Poems (King)/Emmanuel

For works with similar titles, see Emmanuel.
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Emmanuel
THE world were bleak, and keen life's smart,
  Without Thy Eucharist-Presence, Lord!
  But there Thou keepest watch and ward
And waitest for the sad of heart.

In hours of gloom, in hours of dole,
  When Thy sweet Presence I have sought,
  Surcease of sorrow Thou hast brought,
And mystic healing for the soul.

When, 'neath the chancel's ruby flame
  I lay my burden at Thy feet,
  Then peace benign and comfort sweet
Within my heart a lodging claim.

Then every cloud that o'er me lowers
  Doth lightly vanish into air;
  The daily fret, the carking care,—
Somehow, they seem to break in flowers.

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