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Poems (Shipton)/The Place for Gold where They Fine It

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by Anna Shipton
The Place for Gold where They Fine It
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THE "PLACE FOR GOLD WHERE THEY FINE IT."

Job xxviii. 1.

"The very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Faithful is He that calleth you, who also will do it."—1 Thess. v. 23, 24.

Lord, I would be nigh Thee, Looking in Thy face, Listening for Thy whisper, Feeling Thine embrace. From all other refuge To Thine arms I flee; Body, soul, and spirit, Consecrate to Thee.
Lord, I would be like Thee; I would walk in white, Choose the thing Thou lovest, Serving in Thy sight. Blood is on the altar, Incense mounts for me; Body, soul, and spirit, Consecrate to Thee.
"Wouldst thou follow Me, child? Mark the way I came: Thou must meet the mocking, Wilt thou share the shame? Canst thou bear rejection, When thou long'st to bless; For thy true affection Only loved the less?"
Lord, it little moves me Where my steps must tread, With the sweet assurance, "Christ this way hath led." If through tribulation This alone can be, Body, soul, and spirit, Consecrate to Thee.
"Wouldst thou walk beside Me? Thou My voice must learn; Thou must trust My silence, And My will discern; Lose thy life in living, Nor bewail it lost. For thy soul's desire Dost thou count the cost?"
Jesus! Lord! Jehovah! I would onward press; Every woe will whisper Of Thy faithfulness. From each snare beguiling Thou wilt set me free; Body, soul, and spirit, Consecrate to Thee.
"Come, the way is opened, Thou mayst walk in white: Gird thy priestly garments; For that path of light Vulture's eye ne'er searcheth, Nor hath wild beast trod; But the ransomed enter Through the cleansing blood."
Canst thou die to self, child? Canst thou take My cup?" Lord, Thy grace sufficeth, Thou didst drink it up. Wrath no more can mingle In that draught for me; Now, the life thus purchased Consecrate to Thee.
"Take thy cross up daily, Seek the path I trod, Nearer than a brother To the living God. For a little season Fierce thy foes may be; Go in this thy power, Fellowship with Me."