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MOTIVES.
Well done, my soul, well done, Out of thy grief to rear a ladder tallTo reach the land that lies beyond the sun, To scale the jasper wall,And rise to glory on grief's stepping-stone.
God looks into the tide, Angel and demon troubled, of a man's mind;And if my alms are scattered far and wide, Only my love to find,Only to pave a path to reach her side-
Will He accept from me My worship, gifts-the heavens are very still,No answer do I hear, no sign I see, If I but knew His will;Would He would come a-walking on the sea.
The storm is overpast, for sweet and fair A sudden radiance shone o'er wave and lea;And in the glory trembling through the air, He came unto me walking on the sea.
The heavy waves that had rushed to and fro Cowered at His feet in sudden melody;And all transfigured in the shining glow Did He come to me walking on the sea.
