A Hymn
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Title
A Hymn
Description
Jesus! the ladder of my faith
The glory of the rainbowed throne
Thou art the same, O, gracious Lord!
We have no tears Thou wilt not dry;
Thy pity, like the dew, distils;
Let not the world's rude conflict drown
Rests on the jasper walls of heaven;
And through the veiling clouds I catchFaint visions of the mystic seven!
The glory of the rainbowed throne
Illumes those clouds like lambent flame;
As once, on earth, Thy love divineBurned through the robes of human shame.
Thou art the same, O, gracious Lord!
The same dear Christ that thou wert then;
And all the praises angels singDelight Thee less than prayers of men.
We have no tears Thou wilt not dry;
We have no wounds Thou wilt not heal;
No sorrows pierce our human heartsThat thou, dear Savior, dost not feel.
Thy pity, like the dew, distils;
And Thy compassion, like the light,
Our every morning overfills,And crowns the stars our every night.
Let not the world's rude conflict drown
The charmed music of Thy voice,
That calls all weary one's to rest,And bids all morning souls rejoice!
Creator
Harriet M'Ewen Kimball
Source
1:13, p. 1
Date
10.15.1859
Collection
Citation
Harriet M'Ewen Kimball, “A Hymn,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/584.
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