{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_10630/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_10630","id":"gutenberg_10630","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/10630","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christian poetry","Devotional literature"],"text":"[Illustration]\n\nHappy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually\nbefore Thee and that hear Thy wisdom\n\n1 Kings X 8\n\n\n\n\nComing to the King\n\nBy\n\nFrances Ridley Havergal\n\n\n\n\nComing to the King.\n\n\n\nI came from very far to see\n    The King of Salem, for I had been told\nOf glory and of wisdom manyfold,\n  And condescension infinite and free.\nNow could I rest, when I had heard his fame,\n  In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came?\n\nI came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone!\n      No stately train, no costly gifts to bring;\nNo friend at court, save One the King!\n    I had requests to spread before His throne,\nAnd I had questions none could solve for me,\n      Of import deep, and full of mystery.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nI came and communed with that mighty King\n      And told Him all my heart, I cannot say\nIn mortal ear what communings were they\n  But wouldst thou know,\n    So too, and meekly bring\nAll that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear\n  His voice of love and power\n          His answers sweet and clear\n\nO happy end of every weary guest!\n    He told me all I needed graciously:--\n  Enough for guidance, and for victory\n      O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest,\n    And when some veiled response\n       I could not read\n          It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHis wisdom and His glories passed before\n  My wondering eyes in gradual revelation\nThe house that He had built its strong foundation\n  Its living stones and, brightening more and more\nFor glimpses of that palace far away,\n    Where all his loyal ones\n        Shall dwell with Him for aye.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTrue the report that reached my far-off land\n     Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame,\n  Yet I believed not until I came\nBowed to the dust till raised by royal hand\n    The half was never told by mortal word,\n  My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard\n\n    Oh happy are His servants! happy they\nWho stand continually before His face,\n      Ready to do His will of wisest grace!\n  My King! is mine such blessedness to-day?\n      For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line,\n  Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat\n    Our King upon His throne\n        Divine delight\n  In the Beloved crowning Thee with might\n    Honour and majesty supreme and yet\n  The strange and Godlike secret opening thus--\nThe Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n  What shall I render to my glorious King?\nI have but that which I receive from Thee\nAnd what I give, Thou givest back to me,\n    Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing\n  Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold,\n      And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold\n\n[Illustration]\n\n  All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask!\n     Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality,\n  This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free?\nYet more than I have thought or asked of Thee\n    Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me.\n\nNow--I will turn to my own land and tell,\n  What I myself have seen and heard of Thee,\nAnd give Thine own sweet message, \"Come and see\"\n  And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell\nWith Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest,\n  Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest.\n\n\nJ R HAVERGAL\n\n\n\n\nOur King\n\n\n\nO Saviour, precious Saviour,\n    Whom yet unseen we love,\nO Name of might and favour,\n      All other names above!\nWe worship Thee, we bless Thee\n    To Thee alone we sing\nWe praise Thee, and confess Thee\n      Our holy Lord and King\n\nIn Thee all fulness dwelleth,\n      All grace and power divine,\n  The glory that excelleth,\n        O Son of God, is Thine!\nWe worship Thee, we bless Thee\n     To Thee alone we sing,\nWe praise Thee and confess Thee,\n      Our glorious Lord and King\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\nLed in Peace.\n\n\n\n\"_Ye shall go out with joy and\n    be led forth with peace._\"\n                         Is. IV. 12.\n\n\nWith joy thou shalt be girded,\n      With peace thou shalt be led;\nAnd everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head;\n    The hills break forth in singing;\n          the shadows flee away:\n  This is thy King and Saviour--\n        He will not say thee \"Nay!\"\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nHis Presence\n\n\n\n        Oh Saviour if Thy presence here\n      Can such bright joy impart\n        What must it be in that sweet home\n    Where Thou its glory art\n  Here through faith's vision small and fine\nOne glimpse of Thy dear face\n    Kindles a glow in lonely hearts,\n  No cloud can e'er efface.\n\nCecilia Havergal\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\nSprings of Peace\n\n\n\nSprings of peace, when conflict heightens\n  Thine uplifted eye shall see,\n\n  Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens,\nPeace itself a victory.\n\nSprings of comfort strangely springing\n      Through the bitter wells of woe,\n  Founts of hidden gladness, bringing\n    Joy that earth can ne'er bestow\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: ]\n\n\n\nThe Welcome to the King\n\n\n\n          Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow\n    One bright gleam I see,\nWell I know the blessed morrow\n      Christ will come for me\n\nMidst the light and peace and glory\n      Of the Fathers home,\n  Christ for me is watching, waiting--\n      Waiting till I come\n\nLong the blessed Guide has led me\n      By the desert road;\n  Now I see the golden towers--\n    City of my God.