I Shall Be Satisfied

I shall be satisfied when I awaken
    In thy dear likeness, my King and my Lord, -
When the dark prison of death shall be shaken,
    And the freed spirit comes forth at thy word! -
I shall be satisfied, Saviour, be satisfied,
    Wearing thy likeness and near to thy side!
Sinless and sorrowless, robed in thy righteousness,
    What can I ask for in glory beside?

I shall be satisfied loving thee ever,
    Hearing thy accents and sharing thy joy,
Fearing nor change nor estrangement to sever
    Me from my Lord and His blissful employ! -
Satisfied, satisfied, evermore satisfied,
    Wearing thy likeness and near to thy side!
Sinless and sorrowless, robed in thy righteousness,
    What can I ask for in glory beside?

I shall be satisfied when I behold thee,
    I shall be like thee, my Saviour and King!
And, in the radiance that will enfold thee,
    I shall enfolded be, too, while I sing -
Lo, I am satisfied, Saviour, am satisfied,
    Wearing thy likeness and near thy side!
Sinless and sorrowless, robed in thy righteousness,
    What can I ask for in glory beside!

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

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"For he looked for a city that hath foundations, whose Maker and Builder is God."


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Somewhere, I know, there waits for me
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Beyond The Shadows.

Thou hast entered the land without shadows,
    Thou who, 'neath the shadow, so long
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That, from bowers of beauty Elysian,
    Float tenderly sweet to thine ear;
Round us, lie Earth's desolate midnight,
    Her winter-plains bare and untrod, -
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    That beams from the City of God!

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I Will Not Let Thee Go.

        Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the midnight glideth slow, -
Though the darkness deep and long
Dim the sight and hush the song,
On thy tender, faithful breast,
Find I still my perfect rest -
Soothing sweet for keenest woe -
And I will not let thee go!

        Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the morn's enkindling glow
Flame along the mountain-height.
Flooding all the hills with light;
What can morning bring to me,
Tender Shepherd, wanting thee?
What its songs but sobs of woe?
Nay, I will not let thee go!

        Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the day no shadows know;
Though, the sky's serene to dim,
Lower no storm-cloud dark and grim;
Whom have I in Heaven but thee? -
What beside hath earth for me? -

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Longing To Be With Christ.

To Jesus, the Crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone:
O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!


My Saviour, whom absent I love,
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