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Christ in the Garden
By John Keble (17921866)
O L
I will lie still;
I will not stir, lest I forsake thine arm,
And break the charm
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father’s breast
In perfect rest.
With thy false smile;
I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways;
Be silent, Praise,
Blind guide with siren voice, and blinding all
That hear thy call.
Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find
All to thy mind,
Think who did once from heaven to hell descend,
Thee to befriend:
So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,
Thy best, thine all.
So spake the Son.
Be this our charm, mellowing earth’s ruder noise
Of griefs and joys:
That we may cling forever to Thy breast
In perfect rest!