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THE LAST KNOCK

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.


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