A Supplication for Love
HYMN I
" The Lord Jesus, although gone to the Father, and we see Him no more, is still present with His Church; and in His heavenly glory expends upon her as intense a love, as in the agony of the garden, and the crucifixion of the tree. Those eyes that wept, still gaze upon her." — Recalled words of an extempore Discourse, preached at Sidmouth , 1833.
God , named Love, whose fount Thou art,
Thy crownless Church before Thee stands,
With too much hating in her heart,
And too much striving in her hands!
O loving Lord! O slain for love!
Thy blood upon thy garments came —
Inwrap their folds our brows above,
Before we tell Thee all our shame!
" Love as I loved you," was the sound
That on thy lips expiring sate!
Sweet words, in bitter strivings drowned!
We hated as the worldly hate.
The spear that pierced for love thy side,
We dared for wrathful use to crave;
And with our cruel noise denied
Its silence to thy blood-red grave!
Ah, blood! that speaketh more of love
Than Abel's — could we speak like Cain,
And grieve and scare that holy Dove,
The parting love-gift of the Slain?
Yet, Lord, thy wronged love fulfil!
Thy Church, though fallen, before Thee stands —
Behold, the voice is Jacob's still,
Albeit the hands are Esau's hands!
Hast Thou no tears, like those besprent
Upon thy Zion's ancient part?
No moving looks, like those which sent
Their softness through a traitor's heart?
No touching tale of anguish dear;
Whereby like children we may creep,
All trembling, to each other near,
And view each other's face, and weep?
Oh, move us — T HOU hast power to move —
One in the one Beloved to be!
Teach us the heights and depths of love —
Give THINE — that we may love like T HEE !
" The Lord Jesus, although gone to the Father, and we see Him no more, is still present with His Church; and in His heavenly glory expends upon her as intense a love, as in the agony of the garden, and the crucifixion of the tree. Those eyes that wept, still gaze upon her." — Recalled words of an extempore Discourse, preached at Sidmouth , 1833.
God , named Love, whose fount Thou art,
Thy crownless Church before Thee stands,
With too much hating in her heart,
And too much striving in her hands!
O loving Lord! O slain for love!
Thy blood upon thy garments came —
Inwrap their folds our brows above,
Before we tell Thee all our shame!
" Love as I loved you," was the sound
That on thy lips expiring sate!
Sweet words, in bitter strivings drowned!
We hated as the worldly hate.
The spear that pierced for love thy side,
We dared for wrathful use to crave;
And with our cruel noise denied
Its silence to thy blood-red grave!
Ah, blood! that speaketh more of love
Than Abel's — could we speak like Cain,
And grieve and scare that holy Dove,
The parting love-gift of the Slain?
Yet, Lord, thy wronged love fulfil!
Thy Church, though fallen, before Thee stands —
Behold, the voice is Jacob's still,
Albeit the hands are Esau's hands!
Hast Thou no tears, like those besprent
Upon thy Zion's ancient part?
No moving looks, like those which sent
Their softness through a traitor's heart?
No touching tale of anguish dear;
Whereby like children we may creep,
All trembling, to each other near,
And view each other's face, and weep?
Oh, move us — T HOU hast power to move —
One in the one Beloved to be!
Teach us the heights and depths of love —
Give THINE — that we may love like T HEE !
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