Poems (King)/Cor Cordium
Cor Cordium
WHERE burns the sanctuary star
In shadowy chancels, there the Heart divine
How oft in lonely longings seems to pine
For those who, wandering far
To stranger gods—ambition proud, and fame,
And languid luxury—forget His name.
The voice all silvery sweet
That erst through Judah's vales like music beat,
The wayward wooing, still doth it entreat
These hearts of ours.
Why linger we to dally with life's flowers
When scarce we've quaffed their odorous breath
They withered lie in death.
Lo! in that Heart of hearts, the rose of love
All other flowers above,
Its leaves of flame immortally unfolds;
Undreamed delights, like perfume rare, it holds
For him in whose pure breast
The dove of grace hath built her snowy nest.
In shadowy chancels, there the Heart divine
How oft in lonely longings seems to pine
For those who, wandering far
To stranger gods—ambition proud, and fame,
And languid luxury—forget His name.
The voice all silvery sweet
That erst through Judah's vales like music beat,
The wayward wooing, still doth it entreat
These hearts of ours.
Why linger we to dally with life's flowers
When scarce we've quaffed their odorous breath
They withered lie in death.
Lo! in that Heart of hearts, the rose of love
All other flowers above,
Its leaves of flame immortally unfolds;
Undreamed delights, like perfume rare, it holds
For him in whose pure breast
The dove of grace hath built her snowy nest.