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<ANTIMG src="illus/illus01.png" alt="illustration" /> Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom 1 Kings X 8 <h1 class="title">Coming to the King</h1> By <h2 class="author">Frances Ridley Havergal</h2> <h2>Coming to the King.</h2> I came from very far to see     The King of Salem, for I had been told Of glory and of wisdom manyfold,   And condescension infinite and free. Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame,   In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came? I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone!       No stately train, no costly gifts to bring; No friend at court, save One the King!     I had requests to spread before His throne, And I had questions none could solve for me,       Of import deep, and full of mystery. <ANTIMG src="illus/illus02.png" alt="illustration" /> I came and communed with that mighty King       And told Him all my heart, I cannot say In mortal ear what communings were they   But wouldst thou know,     So too, and meekly bring All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear   His voice of love and power           His answers sweet and clear O happy end of every weary guest!     He told me all I needed graciously:--   Enough for guidance, and for victory       O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest,     And when some veiled response        I could not read           It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed <ANTIMG src="illus/illus03.png" alt="illustration" /> <ANTIMG src="illus/illus04.png" alt="illustration" /> His wisdom and His glories passed before   My wondering eyes in gradual revelation The house that He had built its strong foundation   Its living stones and, brightening more and more For glimpses of that palace far away,     Where all his loyal ones         Shall dwell with Him for aye. <ANTIMG src="illus/illus05.png" alt="illustration" /> True the report that reached my far-off land      Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame,   Yet I believed not until I came Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand     The half was never told by mortal word,   My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard     Oh happy are His servants! happy they Who stand continually before His face,       Ready to do His will of wisest grace!   My King! is mine such blessedness to-day?       For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line,   Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine <ANTIMG src="illus/illus06.png" alt="illustration" /> <ANTIMG src="illus/illus07.png" alt="illustration" />           Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat     Our King upon His throne         Divine delight   In the Beloved crowning Thee with might     Honour and majesty supreme and yet   The strange and Godlike secret opening thus-- The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us! <ANTIMG src="illus/illus08.png" alt="illustration" />   What shall I render to my glorious King? I have but that which I receive from Thee And what I give, Thou givest back to me,     Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing   Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold,       And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold <ANTIMG src="illus/illus09.png" alt="illustration" />   All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask!      Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality,   This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free? Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee     Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me. Now--I will turn to my own land and tell,   What I myself have seen and heard of Thee, And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see"   And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest,   Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest. J R HAVERGAL <h2>Our King</h2> O Saviour, precious Saviour,     Whom yet unseen we love, O Name of might and favour,       All other names above! We worship Thee, we bless Thee     To Thee alone we sing We praise Thee, and confess Thee       Our holy Lord and King In Thee all fulness dwelleth,       All grace and power divine,   The glory that excelleth,         O Son of God, is Thine! We worship Thee, we bless Thee      To Thee alone we sing, We praise Thee and confess Thee,       Our glorious Lord and King <ANTIMG src="illus/illus10.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>Led in Peace.</h2> "Ye shall go out with joy and     be led forth with peace."                          Is. IV. 12. With joy thou shalt be girded,       With peace thou shalt be led; And everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head;     The hills break forth in singing;           the shadows flee away:   This is thy King and Saviour--         He will not say thee "Nay!" <ANTIMG src="illus/illus11.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>His Presence</h2>         Oh Saviour if Thy presence here       Can such bright joy impart         What must it be in that sweet home     Where Thou its glory art   Here through faith's vision small and fine One glimpse of Thy dear face     Kindles a glow in lonely hearts,   No cloud can e'er efface. Cecilia Havergal <ANTIMG src="illus/illus12.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>Springs of Peace</h2> Springs of peace, when conflict heightens   Thine uplifted eye shall see,   Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens, Peace itself a victory. Springs of comfort strangely springing       Through the bitter wells of woe,   Founts of hidden gladness, bringing     Joy that earth can ne'er bestow <ANTIMG src="illus/illus13.