Come and See
Master , where abidest Thou?
Lamb of God, 'tis Thee we seek;
For the wants which press us now
Other aid is all too weak.
Canst Thou take our sins away?
May we find repose in Thee?
From the gracious lips to-day,
As of old, breathes, “Come and see.”
Master, where abidest Thou?
We would leave the past behind;
We would scale the mountain's brow,
Learning more Thy heavenly mind
Still a look is all our lore,
The transforming look to Thee:
From the Living Truth once more
Breathes the answer, “Come and see.”
Master, where abidest Thou?
How shall we thine image best
Bear in light upon our brow,
Stamp in love upon our breast?
Still a look is all our might;
Looking draws the heart to Thee,
Sends us from the absorbing sight
With the message, “Come and see.”
Master, where abidest Thou?
All the springs of life are low;
Sin and grief our spirits bow,
And we wait Thy call to go
From the depths of happy rest,
Where the just abide with Thee;
From the Voice which makes them blest
Falls the summons, “Come and see.”
Christian, tell it to thy brother,
From life's dawning to its end;
Every hand may clasp another,
And the loneliest bring a friend;
Till the veil is drawn aside,
And from where her home shall be
Bursts upon the enfranchised Bride
The triumphant “Come and see!”
Lamb of God, 'tis Thee we seek;
For the wants which press us now
Other aid is all too weak.
Canst Thou take our sins away?
May we find repose in Thee?
From the gracious lips to-day,
As of old, breathes, “Come and see.”
Master, where abidest Thou?
We would leave the past behind;
We would scale the mountain's brow,
Learning more Thy heavenly mind
Still a look is all our lore,
The transforming look to Thee:
From the Living Truth once more
Breathes the answer, “Come and see.”
Master, where abidest Thou?
How shall we thine image best
Bear in light upon our brow,
Stamp in love upon our breast?
Still a look is all our might;
Looking draws the heart to Thee,
Sends us from the absorbing sight
With the message, “Come and see.”
Master, where abidest Thou?
All the springs of life are low;
Sin and grief our spirits bow,
And we wait Thy call to go
From the depths of happy rest,
Where the just abide with Thee;
From the Voice which makes them blest
Falls the summons, “Come and see.”
Christian, tell it to thy brother,
From life's dawning to its end;
Every hand may clasp another,
And the loneliest bring a friend;
Till the veil is drawn aside,
And from where her home shall be
Bursts upon the enfranchised Bride
The triumphant “Come and see!”
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