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and, thinking, Grow amazed--bewildered with a strange delight, My faith is roused, my spirit seemeth drinking A foretaste of that ever-longed-for sight. I know that I _shall_ see him; in that hour When he from fleshly bonds release doth give, Earth's mists dispersing at his word of power, Then shall I look upon my God and live! O blessed hope! O glorious aspiration! A little while and I the Christ shall see! A patient waiting for the full salvation-- Then shall I know my Lord as he knows me. I have seen the face of Jesus: Tell me not of aught beside. I have heard the voice of Jesus: All my soul is satisfied. SHE BROUGHT HER BOX OF ALABASTER She brought her box of alabaster; The precious spikenard filled the room With honor worthy of the Master, A costly, rare, and rich perfume. Her tears for sin fell hot and thickly On his dear feet, outstretched and bare; Unconscious how, she wiped them quickly With the long ringlets of her hair. And richly fall those raven tresses Adown her cheek, like willow leaves, As stooping still, with fond caresses, She plies her task of love, and grieves. Oh may we thus, like loving Mary, Ever our choicest offerings bring, Nor grudging of our toil, nor chary Of costly service to our King. Methinks I hear from Christian lowly Some hallowed voice at evening rise, Or quiet morn, or in the holy Unclouded calm of Sabbath skies; I bring my box of alabaster, Of earthly loves I break the shrine, And pour affections, purer, vaster, On that dear head, those feet of thine. The joys I prized, the hopes I cherished, The fairest flowers my fancy wove, Behold my fondest idols perished, Receive the incense of my love! What though the scornful world, deriding, Such waste of love, of service, fears? Still let me pour, through taunt and chiding, The rich libation of my tears. I bring my box of alabaster; Accepted let the offering rise! So grateful tears shall flow the faster, In founts of gladness from mine eyes! --C. L. Ford. Not I but Christ be honored, loved, exalted, Not I but Christ be seen, be known, be heard, Not I but Christ in every look and action, Not I but Christ in every th
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