W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
I have yet many Things to say unto YouEdward Hayes Plumptre (18211891)
In that still upper room,
While the rich crimson of the closing day
Was fading into gloom,
And over all, benumbing soul and sense,
Hung the cold shadow of a dread suspense.
And spoke their wonder out;
Their Master’s wisdom seemed an empty sound,
And faith was nigh to doubt,
And with the simpler questions of a child
Mingled vague dreams, dull thoughts, and guesses wild.
That other Paraclete,
To lead them on to Truth’s eternal home
And guide their wandering feet;
That could not soothe the anguish of their heart,
They asked in sadness “Must their Lord depart?”
Against an evil world,
The wondrous promise, certain not to fail,
Truth’s banner wide unfurled;
All this they heard, and yet their thoughts were cold,
Feeble the strong, and faint of heart the bold.
Or sayings dark and dim,
They yet had much to learn and He to teach,
Ere they could rest in Him,
Ere they could preach His words with cleanséd lips,
Or He impart His full Apocalypse.
The Spirit true and pure,
To guide the souls of those He owns as friends
In pathway straight and sure,
Unfolding still to souls that love the light
The glories of His wisdom infinite.
Which now we scarce can bear,
And though at times our hearts within us burn
We soon forget to hear,
And look with vision dim and wondering eyes
As, one by one, new fears and doubts arise.
And let Thy Spirit’s might
Through all life’s wars and storms be with us still,
And lead us to the light;
Through mists and shadows guide our wandering feet,
And with Him come Thyself, Thou first great Paraclete.