'Tis for thee (another poem by William Luff)

Hast thou found the sacred manna?
'Tis for thee.
'Tis the Bread Jehovah gives,
Bread of Heaven;
Bread by which the spirit lives,
Freely given;
Freely scattered round thy door,
Take it, trusting still for more:
'Tis for thee.

Hast thou found the gleaner's handful?
'Tis for thee.
He who owns the field has bade
Those who toil
Leave for all the poor and sad
Plenteous spoil.
Take it, though thy trembling hand
Reap not where the full sheaves stand;
'Tis for thee.

Hast thou found the "hidden treasure"?
'Tis for thee.
Finding, take it, keep it; sell
All that thou hast:
He who selleth all doth well,
Hold it fast!
All will fade, but having this,
Thou art rich in Heavenly bliss;
'Tis for thee.

Hast thou found a holy promise?
'Tis for thee.
Art thou guilty, seeking grace?
'Tis for thee;
Sighing for thy Father's face?
'Tis for thee.
Longing for the welcome Home?
Weary, wayworn wanderer, come!
'Tis for thee.

Hast thou heard of angels singing?
'Tis for thee.
O'er the prodigal restored,
They rejoice;
Lifting, as with sweet accord,
Heart and voice.
Promised pardon, Heaven in store,
All thy soul can need, and more, -
'Tis for thee.

(I should probably point out that this was written before 1893!!) but I still think they're really great poems! Hope you enjoy it as much as I have.