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Category: Poems on Heaven
Fellowship With Christ To pray as Jesus prayed,
When faithless brethren sleep,--
To weep the ruin sin has made--
The only ones that weep,--
To bear the heavy cross,--
To toil, yet murmur not,--
To suffer pain, reproach, and loss,--
Be such our earthly lot.
Yet oh, how richly blest
The Master's cup to share,--
The aching grief that wrung His breast,--
His broken-hearted prayer,--
If thus we may but gain
One sheaf of golden wheat
Gleaned from Earth's sultry harvest-plain,
To lay at His dear feet!--
If thus we may but win
One precious earthly gem
Snatched from the mire of vice and sin,
For His rich diadem!--
Here, sorrow, patience, prayer;
In Heaven, the rich reward!
Here, the sharp thorns, the cross,--and there
"Forever with the Lord"! - Mrs. J. C. Yule |
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