Ad leones
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Stars of Leo. Gliese Gliese Gliese GJ Hidden categories: Articles with short description Short description is different from Wikidata Use dmy dates from July Thou knewest not must be transformed when He. The Holy One, hung on it; knewest not. That death with all things else must own the One. Whom only man rejected,-that His death.
Was but thy sentence, and His cross thy cross.
The only glory and the only joy. Amid thy shadows is the lonely path. Of One who had not where to lay His head. Of One who has ennobled poverty. Come to be with us, come not to be served. But in the blest necessity of love. To serve even unto death, to serve forever. And link us with Himself in blessedness. The fruit of His own solitary toil. O Son of God, yet Son of man forever!
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Thy tree of life is in these dark death-waters. And Marah is not Marah! Yes, we, poor shrinking tremblers, we can drink.
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Of any cup Thy lips have pressed, and whence. Thou hast drained all the bitterness.
Death is gone. Behind me in thy Cross; sin gone, wrath gone. There is no wrath for me and no forsaking.
Those arms that shut out trouble evermore. And shut me in to rest and joy and peace. Where He, my Father-God, in His own love.
Rests and rejoices in His lost one found.
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Can there be sorrow that Thy path is mine? That the disciple should be as his Lord? What shadow could be dark beside the darkness. That hung its noonday shroud about the Cross? What have I lost, but loss? And if I have seen all my treasures landed.
Though by rough hands, upon the sunlit shore.