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THE PARADISE OF GOD

Gen. ii. 18; Eph. v. 32.

               In the Paradise of glory
                    Is the Man Divine;
                                    There my heart, O God, is tasting
                    Fellowship with Thine.
                                    Called to share Thy joy unmeasured,
                    Now is heaven begun;
                                    I rejoice with Thee, O Father,
                    In Thy glorious Son.
                                    
               Where the heart of God is resting,
                    I have found my rest;
                                    Christ who found me in the desert,
                    Laid me on His breast.
                                    There in deep unhindered fulness
                    Doth my joy flow free--
                                    On through everlasting ages,
                    Lord, beholding Thee.
                                    
               Round me is creation groaning,
                    Death, and sin, and care;
                                    But there is a rest remaning,
                    And my Lord is there.
                                    There I find a blessed stillness
                    In His courts of love;
                                    All below but strife and darkness,
                    Cloudless peace above.
                                    
               'Tis a solitary pathway
                    To that fair retreat--
                                    Where in deep and sweet communion
                    Sit I at His feet.
                                    In that glorious isolation,
                    Loneliness how blest,
                                    From the windy storm and tempest
                    Have I found my rest.
                                    
               Learning from Thy lips for ever
                    All the Father's heart,
                                    Thou hast, in that joy eternal,
                    Chosen me my part.
                                    There, where Jesus, Jesus only,
                    Fills each heart and tongue,
                                    Where Himself is all the radiance
                    And Himself the song.
                                    
               Here, who follows Him the nearest,
                    Needs must walk alone;
                                    There like many seas the chorus,
                    Praise surrounds the throne.
                                    Here a dark and silent pathway;
                    In those courts so fair
                                    Countless hosts, yet each beholding
                    Jesus only, there.
                    

T. P.


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