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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393049" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I HEARD a voice at midnight, and it cried,<br>"O weary heart, O soul for which I died,<br>Why wilt thou spurn My wounded hands and side?<br>"Is there a heart more tender, more divine,<br>Than that sad heart which gave itself for thine?<br>5<br>Could there be love more warm, more full than Mine?<br>"What other touch can still thy trembling breath?<br>What other hand can hold thee after death?<br>What bread so sweet to him that hungereth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Warm is thy chamber, soft and warm thy bed;<br>10<br>Bleak, howling winds are round the path I tread;—<br>The Son of man can nowhere lay His head.<br>"Wilt thou not open to Me? To and fro<br>I wander, weary, thro' the driving snow;<br>But colder still that thou wouldst spurn Me so.<br>15</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I have a crown more bright than all that be,<br>I have a kingdom wider than the sea;<br>But both have I abandoned, seeking thee.<br>"Poor, weary heart, so worn and sad within!<br>Oh, open to thy Friend, thy Stay from sin,<br>20<br>That I, with all My love, may enter in."<br>I heard a voice at midnight, and I cried,<br>"O Lord, I need Thy wounded hands and side—<br>I need Thy love,—Lord, enter and abide."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393049" data-title="Hymn de Frederick George Scott" data-description="I HEARD a voice at midnight, and it cried, "O weary heart, O soul for which I died, Why wilt thou spurn My wounded hands and side? "Is there a heart more tender, more divine, Than that sad heart which gave itself for thine? 5 Could there..."></div> </div> </div>
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