The Home Circle

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 6, 1887

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 13, No. 39.

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The Home Circle.

CHRIST, LET ME COME TO THEE.

CHRIST, let me nearer come; My soul would gaze On the unrivaled riches of thy grace; Would see the brightness of Heaven's glory shine In holy radiance from the brow divine; And yet afar I stand, and through the gloom I scarce discern thy face.
Fain would my soul be blest; Sadly I stand, Salvation's unfilled cup within my hand. I taste the ripples of redemption's streams, But lead me where the unwasting fountain gleams. Oh! show me where thy flocks at noontime rest, By heavenly zephyrs fanned.
Yes, I will come to thee, Will haste again Through the dense crowd to touch thy garment's hem. Oh! let me place in thine my trembling hand, "And walk beside thee to the holy land;" Choose thou the way, if thou but share with me The gladness and the pain. —Earnest Christian.