He cometh into an house

He cometh into an house

Beelzebub. Of Blasphemy, and of Words.

(The Gospel History, Section 92)

And he cometh into an house. And the multitude cometh together again, so that they could not so much as eat bread.

He cometh into an house

(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book III Poem XXIX)

He entereth an house
To rest from heavy toils;
To break bread with His friends,
The Master brings the Twelve.
Had sudden weakness fallen
On the Source of all our strength?
Was He spent as one of us
By labours He had done?
Had virtue gone from Him
In all the words He taught,
In healings, journeyings?

Would, ours had been the house
Where came the Lord to rest,
To eat and be refreshed
Even as a man fatigued!
How wonderful the Lord,—
A Man, exhausted, faint,
Our God of mighty works!

But Love may not be hid:
The craving people sought
And found where was the Lord;
They would not be repelled,
But surged, a sea of men,
And brake against that house,
Despite those ardent friends
At hand to guard His rest.
Through roof, through doorway, urge
The thronging multitude;
Can they get near to touch,
Can they afar but hear,
Or see that Face benign
In distant radiance beam,
Blessed they, those eager folk,
The Lord God in their midst!

In vain the board is spread,
In vain kind host entreats
That He would eat and rest:
Multitudes, multitudes throng,
O’er bed and board they come;
No place for a man to stand
Is left, and still they surge.

Christ, pitiful, beholds
His love flows out on them;
Soon, ancle-deep they stand
In the stream which is our Life;
Upborne upon the Word,
Ah, happy men, who knew
To find the Very God!

St. Mark iii. 19, 20.

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