'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 fo...