Matt. xi. 28.
Art
thou weary, sad, and lonely
All
thy summer
past?
One
remaineth, and One only--
Hear
His Voice at
last.
Voice
that called thee all unheeded,
Love
that knocked in
vain;
Now,
forsaken, dost thou need it?
Hear
that Voice
again.
"Open
to Me, my belovèd,
I
have waited
long,
Till
the night fell on the glory,
Silence
on the
song;
"Till
the brightness and the sweetness,
And
the smiles were
fled,
Till
thy heart was worn and broken--
Till
thy love was
dead.
"Thou
wouldst none of Me, belovèd,
Yet
beloved wert
thou;
Thou
didst scorn Me in the sunshine,
Wilt
thou have Me
now?
"Soul,
for thee I left My glory,
Bore
the curse of
God--
Wept
for thee with bitterest weeping,
Agony
and
blood.
"Soul,
for thee I died dishonoured,
As
a felon
dies;
For
thou wert the pearl all priceless
In
thy Saviour's
eyes.
"Soul,
for thee I rose victorious,
Glad
that thou wert
free;
Entered
Heaven in triumph glorious--
Heaven
I won for
thee.
"Soul,
from Heaven I speak to woo thee--
Thee,
the lost, the
lone;
Earth
may fail thee, sin undo thee,
All
the more Mine
own.
"Sorrow,
sin, and desolation,
These
thy claim to
Me;
Love
that won thee full salvation,
This
My claim to
thee.
"Soul,
I knock, I stand beseeching,
Turn
me not
away;
Heart
that craves thee, love that needs thee--
Wilt
thou say Me
nay?"
V. M.
