J. Stuart Holden
THROUGH the noise of earth’s ten thousand voices,
Songs of joy and din of busy mart,
Comes a sound to which thine ear must hearken,
’Tis the Saviour knocking at thy heart.
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Marred His face, though glorious His apparel,
Scarred His hand and thorn-crowned is His brow,
As thy Saviour He on Calvary suffered,
As thy King He cometh to thee now.
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Listen to His tender, gracious pleading,
Words of love and promises divine,
Joys unknown by hearts to Him unyielded,
Love to satisfy the needs of thine.
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Every need so fully met in Jesus,
Not a longing that He will not fill,
Not a burden but His grace will lighten,
Not a storm but His own peace will still.
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As thy King He’ll give thee royal bounty,
Thy poor cup shall overflow its brim;
Thou shalt know on earth the bliss of heaven,
When thy heart is opened unto Him.
