His that I am there
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+The King of Love.
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+The King of Love my Shepherd is
+          Whose goodness faileth never,
+    I nothing lack if I am His
+       And He is mine for ever.
+
+Where streams of living waters flow,
+          My ransomed soul He leadeth,
+    And where the verdant pastures grow
+       With food celestial feedeth
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+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration: ]
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+God is Love and God is Light
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+  God is Love, His mercy brightens
+    All the path in which we rove,
+Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens,
+      God is Light and God is Love
+
+  Chance and change are busy ever,
+      Worlds decay and ages move,
+But His mercy waneth never
+    God is Light and God is Love.
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+Thine eyes shall see the King
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+Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,
+    Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee,
+Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile.
+        Thine eyes shall see!
+
+Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same
+    Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree,
+Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name
+          Thine eyes shall see!
+
+Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,
+    The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He
+Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won
+        Thine eyes shall see!
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+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration]
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+I am Thine.
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+    Jesus Master!
+I am Thine,
+    Keep me faithful keep me near,
+Let Thy presence in me shine
+    All my homeward way to cheer,
+Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,
+    Oh, be Thou my all in all
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+[Illustration]
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+Is it for Me?
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+        Is it for me, dear
+    Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest?
+For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall
+    I thus be blessed?
+Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace
+    And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face?
+
+  Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face,
+      Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace
+    And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more!
+Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore.
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+[Illustration]
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+Going to Christ
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+  I go to Christ my Saviour
+With every little need
+The help He always gives me
+  Is wonderful indeed
+
+  I go when I am mourning
+The loss of loved ones near
+    He speaketh words of comfort sweet,
+  He doth my spirit cheer
+
+I go when I am fearing
+  The cruse of oil will fail
+He sendeth me the needful means
+  And thus doth prayer prevent
+
+
+Cecilia Havergal
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+[Illustration]
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+My King and Master.
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+      Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be,
+Spent in blessed service only until Thee
+    Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know
+  'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below.
+
+Let me serve Thee humbly,
+        Thine be all the praise,
+  'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays;
+Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er
+  I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.
+
+Let me serve Thee ever,  from morning until eve,
+  My earliest and my latest breath, my King, Thou shall receive.
+And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won
+    Grant that I too, dear Master, may hear Thy sweet "Well done!"
+
+Cevilia Havergal
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+Under His Shadow
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+"Under His shadow," with Christ alone
+    Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone,
+  Treasures unfolding, riches of grace
+      Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace.
+
+"Under His shadow," a near page of life.
+    Opens before me, apart from the strife
+Oh! will Thou show me Master and King
+    How I may glory unto Thee bring!
+
+"Under His shadow" may life be passed
+    Daily and hourly on till the last,
+  Then no more shadows, all shall have fled
+When we awake like Jesus our Head.
+
+M A Spiller
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+[Illustration]
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+I sat down under His shadow with great delight.
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+Cant. II G
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+End of Project Gutenberg's Coming to the King, by Frances Ridley Havergal
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+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10630 ***