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And he fell to the earth and heard a voice saying unto him	A
Saul Saul why persecutest thou Me And he said Who art	B
Thou Lord And the Lord said I am Jesus whom thou	C
persecutest Acts ix	D
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The mid day sun with fiercest glare	E
Broods o'er the hazy twinkling air	E
Along the level sand	F
The palm tree's shade unwavering lies	D
Just as thy towers Damascus rise	D
To greet you wearied band	F
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The leader of that martial crew	G
Seems bent some mighty deed to do	G
So steadily he speeds	D
With lips firm closed and fixed eye	H
Like warrior when the fight is night	I
Nor talk nor landscape heeds	D
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What sudden blaze is round him poured	J
As though all Heaven's refulgent hoard	J
In one rich glory shone	K
One moment and to earth he falls	D
What voice his inmost heart appalls	D
Voice heard by him alone	K
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For to the rest both words and form	L
Seem lost in lightning and in storm	L
While Saul in wakeful trance	D
Sees deep within that dazzling field	M
His persecuted Lord revealed	M
With keen yet pitying glance	D
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And hears time meek upbraiding call	N
As gently on his spirit fall	N
As if th' Almighty Son	O
Were prisoner yet in this dark earth	P
Nor had proclaimed His royal birth	P
Nor His great power begun	O
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Ah wherefore persecut'st thou Me	Q
He heard and saw and sought to free	Q
His strained eyes from the sight	I
But Heaven's high magic bound it there	E
Still gazing though untaught to bear	E
Th' insufferable light	I
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Who art Thou Lord he falters forth	R
So shall Sin ask of heaven and earth	P
At the last awful day	S
When did we see Thee suffering nigh	H
And passed Thee with unheeding eye	H
Great God of judgment say	S
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Ah little dream our listless eyes	D
What glorious presence they despise	D
While in our noon of life	T
To power or fame we rudely press	D
Christ is at hand to scorn or bless	D
Christ suffers in our strife	T
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And though heaven's gate long since have closed	U
And our dear Lord in bliss reposed	U
High above mortal ken	V
To every ear in every land	U
Thought meek ears only understand	U
He speaks as he did then	V
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Ah wherefore persecute ye Me	Q
'Tis hard ye so in love should be	Q
With your own endless woe	W
Know though at God's right hand I live	X
I feel each wound ye reckless give	Y
To the least saint below	W
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I in your care My brethren left	U
Not willing ye should be bereft	U
Of waiting on your Lord	U
The meanest offering ye can make	Z
A drop of water for love's sake	Z
In Heaven be sure is stored	U
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O by those gentle tones and dear	A2
When thou hast stayed our wild career	A2
Thou only hope of souls	D
Ne'er let us cast one look behind	U
But in the thought of Jesus find	U
What every thought controls	D
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As to Thy last Apostle's heart	U
Thy lightning glance did then impart	U
Zeal's never dying fire	B2
So teach us on Thy shrine to lay	S
Our hearts and let them day by day	S
Intenser blaze and higher	B2
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And as each mild and winning note	U
Like pulses that round harp strings float	U
When the full strain is o'er	B2
Left lingering on his inward ear	C2
Music that taught as death drew near	A2
Love's lesson more and more	D2
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So as we walk our earthly round	U
Still may the echo of that sound	U
Be in our memory stored	U
Christians behold your happy state	U
Christ is in these who round you wait	U
Make much of your dear Lord	U

John Keble

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