Matt. xi. 28.
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?"