Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Art thou weary, sad, and lonely,
All thy summer past?
One remaineth, and One only—
Hear His voice at last.
Open to Me, My beloved,
I have waited long,
Till the night fell on the glory,
Silence on the song.
Soul, for thee I left My glory,
Bore the curse of God—
Wept for thee with bitterest weeping,
Agony and blood.
Soul, for thee I died dishonoured
As a felon dies;
For thou wert the pearl all priceless
In thy Saviour's eyes.
Soul, for thee I rose victorious,
Glad that thou art free;
Entered heaven in triumph glorious,
Heaven I won for thee.
Sorrow, sin, and desolation,
These thy claim to Me:
Love that won thee full salvation,
This My claim to thee.
Soul, I knock, I stand beseeching,
Turn Me not away;
Heart that craves thee, love that needs thee,
Wilt thou say Me nay?