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>The Welcome to the King</h2>           Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow     One bright gleam I see, Well I know the blessed morrow       Christ will come for me Midst the light and peace and glory       Of the Fathers home,   Christ for me is watching, waiting--       Waiting till I come Long the blessed Guide has led me       By the desert road;   Now I see the golden towers--     City of my God.     There amidst the love and glory, He is waiting yet;       On His hands a name is graven,   He can ne'er forget. There amidst the songs of heaven--     Sweeter to His ear   Is the footfall through the desert,       Ever drawing near.     There, made ready are the mansions, Glorious, bright and fair;       But the Bride the Father gave Him   Still is wanting there. Who is this who comes to meet me     On the desert way,   As the Morning Star foretelling       God's unclouded day? He it is who came to win me,       On the cross of shame   In His glory well I know Him,     Evermore the same     Oh! the blessed joy of meeting, All the desert past!       Oh! the wondrous words of greeting   He shall speak at last! He and I together entering       Those bright courts above,   He and I together sharing     All the Fathers love.     Where no shade nor stain can enter Nor the gold be dim,       In that holiness unsullied   I shall walk with Him Meet companion then for Jesus,       From Him, for Him made,   Glory of Gods grace for ever     There in me displayed <ANTIMG src="illus/illus14.png" alt="illustration" />     He who in His hour of sorrow Bore the curse alone,       I who through the lonely desert   Trod where He had gone He and I in that bright glory       One deep joy shall share   Mine to be for ever with Him     His that I am there <h2>The King of Love.</h2> The King of Love my Shepherd is           Whose goodness faileth never,     I nothing lack if I am His        And He is mine for ever. Where streams of living waters flow,           My ransomed soul He leadeth,     And where the verdant pastures grow        With food celestial feedeth <ANTIMG src="illus/illus15.png" alt="illustration" /> <ANTIMG src="illus/illus16.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>God is Love and God is Light</h2>   God is Love, His mercy brightens     All the path in which we rove, Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens,       God is Light and God is Love   Chance and change are busy ever,       Worlds decay and ages move, But His mercy waneth never     God is Light and God is Love. <h2>Thine eyes shall see the King</h2> Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,     Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee, Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile.         Thine eyes shall see! Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same     Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree, Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name           Thine eyes shall see! Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,     The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won         Thine eyes shall see! <ANTIMG src="illus/illus17.png" alt="illustration" /> <ANTIMG src="illus/illus18.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>I am Thine. </h2>     Jesus Master! I am Thine,     Keep me faithful keep me near, Let Thy presence in me shine     All my homeward way to cheer, Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,     Oh, be Thou my all in all <ANTIMG src="illus/illus19.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>Is it for Me?</h2>         Is it for me, dear     Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest? For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall     I thus be blessed? Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace     And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face?   Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face,       Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace     And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more! Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore. <ANTIMG src="illus/illus20.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>Going to Christ</h2>   I go to Christ my Saviour With every little need The help He always gives me   Is wonderful indeed   I go when I am mourning The loss of loved ones near     He speaketh words of comfort sweet,   He doth my spirit cheer I go when I am fearing   The cruse of oil will fail He sendeth me the needful means   And thus doth prayer prevent Cecilia Havergal <ANTIMG src="illus/illus21.png" alt="illustration" /> <h2>My King and Master.</h2>       Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be, Spent in blessed service only until Thee     Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know   'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below. Let me serve Thee humbly,         Thine be all the praise,   'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays; Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er   I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore. Let me serve Thee ever, from morning until eve,   My earliest and my latest breath, my King, Thou shall receive. And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won     Grant that I too, dear Master, may hear Thy sweet "Well done!" Cevilia Havergal <h2>Under His Shadow</h2> "Under His shadow," with Christ alone     Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone,   Treasures unfolding, riches of grace       Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace. "Under His shadow," a near page of life.     Opens before me, apart from the strife Oh! will Thou show me Master and King     How I may glory unto Thee bring! "Under His shadow" may life be passed     Daily and hourly on till the last,   Then no more shadows, all shall have fled When we awake like Jesus our Head. M A Spiller <ANTIMG src="illus/illus22.png" alt="illustration" /> I sat down under His shadow with great delight. Cant. II G <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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