A Better Ressurrection
Christina Rossetti, 1862 |
1 I have no wit, no words, no tears; 2 My heart within me like a stone 3 Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears; 4 Look right, look left, I dwell alone; 5 I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief 6 No everlasting hills I see; 7 My life is in the falling leaf: 8 O Jesus, quicken me. 9 My life is like a faded leaf, 10 My harvest dwindled to a husk: 11 Truly my life is void and brief 12 And tedious in the barren dusk; 13 My life is like a frozen thing, 14 No bud nor greenness can I see: 15 Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring; 16 O Jesus, rise in me. 17 My life is like a broken bowl, 18 A broken bowl that cannot hold 19 One drop of water for my soul 20 Or cordial in the searching cold; 21 Cast in the fire the perish'd thing; 22 Melt and remould it, till it be 23 A royal cup for Him, my King: 24 O Jesus, drink of me. |