On the road home; poems . LOOKING UPWARD TWO OR THREE There were only two or three of us, Who came to the place of prayer,Came in the teeth of a driving storm, But for that we did not care,Since, after our hymns of praise had risen. And our earnest prayers were Master Himself was present there. And gave us the living bread. We knew His look in our leaders face, So rapt, and glad, and free jWe felt His touch when our heads were bowed, We heard His Come to Me !Nobody saw Him lift the latch. And none unbarred the door ,•But Peace was His token to every heart. And how could we ask for mor
On the road home; poems . LOOKING UPWARD TWO OR THREE There were only two or three of us, Who came to the place of prayer,Came in the teeth of a driving storm, But for that we did not care,Since, after our hymns of praise had risen. And our earnest prayers were Master Himself was present there. And gave us the living bread. We knew His look in our leaders face, So rapt, and glad, and free jWe felt His touch when our heads were bowed, We heard His Come to Me !Nobody saw Him lift the latch. And none unbarred the door ,•But Peace was His token to every heart. And how could we ask for more ? Each of us felt the load of sin From the weary shoulder fall ;Each of us dropped the load of care, And the grief that was like a pall j6i And over our spirits a blessed calm Swept in from the jasper strength was ours for toil and strife In the days that were thence to be. It was only a handful gathered in To the little place of prayer jOutside were struggle and pain and sin, But the Lord Himself was there jH
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