The Soul's Quest and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott



"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock."—REV. iii. 20.


I heard a voice at midnight, and it cried,
“O weary heart, O soul for which I died,
Why wilt thou spurn My wounded hands and side?

“Is there a heart more tender, more divine,
Than that sad heart which gave itself for thine?

Could there be love more warm, more full than Mine?

“What other touch can still thy trembling breath?
What other hand can hold thee after death?
What bread so sweet to him that hungereth?

“Warm is thy chamber, soft and warm thy bed;

Bleak, howling winds are round the path I tread;—
The Son of man can nowhere lay His head.

“Wilt thou not open to Me? To and fro
I wander, weary, through the driving snow;
But colder still that thou wouldst spurn Me so.


“I have a crown more bright than all that be,
I have a kingdom wider than the sea;
But both have I abandoned, seeking thee.

“Poor, weary heart, so worn and sad within!
Oh, open to thy Friend, thy Stay from sin,

That I, with all My love, may enter in.”

I heard a voice at midnight, and I cried,
“O Lord, I need Thy wounded hands and side—
I need Thy love,—Lord, enter and abide.”