Ps. lxi. 4.
In Him we live, in
Him we move; seek not thy God afar;
He is not prisoned
in a height above sun, moon, and star.
But thou through
strange dark lands hast strayed, and wandered far from Him;
And therfore He, O
Soul, to thee, is distant and is dim.
Lord, I was in the
far-off land, I loved from Thee to stray,
And when unto
myself I came, a swine-herd far away,
One moment - then
the welcome sweet, the kiss, the Father's Home;
Far distant was the
distance; to Thy bosom I am come.
G. T. S.