Come unto Me and drink
The Feast of Tabernacles.
(The Gospel History, Section 77)
Now on the last day, the great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
Come unto Me and drink
(The Saviour of the World, Vol V Book III Poem XXVII)
If any thirst,—Come unto Me and drink!
I know your thirst and how ye seek to quench,—
This one with coins of gold—what help in these?
How can they plenish veins dried up and parched?
The blood is the life—what property hath gold
To mingle with the blood and feed the life?
Come unto Me and drink!
The fiery draught of pleasure, this, would quaff—
“Behold, I drink, and shall be satisfied;
Come, fill the cup again, make strong the draught;
My thirst consumes me still, fill up, fill up;
Why niggard when thou pourest for me—life?”
Poor soul, he knows not death is in the cup,
Nor comes to Me to drink.
A fiercer fever rages in the man
Whom lust of power consumes; arid his days;
Still higher place, more power, he fondly dreams,
Will cool parched lips, lay hand on burning eyes
Aflame with fever of consuming thirst:
What is in power that it should nourish life?
Come unto Me and drink!
A soul to love him—give him life for life—
This other craves, nor knows he shall not live
By draining another’s cup to allay his thirst:
Waters unfed from higher source dry up;
The place grows pestilent—there’s nought to drink:
See you, there’s but one draught of life for all—
Come unto Me and drink!
What give I?—ask ye in your little faith,
Nor comprehend ye how a Man, in your midst,
Can stand and offer water to the world
That shall satisfy each individual thirst,
Shall send life coursing in full stream through the veins
Of any fainting soul who will rise and come—
Come unto Me and drink!
Scarce can ye comprehend that Life is one—
All lives of men replenished from one Source:
That he who comes not to the Source falls dry,
Is parched of fever, dried up in decay:
How can ye live save as from Me ye draw
That Water of Life I stand to offer you?
Come unto Me and drink!
St. John vii. 37.
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