FOOTNOTES:[43]The Bishop of Ripon, under the title of "Seeking and Finding," gives the following text and exquisite little poem as a Diocesan Motto for 1899:Master, where dwellest Thou?—St. John i: 38.The QuestO Master of my soul, where dwellest Thou?For but one Sovereign doth love allow,And if I find not Thee, quite lost am I;Tell me Thy dwelling place: this is my cry.No travel will I shrink, no danger dread,If to Thy home, where'er it be, I may be led:Not where the world displays its golden pride,Only with Him, Who is the King, would I abide.The FindingNay, not in far distant lands, but ever near,Near as the heart that hopes or beats with fear;My Home is in the heaven, and yet I dwellWith every human heart that loveth well.Not where proud perils are I place My throne,But with the true of heart, and these alone;So where the contrite soul breathes a true sigh,And where kind deeds are done, even there dwell I.And those who live by love need never ask,They find my dwelling place in every task;Vainly they seek who all impatient roam;If brave and good thy heart, there is My home.
[43]The Bishop of Ripon, under the title of "Seeking and Finding," gives the following text and exquisite little poem as a Diocesan Motto for 1899:Master, where dwellest Thou?—St. John i: 38.The QuestO Master of my soul, where dwellest Thou?For but one Sovereign doth love allow,And if I find not Thee, quite lost am I;Tell me Thy dwelling place: this is my cry.No travel will I shrink, no danger dread,If to Thy home, where'er it be, I may be led:Not where the world displays its golden pride,Only with Him, Who is the King, would I abide.The FindingNay, not in far distant lands, but ever near,Near as the heart that hopes or beats with fear;My Home is in the heaven, and yet I dwellWith every human heart that loveth well.Not where proud perils are I place My throne,But with the true of heart, and these alone;So where the contrite soul breathes a true sigh,And where kind deeds are done, even there dwell I.And those who live by love need never ask,They find my dwelling place in every task;Vainly they seek who all impatient roam;If brave and good thy heart, there is My home.
[43]The Bishop of Ripon, under the title of "Seeking and Finding," gives the following text and exquisite little poem as a Diocesan Motto for 1899:
O Master of my soul, where dwellest Thou?For but one Sovereign doth love allow,And if I find not Thee, quite lost am I;Tell me Thy dwelling place: this is my cry.No travel will I shrink, no danger dread,If to Thy home, where'er it be, I may be led:Not where the world displays its golden pride,Only with Him, Who is the King, would I abide.
O Master of my soul, where dwellest Thou?For but one Sovereign doth love allow,And if I find not Thee, quite lost am I;Tell me Thy dwelling place: this is my cry.No travel will I shrink, no danger dread,If to Thy home, where'er it be, I may be led:Not where the world displays its golden pride,Only with Him, Who is the King, would I abide.
Nay, not in far distant lands, but ever near,Near as the heart that hopes or beats with fear;My Home is in the heaven, and yet I dwellWith every human heart that loveth well.Not where proud perils are I place My throne,But with the true of heart, and these alone;So where the contrite soul breathes a true sigh,And where kind deeds are done, even there dwell I.And those who live by love need never ask,They find my dwelling place in every task;Vainly they seek who all impatient roam;If brave and good thy heart, there is My home.
Nay, not in far distant lands, but ever near,Near as the heart that hopes or beats with fear;My Home is in the heaven, and yet I dwellWith every human heart that loveth well.Not where proud perils are I place My throne,But with the true of heart, and these alone;So where the contrite soul breathes a true sigh,And where kind deeds are done, even there dwell I.And those who live by love need never ask,They find my dwelling place in every task;Vainly they seek who all impatient roam;If brave and good thy heart, there is My home.