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The Call. 351
Yet, could I hear Him once again,
As I have heard of old, Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.
Oh Thou ! that every thought canst know,
And answer every prayer, Oh ! give me sickness, want, or woe ;
But snatch me from despair I
My struggling will by grace control!
Renew my broken vow ! What blessed light breaks on my soul ?
My God ! I hear Thee now !
Bishoi) Reginald Heber. 1827.
CCCXXXII. " Was du vor tausend Jahren?
A thousand years have fleeted ;
And, Saviour ! still we see Thy deed of love repeated
On all who come to Thee. As he who sat benighted,
Afflicted, poor, and blind ; So now, (Thy word is plighted,)
Joy, light, and peace I find.
Dark gloom my spirit filling,
Beside the way I sat ; Desire my heart was thrilling ;
But anguish more than that.