THE HOME IN BETHANY
Around it memories sacred forevermore shall twine,
Those needs so purely human, those graces most divine;
We long to serve with Martha, or else all joy complete,
If only we, with Mary, might sit at Jesus' feet.
Those needs so purely human, those graces most divine;
We long to serve with Martha, or else all joy complete,
If only we, with Mary, might sit at Jesus' feet.
O soul, do thou but hearken! He passeth by e'en now;
Anoint with love and pity that thorn-encircled brow;
He yearneth for thy friendship, without the world's chill,
And thou canst bid Him welcome, for He is knocking still.
Anoint with love and pity that thorn-encircled brow;
He yearneth for thy friendship, without the world's chill,
And thou canst bid Him welcome, for He is knocking still.
Thou ever mayst confess Him, a sneering world before;
When others would revile Him, the Nazarene adore;
Aweary, still He pleadeth, oh, give Him of thy best
And in thy very heart-depths make Him the honored guest.
When others would revile Him, the Nazarene adore;
Aweary, still He pleadeth, oh, give Him of thy best
And in thy very heart-depths make Him the honored guest.