Acts xxii. 11.
I
was journeying in the noontide,
When
His light shone o'er my
road;
And
I saw Him in that glory--
Saw
Him--Jesus, Son of
God.
All
around, in noonday splendour,
Earthly
scenes lay fair and
bright;
But
my eyes no more behold them
For
the glory of that
light.
Others
in the summer sunshine
Wearily
may journey
on,
I
have seen a light from heaven,
Past
the brightness of the
sun--
Light
that knows no cloud, no waning,
Light
wherein I see His
Face,
All
His love's uncounted treasures,
All
the riches of His
grace:
All
the wonders of His glory,
Deeper
wonders of His
love--
How
for me He won, He keepeth
That
high place in Heaven
above;
Not
a glimpse--the veil uplifted--
But
within the veil to
dwell,
Gazing
on His Face for ever,
Hearing
wrods
unspeakable.
Marvel
not that Christ in glory
All
my inmost heart hath
won;
Not
a start to cheer my darkness,
But
a light beyond the
sun.
All
below lies dark and shadowed,
Nothing
there to claim my
heart,
Save
the lonely track of sorrow
Where
of old He walked
apart.
I
have seen the Face of Jesus--
Tell
me not of aught
beside;
I
have heard the Voice of Jesus--
All
my soul is
satisfied.
In
the radiance of the glory
First
I saw His blessed
Face,
And
for ever shall that glory
Be
my home, my
dwelling-place.
Sinners,
it was not to Angels
All
this woundrous love was
given,
But
to one who scorned, despised Him,
Scorned
and hated Christ in
heaven.
From
the lowest depths of darkness
To
His city's radiant
height,
Thus
in me He told the measure
Of
His love and His
delight.
T. P.