SANCTUARY
"Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Good Lord Jesus, ope to see
Two tired travellers at Thy gate,
Wan and worn and desolate,
Who all night have wandered
On Death's weary waste," she said.
Good Lord Jesus, ope to see
Two tired travellers at Thy gate,
Wan and worn and desolate,
Who all night have wandered
On Death's weary waste," she said.
"Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Fair Thy lighted casements be:
Streams the rose-light through Thy door
And the song rings evermore;
But outside the night is black,
And a foe is on our track."
Fair Thy lighted casements be:
Streams the rose-light through Thy door
And the song rings evermore;
But outside the night is black,
And a foe is on our track."
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
I am weak, and weak is he;
Icy dews are on his head—
On his hair's young gold," she said;
"And our eyes are blind with tears,
And our hearts are cold with fears.
I am weak, and weak is he;
Icy dews are on his head—
On his hair's young gold," she said;
"And our eyes are blind with tears,
And our hearts are cold with fears.
"Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Many a long mile travelled we—
I in life, and he in death,
Fared by many a lonely heath,
Many a long mile travelled we—
I in life, and he in death,
Fared by many a lonely heath,
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