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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above; If mountains can be moved by faith.
Is there less power in love?
How little of that road, my soul!
How little hast thou gone! Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
The freedom from all wilful sin, The Christian's daily task,—
Oh these are graces far below What longing love would ask!
Dole not thy duties out to God,
But let thy hand be free : Look long at Jesus; His sweet Blood
How was it dealt to thee ?
The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love; If thou wert sick for want of God,
How swiftly wouldst thou move !
Good is the cloister's silent shade, Cold watch and pining fast;
Better the mission's wearing strife, If there thy lot be cast. |
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