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"TAKE CARE OF HIM."
Saints are thronging, loving, longing,
To their land
Of rest,
Palm in hand
And praise in mouth.
To their land
Of rest,
Palm in hand
And praise in mouth.
"TAKE CARE OF HIM."
"THOU whom I love, for whom I died,
Lovest thou Me, My bride?"—
Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord,
Believed in and adored.
Lovest thou Me, My bride?"—
Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord,
Believed in and adored.
"That I love thee the proof is plain:
How dost thou love again?"—
In prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,
In a long-carried cross.
How dost thou love again?"—
In prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,
In a long-carried cross.
"Yea, thou dost love: yet one adept
Brings more for Me to accept."—
I mould my will to match with Thine,
My wishes I resign.
Brings more for Me to accept."—
I mould my will to match with Thine,
My wishes I resign.
"Thou givest much: then give the whole
For solace of My soul."—
More would I give, if I could get:
But, Lord, what lack I yet?
For solace of My soul."—
More would I give, if I could get:
But, Lord, what lack I yet?
"In Me thou lovest Me: I call
Thee to love Me in all."—
Thee to love Me in all."—
