Christ My Song - 829

Art thou weary, sad, and lonely - The last knock
(Frances Bevan/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)

The last knock.

Matthew 11,28.

1. Art thou weary, sad, and lonely,
all thy summer past?
One remaineth, and One only –
hear his Voice at last. (PDF - Midi)

2. Voice that called thee all unheeded,
love that knocked in vain;
now, forsaken, dost thou need it?
Hear that Voice again.

3. "Open to me, my belòved,
I have waited long,
till the night fell on the glory,
silence on the song;

4. till the brightness and the sweetness,
and the smiles were fled,
till thy heart was worn and broken –
till thy love was dead.

5. Thou wouldst none of me, belovèd,
yet beloved wert thou;
thou didst scorn me in the sunshine,
wilt thou have me now?

6. Soul, for thee I left my glory,
bore the curse of God –
wept for thee with bitterest weeping,
agony and blood.

7. Soul, for thee I died dishonoured,
as a felon dies;
for thou wert the pearl all priceless
in thy Saviour's eyes.

8. Soul, for thee I rose victorious,
glad that thou wert free;
entered Heaven in triumph glorious –
Heaven I won for thee.

9. Soul, from Heaven I speak to woo thee –
thee, the lost, the lone;
earth may fail thee, sin undo thee,
all the ore mine own.

10. Sorrow, sin, and desolation,
these thy claim to me;
love that won thee full salvation,
this my claim to thee.

11. Soul, I knock, I stand beseeching,
turn me not away;
heart that craves thee, love that needs thee –
wilt thou say me nay?"

V. M.

Frances Bevan, Hymns of Ter Steegen, Suso and others 1, 1899, 129-131.