Wednesday
Not heralded by fire and storm,
In shadowy outline dimly seen,
Comes through the gloom a glorious form,
The once-despised Nazarene.
"Fear not, Beloved, thou art Mine,
For I have given My life for thee,
By name I call thee, rise and shine,
Be praise and glory unto Me!
Thy life is hid in God with Me,
I stoop to dwell within thy breast."
"My joy for ever Thou shalt be,
And in my love for Thee I rest!"
F. R. Havergal
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