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"JESUS, THE LADDER OF MY FAITH."
JESUS, the ladder of my faith
Rests on the jasper walls of Heaven;
And through the veiling clouds I catch
Faint visions of the mystic Seven.

The glory of the rainbowed Throne
Illumes those clouds like lambent flame,
As once on earth Thy Love divine
Burned through the robes of human shame.

Thou art the same, O gracious Lord,
The same dear Christ that Thou wert then,
And all the praises angels sing
Delight Thee less than prayers of men.

We have no tears Thou wilt not dry;
We have no wounds Thou wilt not heal;
No sorrows pierce our human hearts
That Thou, dear Saviour, dost not feel.

Thy pity like the dew distils,
And Thy compassion like the light
Our every morning overfills,
And crowns with stars our every night.

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