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Poem by George MacDonald


What the Lord Saith


Trust my father, saith the eldest-born;
I did trust him ere the earth began;
Not to know him is to be forlorn;
Not to love him is-not to be man.

He that knows him loves him altogether;
With my father I am so content
That through all this dreary human weather
I am working, waiting, confident.

He is with me; I am not alone;
Life is bliss, because I am his child;
Down in Hades will I lay the stone
Whence shall rise to Heaven his city piled.

Hearken, brothers, pray you, to my story!
Hear me, sister; hearken, child, to me:
Our one father is a perfect glory;
He is light, and there is none but he.

Come then with me; I will lead the way;
All of you, sore-hearted, heavy-shod,
Come to father, yours and mine, I pray;
Little ones, I pray you, come to God.



George MacDonald


George MacDonald's other poems:
  1. The Gospel Women. 13. The Woman in the Temple
  2. Concerning Jesus
  3. The Gospel Women. 1. The Mother Mary
  4. The Unseen Face
  5. A Memorial of Africa


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