Coming to the King by Frances Ridley Havergal
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Divine delight
In the Beloved crowning Thee with might Honour and majesty supreme and yet The strange and Godlike secret opening thus-- The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us! [Illustration] What shall I render to my glorious King? I have but that which I receive from Thee And what I give, Thou givest back to me, Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold, And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold [Illustration] All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask! Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality, This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free? Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me. Now--I will turn to my own land and tell, What I myself have seen and heard of Thee, And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see" And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest, Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest. |
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