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128 FADER'S HYMNS,
To one thy grave unearthly truths
A heavenly vision seem; While to another's eye they are
A superstitious dream.
To one the deepest doctrines look
So naturally true, That when he learns the lesson first,
He hardly thinks it new.
To other hearts the selfsame truths No light or heat can bring; ■
They are but puzzling phrases strung Like beads upon a string.
O gift of gifts ! O grace of Faith!
My God ! how can it be That Thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me ?
There was a place, there was a time,
Whether by night or day, Thy Spirit came and left that gift,
And went upon His way.
How many hearts Thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine, How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of Thine ! |
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