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Show GETHSEXATE. A golden chain. O Lord, A ch.tin of woe. Ever in sweet accord Swings to and fro. One end ia oux3. to cling. Tearful, thereto: Through our hearts' quivering, Lord, hold us truer! Welded the othr end Straight to Thy Throne; Softly Thy love doth bend Over Thine own! Ever Thy cup they drink. Eager to be Tightening each shining link Leading to Thee. , Sharing Thine inn?r bliss, 'Sea-deps of peace Under the waves that hiss Softly increase. Deener Thy plummet goes, Glittering rr.ee: Closer our clinging grows. Life-line, to Thee. Up to Thy BleedingHeart Draw us thereby! Through everv sting and smarft : Say, "It is I!" ' I. Jesu. we beg of Thee, Grieving, alone. In our Gethsemane I Comfort Thine own! , - f Show us our sorrow-chain - i Fastenod secure! 7 - f Each lender spirit-gain Gently made sure. . Love, hold us every hour, , ; .Love ail aglow! I The. and Thy touch of power, :,' Jesu. we know. i CAROLINE D. Sft'AN. |