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W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

Comest Thou to Me?

Lady Georgiana Fullerton (1812–1885)

‘AND comest Thou to me, O Lord,

When I have need of Thee?’

Such was the Baptist’s trembling cry,

His self-denouncing plea.

But none may shrink from work God sets

From high or lowly task:

By thee is thine own part fulfilled?

Is all that He will ask.

A sinner with a load of care,

And conscious sin opprest,

Must sometimes act an Angel’s part,

And speak of God’s Behest.

The highest place may sometimes prove

A source of penance keen,

And self-abhorring pangs there are

By all but God unseen.

His gifts, through human hands and frail,

Without defilement flow,

And Saints may kneeling claim the boon

That sinners can bestow.

When Jesus knelt that wondrous hour

At His own servant’s feet,

He taught proud hearts to bend the knee

In lowly penance meet.

And in that hour the Sacred Dove

Appeared to mortal eye,

And God’s own voice in thunder spoke

A blessing from the sky.