\n\n    There amidst the love and glory,\nHe is waiting yet;\n      On His hands a name is graven,\n  He can ne'er forget.\n\nThere amidst the songs of heaven--\n    Sweeter to His ear\n  Is the footfall through the desert,\n      Ever drawing near.\n\n    There, made ready are the mansions,\nGlorious, bright and fair;\n      But the Bride the Father gave Him\n  Still is wanting there.\n\nWho is this who comes to meet me\n    On the desert way,\n  As the Morning Star foretelling\n      God's unclouded day?\n\nHe it is who came to win me,\n      On the cross of shame\n  In His glory well I know Him,\n    Evermore the same\n\n    Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,\nAll the desert past!\n      Oh! the wondrous words of greeting\n  He shall speak at last!\n\nHe and I together entering\n      Those bright courts above,\n  He and I together sharing\n    All the Fathers love.\n\n    Where no shade nor stain can enter\nNor the gold be dim,\n      In that holiness unsullied\n  I shall walk with Him\n\nMeet companion then for Jesus,\n      From Him, for Him made,\n  Glory of Gods grace for ever\n    There in me displayed\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    He who in His hour of sorrow\nBore the curse alone,\n      I who through the lonely desert\n  Trod where He had gone\n\nHe and I in that bright glory\n      One deep joy shall share\n  Mine to be for ever with Him\n    His that I am there\n\n\n\n\nThe King of Love.\n\n\n\nThe King of Love my Shepherd is\n          Whose goodness faileth never,\n    I nothing lack if I am His\n       And He is mine for ever.\n\nWhere streams of living waters flow,\n          My ransomed soul He leadeth,\n    And where the verdant pastures grow\n       With food celestial feedeth\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n[Illustration: ]\n\n\n\n\nGod is Love and God is Light\n\n\n  God is Love, His mercy brightens\n    All the path in which we rove,\nBliss He forms, and woe He lightens,\n      God is Light and God is Love\n\n  Chance and change are busy ever,\n      Worlds decay and ages move,\nBut His mercy waneth never\n    God is Light and God is Love.\n\n\n\n\nThine eyes shall see the King\n\n\n\nThine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,\n    Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee,\nLeave doubting, and look up with trustful smile.\n        Thine eyes shall see!\n\nThine eyes shall see the King! The very same\n    Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree,\nWho bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name\n          Thine eyes shall see!\n\nThine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,\n    The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He\nShall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won\n        Thine eyes shall see!\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nI am Thine.\n\n\n\n    Jesus Master!\nI am Thine,\n    Keep me faithful keep me near,\nLet Thy presence in me shine\n    All my homeward way to cheer,\nJesus! at Thy feet I fall,\n    Oh, be Thou my all in all\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nIs it for Me?\n\n\n\n        Is it for me, dear\n    Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest?\nFor me, so weak and sinful oh, shall\n    I thus be blessed?\nIs it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace\n    And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face?\n\n  Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face,\n      Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace\n    And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more!\nDear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\nGoing to Christ\n\n\n\n  I go to Christ my Saviour\nWith every little need\nThe help He always gives me\n  Is wonderful indeed\n\n  I go when I am mourning\nThe loss of loved ones near\n    He speaketh words of comfort sweet,\n  He doth my spirit cheer\n\nI go when I am fearing\n  The cruse of oil will fail\nHe sendeth me the needful means\n  And thus doth prayer prevent\n\n\nCecilia Havergal\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nMy King and Master.\n\n\n\n      Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be,\nSpent in blessed service only until Thee\n    Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know\n  'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below.\n\nLet me serve Thee humbly,\n        Thine be all the praise,\n  'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays;\nLet me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er\n  I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.\n\nLet me serve Thee ever,  from morning until eve,\n  My earliest and my latest breath, my King, Thou shall receive.\nAnd oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won\n    Grant that I too, dear Master, may hear Thy sweet \"Well done!\"\n\nCevilia Havergal\n\n\n\n\nUnder His Shadow\n\n\n\n\"Under His shadow,\" with Christ alone\n    Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone,\n  Treasures unfolding, riches of grace\n      Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace.\n\n\"Under His shadow,\" a near page of life.\n    Opens before me, apart from the strife\nOh! will Thou show me Master and King\n    How I may glory unto Thee bring!\n\n\"Under His shadow\" may life be passed\n    Daily and hourly on till the last,\n  Then no more shadows, all shall have fled\nWhen we awake like Jesus our Head.\n\nM A Spiller\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\nI sat down under His shadow with great delight.\n\nCant. II G","title":"Coming to the King","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":1761}