This is thy King and Saviour--
He will not say thee "Nay!"

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His Presence

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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Springs of Peace

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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The Welcome to the King

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

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He who in His hour of sorrow
Bore the curse alone,
I who through the lonely desert
Trod