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COMPANIONSHIP

John xi. 35.

               We thank Thee, Lord, for weary days
                    When desert springs were dry,
                                    And first we knew what depth of need
                    Thy love could satisfy.
                                    
               Days when beneath the desert sun,
                    Along the toilsome road,
                                    O'er roughest ways we walked with One,
                    That One the Son of God.
                                    
               We thank Thee for that rest in Him
                    The weary only know--
                                    The perfect, wondrous sympathy
                    We needs must learn below:
                                    
               The sweet companionship of One
                    Who once the desert trod;
                                    The glorious fellowship with One
                    Upon the throne of God;
                                    
               The joy no desolations here
                    Can reach, or cloud, or dim--
                                    The present Lord, the living God,
                    And we alone with Him.
                                    
               We know Him as we could not know
                    Through Heaven's golden years;
                                    We there shall see His glorious Face,
                    But Mary saw His tears.
                                    
               The touch that heals the broken heart
                    Is never felt above;
                                    His Angels know His blessedness,
                    His way-worn saints His love.
                                    
               When in the glory and the rest
                    We joyfully adore,
                                    Remembering the desert way
                    We yet shall praise Him more.
                                    
               Remembering how, amidst our toil,
                    Our conflict, and our sin,
                                    He brought the water for our thirst
                    It cost His blood to win.
                                    
               And now in perfect peace we go
                    Along the way He trod,
                                    Still learning from all need below
                    Depths of the heart of God.
                    

P. B.


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