THE lines of care are on thy brow,
And few there be who want thee now.
Thou sittest in thine old arm-chair,
Not greatly wanted anywhere.
Then let me tell thee words of cheer,
For love and warmth are very near.
There is a home for thee above,
There is a God whose Name is Love.
He gave His Son, He gave His best,
To heal thy wounds and give thee rest.
Christ came from Heav’n, He lived, He died,
With malefactors crucified.
He rose ― His blessed work was done;
He rose ― the ever living ONE.
Let me recall this talc so true,
So sweet and yet received by few;
Thou know’st it well, and yet thy mind
Perhaps, like others, has been blind!
But canst thou still unmindful be
Of One Who died to set thee free?
Who, waiting, knocketh at thy door
With love’s persistence, more and more.
Thy faintest welcome He will hear,
His love will banish every fear,
Will fill thy mind with things above,
And satisfy thee with His Love;
Will give thy heart His home to share,
And make thee feel thou’rt wanted there.