Poems (Helen Jenkins)/Come unto Me

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"COME UNTO ME."
"Come to me," the Master sayeth;Who this earnest call obeyeth?Who, alas! the time delayeth?
The church is needy of each friendOf God, as watchmen to defendThe right, the wrong transcend.
'Tis sweet, dear Jesus, to abideWith Thee; to know we have a guideWho ne'er forsakes, whate'er betide,—
So near that we may touch the hemOf shining garments, cling to them,And find the new Jerusalem,
Whose sapphire walls a softer glowOver the darkest paths will throw;And faithful, trusting souls may go
And stand within the holy place;Or, bending, seek the Father's faceAnd the outpouring of His grace.
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The Saviour came to claim His own:O, never was such kindness shown,Never was such compassion known!
And will His children turn away?O, let us come to Him to-day,And at His feet an offering lay.
We know He calls us; yet we fear,So poor and weak our hearts appear,Some hidden foe may linger near
To lead our feet astray. Dear Lord,We have the promise in Thy wordOur cry for strength is ever heard.
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