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I have seen dying men not so grand in their dying As our love would have wished, — and through lack of
desire : Oh that we may die languishing, burning, and sighing: For God's last grace and best is to die all on fire.
'T is a great gift of God to live after our Lord ; Yet the old Hebrew times they were ages of fire, When fainting souls fed on each dim figured word, And God called men He loved most — the Men of Desire.
Oh then wish more for God, burn more with desire, Covet more the dear sight of His Marvellous Face; Pray louder, pray longer, for the sweet gift of fire To come down on thy heart with its whirlwinds of grace.
Yes, pine for thy God, fainting soul ! ever pine; Oh languish mid all that life brings thee of mirth ; Famished, thirsty, and restless, — let such life be
thine,— For what sight is to Heaven, desire is to earth.
God loves to be longed for, He longs to be sought, For He sought us Himself with such longing and
love: He died for desire of us, marvellous thought! And He yearns for us now to be with Him above,