Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HE IS THY LORD, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL


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First Line: Jesus, beloved master, art thou near
Last Line: To work for thee with single heart and eye.
Subject(s): Jesus Christ


JESUS, beloved Master, art Thou near?
My heart goes forth to Thee! Thy precious Word
Has flashed a bright yet tender thrill, a touch
Of living light, all through my silent soul.
I had not looked for it. I was too tired
For earnest search, and could not rise above
A sense of weary pain, that drew a veil
Of mist and lonely gloom before my eyes.
But as I lay and waited for the sleep
That had been asked, the Book beside my hand
Lured me to glance at lightly opening leaves.
Did not Thy loving Spirit guide the glance
That fell upon the unsought word of power,
"He is Thy Lord"? So simple, yet so strong,
So all-embracing! oh, it was enough
To chase away all mists and glooms of life.

"HE is Thy Lord!" Thyself, O Saviour dear,
And not another. Whom have I but Thee
In heaven or earth? And whom should I desire!
For Thou hast said, "So shall the King desire thee!"
And well may I respond in wondering love,
"Thou art my Lord, and I will worship Thee."

"He IS thy Lord!" So certainly, I know
My glad allegiance has been given to Thee,
Because Thine all-compelling love and grace
Have won the citadel which else had stood
Defiant, till God's wrath had laid it low.
So certainly! a fact which cannot change
Because Thou changest not, my glorious Lord.

"He is THY Lord!" Oh, mine! though other lords
Have had dominion, now I know Thy name,
And its great music is the only key
To which my soul vibrates in full accord,
Blending with other notes but as they blend
With this. Oh, mine! But dare I say it, I,
Who fail and wander, mourning oftentimes
Some sin-made discord, or some tuneless string?
It would be greater daring to deny,
To say, "Not mine," when Thou hast proved to me
That I am Thine, by promise sealed with blood.

"He is thy LORD!" Oh, I am glad of this,
So glad that Thou art Master, Sovereign, King!
Only I want Thy rule to be supreme
And absolute; no lurking rebel thought,
No traitor in disguise to pass its bounds.
So glad, -- because it is such rest to know
That Thou hast ordered and appointed all,
And wilt yet order and appoint my lot.
For though so much I cannot understand,
And would not choose, has been, and yet may be,
Thou choosest and Thou rulest, THOU, my Lord!
And this is peace, such peace, -- I hardly pause
To look beyond to all the coming joy
And glory of Thy full and visible reign:
Thou reignest now -- "He is thy Lord!" to-day!

My Lord! My heart hath said it joyfully.
Nay, could it be my own cold, treacherous heart?
'Tis comfort to remember that we have
No will or power to think one holy thought,
And thereby estimate His power in us, --
"No man can say that Jesus is the Lord,
But by the Holy Ghost." Then it must be
That all the sweetness of the word, "Thy Lord,"
And all the long glad echoes that it woke,
Are whispers of the Spirit, and a seal
Upon His work, as yet so faintly seen.

"My Lord, my God!" Thou hearest, blessed Lord,
Thou knowest how, like Mary, I would bend
At Thy beloved feet, if Thou wert here!
"If Thou wert here?" But surely Thou art here,
And I believe it, though I cannot see.
I should not love Thee now wert Thou not near,
Looking on me in love. Yea, Thou dost meet
Those that remember Thee. Look on me still,
Lord Jesus Christ, and let Thy look give strength
To work for Thee with single heart and eye.





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