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(^iHRIST ill his lieavenly garden walks all day, yAnd calls to souls upon the world's highway ; Wearied with trifles, maim'd and sick with sin, Christ by the gate stands, and invites them in.
' How long, unwise, will ye pursue your woe ? Here from the throne sweet waters ever go : Here the white lilies shine like stars above : Here in the red rose burns the face of Love.
' 'Tis not from earthly paths I bid you flee, But lighter in my ways your feet will be : 'Tis not to summon you from human mirth. But add a depth and sweetness not of earth.
' Still by the gate I stand as on ye stray : Turn your steps hither : am not I the Way ? The sun is falling fast ; the night is nigh : Why will ve wander ? Wherefore will ve die ? '
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