Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-10-31

I'm growing very old. This weary head,
That hath SO oft leaned on Jesus breast
In days long past that seem almost q dream
L. bent and boary with Its weight Of years.
These limbs that followed Jimmy Master-oft
From Gaiilee to Judea; yes, that stood
Beneath the cross and trembled with His groane,
Refuse TO bear me even through the streets
To preach INTO my children Zen my lips
Refuse to ,orm the words my heart eepds forth.
Ny cars are dull. they scarcely hear the sobs
OF ny dear children gathered round my couch;
God lays His hand upon me; yea. His band,
And not His rod-thc gentle hand that IT
Felt those three years. 20 often pressed in mine.
In Friendship such passes womsn's leve
I'm old: SO old cannot recollect
The faces Of my friends; and I forget
The words and deeds that make up daily lie;
But that dear face and every word He spoke
Grow more distinct as others fade away,
More than with living Some seventy years az.
| was fisher by the sacred sea.
Rat nss a. d-s sunset How TIE tranquil tide
STept up the distant hills and in its wake
soft purple shadows w.rspped the dewy deIds
For the first time on that sweet fac. those eyes,
From out Of which, as from q window. shone
And lighted Il fo Se @y TRsn H lS
Broke on the silence OF my heart and mads
TIE TIE. Whole b@Ss world musical !1carna.s love
His mantle Oh: what holy walks we bad.
through harvest fields and desolate. dreary waste
And oftentimes He leaned upon my arm.
Wesried and wa{;worn I was young and strong.
And old and feeble. Let me rest on Thee.
50. put Thine arm around me. closer still-
Come let US leave these noisy streets and take
The path to Bethany; for Mays smile
s1 Ions MS a, sne Sats r.. .SennH meal
Come. james, the Master waits; and Peter. See
Has gone some steps before. What say you.
Iha. this /. Ephesus: and Christ ,st has scn.
FsSs to H ,nS ns AZ cw ~: f. seemed o.
TO stand once more upon mp native hills
To paIsied limbs. I feel II has to mine.
10. bear me once more 70 my church. Once more.
Fn,. by the sweetness OF nv Masters voice o;
Just now. think He must be very neer>. .iw
Has worn thin that can see beyond
And watch His footsteps. So. raise up my head
The S" faces Of my dock. i. that the IL Sc Sc.
That ,,'s nsr 60 or d = Tsopns, Msss
he gave His Son: 20 love ye one ano,her;
Love God and man. Amen. Now bear me back.
I'll legacy unto an Sn ;nsry ~c,d /. thi.
Nay. write me rather Jesus Chri.ts SeioSsG JONI
more ou %y e vide
The eastern window. See. there Gomez 4 uglS
n the 81 e
And touched me % the shoulder. See, II grove
As when We mounted toward the pearly gates!
know the way. trod It once before.
And bark II Is the song the ranscmed sang
OF glory to the Lamb. How loud Il so0nds;
And that unwritten one. Mefhnks my soul
Can join it now. But who are thcee who crowd
The shining way? Say-Joy. tits the eleven,
With Peter nrst. How eagerly be looks.
How bright the smiles are besming On JsD0
face.
am the last. Once more We are eopplsts
To gather round the Pascal feast Ny plsce
Is next my Master. Oh. my Lord. my Led:
How bright Thou art: and yet the very ssms
I loved In Galtlee. It's worth the hundred yasn
To feel this bliss So lift me up. dear Lord.
Unto Thy bosom. These shall aida
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