Seeking the Beloved
To those who love the Lord I speak; Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! when will He appear? Though once a man of grief and shame, Yet now He fills a throne, And bears the greatest, sweetest name, That earth or heaven have known. Grace flies before, and love attends His steps wheree'er he goes; Though none can see Him but His friends, And they were once his foes. He speaks; -- obedient to His call Our warm affections move: Did He but shine alike on all, Then all alike would love. Then love in every heart would reign, And war would cease to roar; And cruel and bloodthirsty men Would thirst for blood no more. Such Jesus is, and such His grace; Oh, may He shine on you! And tell him, when you see His face, I long to see Him, too.
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