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AT LAST!

Ps. lxxxiv. 4.

          Draw me to Thee, till far within Thy rest,
          In stillness of Thy peace, Thy voice I hear--
          For ever quieted upon Thy breast,
               So loved, so near.
          By mystery of Thy touch my spirit thrilled,
               O Magnet all Divine;
          The hunger of my soul for ever stilled,
               For Thou art mine.
          For me, O Lord, the world is all too small,
          For I have seen Thy face,
          Where Thine eternal love irradiates all
               Within Thy secret place.
          And therefore from all others, from all else,
               Draw Thou my soul to Thee . . .
          . . . Yea - Thou hast broken the enchanter's spells,
               And I am free.
          Now in the haven of untroubled rest
               I land at last,
          The hunger, and the thirst, and weary quest
               For ever past.
          There, Lord, to lose, in bliss of Thine embrace
               The recreant will;
          There, in the radiance of Thy blessed Face,
               Be hushed and still;
          There, speechless at Thy pierced Feet
               See none and nought beside,
          And know but this - that Thou art sweet,
               That I am satisfied.

G. T. S.


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