Love

God so loved me that He gave
Jesus for my sins to die;
Jesus loved me in the grave,
Jesus loves me still on high, -
Father-love and Saviour-love,
Mine on earth and mine above!

Love, from highest heights that stooped, -
Love, to deepest depths that came, -
Love, that 'neath my burden drooped, -
Bore my anguish and my shame -
Died, that I may never die, -
Living, lifts me to the sky!

Love, the arm that reached me first, -
Love, the hand that raised me up, -
Love, my prison-bars that burst, -
Love, that filled my brimming cup -
Filled it full of Heavenly wine -
Filled, and blessed, and made it mine!

Love, the holy, cleansing fount
Where I wash my garments white, -
Love, my Tabor, hallowed mount,
Where I stand with Him in sight, -
Love, my watch-tower, till the day
Chase all earth-born mists away!

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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Fount Of Bliss

"Yea I have loved thee with an everlasting love."


Love of God! - amazing love!
Height, above all other height,
Depth no creature thought can prove,
Boundless, endless, infinite!
Howsoe'er I sink or rise,
Stretch my powers beyond, abroad,
Pierce the depths or climb the skies,
Find I still the love of God -
Fount of bliss, exhaustless, free,
Evermore unsealed for me!

Love of Christ! - amazing love!
Vast as His eternity;
Theme of angel-tongues above,
Theme of souls redeemed like me!
Outward to creation's bound,
Up to Heaven's serenest height,
Universal space around,
Swells the chorus day and night -
Fount of bliss, exhaustless, free,
Evermore unsealed for me!

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Jesus The Souls Rest.

"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."


I gave myself to Jesus
    In my sunny childhood's years,
When on my young, unsullied cheek
    There lay no trace of tears;
I little knew what gift I gave,
    Nor yet what gift I took;
For life without and life within
    Were each a sealed-up book.

But soon enough unfolding years
    Brought sorrow, toil, and pain, -
Brought disappointment's burning tears,
    And yearnings wild and vain;
And then I learned what precious Gift
    In Jesus I received
In that still hour of childish trust,
    When my young heart believed.

'Twas then I knew what arm unseen
    Was round me 'mid the strife,
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After This The Judgement

As eager homebound traveller to the goal,
    Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,
Or martyr panting for an aureole,
    My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain
That hidden mansion of perpetual peace
    Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:
That gate stands open of perennial ease;
    I view the glory till I partly long,
Yet lack the fire of love which quickens these.
    O passing Angel, speed me with a song,
A melody of heaven to reach my heart
    And rouse me to the race and make me strong;
Till in such music I take up my part
    Swelling those Hallelujahs full of rest,
One, tenfold, hundredfold, with heavenly art,
    Fulfilling north and south and east and west,
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Longings

Sleep, gentle, mysterious healer,
    Come down with thy balm-cup to me!
Come down, O thou mystic revealer
    Of glories the day may not see!
For dark is the cloud that is o'er me,
    And heavy the shadows that fall,
And lone is the pathway before me,
    And far-off the voice that doth call -
        Faintly, yet tenderly ever,
            From over the dark river, call.

Let me bask for an hour in the sun-ray
    That wraps him forever in light;
Awhile tread his flowery pathway
    Through bowers of unfailing delight; -
Again clasp the hands I lost sight of
    In the chill mist that hung o'er the tide,
What time, with the pale, silent boatman,
    I saw him away from me glide -
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Hail, Risen Lord!

Hail, risen Lord, upon whose brow
The crown of victory resteth now,
        Unfading as the sun!
Hail, vanquisher of every foe,
Of Sin, dread source of all our woe,
        And Death - the last undone!

Hail, risen Lord, - the empty grave
Proclaims aloud thy power to save, -
        Thy high, victorious might!
Hail, Lord of life, and peace, and love,
On thy exalted throne above,
        In uncreated light!

Hail, risen Lord, - we bend the knee,
And lift the adoring eye to thee,
        And yield thee worship meet! -
And, while the angelic hosts on high
Shout their hosannas through the sky,
        We breathe them at thy feet

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Somewhere

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


I.

Somewhere, I know, there waits for me
    A home that mocks the pomp of Earth,
Eye hath not seen its majesty,
    Nor heart conceived its priceless worth, -
Talk not of crystal, gems, or gold,
    Or towers that flame in changeless light,
Imagination, weak and cold,
    Faints far below the unmeasured height!
And through its open doors for aye,
    As ages after ages glide,
Without a moment's pause or stay,
    Flows grandly in the living tide -
Brothers, redeemed ones, pressing home
    From every clime, from every shore,
Beneath that fair celestial dome
    Meet to be parted nevermore!


II.

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