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Give me Love Like This

Give Me Love Like This

 

 

Many crowd the Savior's Kingdom,

 

Few receive His Cross,

 

Many seek His consolation,

 

Few will suffer loss

 

For the dear sake of the Master,

 

Counting all but dross.

 

 

 

Many sit at Jesus' table,

 

Few will fast with Him

 

When the sorrow-cup of anguish

 

Trembles to the brim.

 

Few watch with Him in the garden

 

Who have sung the hymn.

 

 

 

Many will confess His wisdom.

 

Few embrace his shame,

 

Many, should He smile upon them,

 

Will His praise proclaim;

 

Then, if for a while He leave them,

 

They desert his Name.

 

 

 

But the souls who love Him truly

 

In woe or in sweet bliss,

 

These will count their truest heart's blood

 

Not their own, but His;

 

Savior, Thou Who thus hast loved me,

 

Give me love like this.

 

 

Amy Carmichael

 




 


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