I Cor. xi. 9; Eph. v. 23.
In
the depths of His bright glory,
Where
the heavens
rejoice,
I
have seen Him, I have known Him,
I
have heard His
voice.
He
has told me how He sought me
In
the cloudy
day,
On
the waste and lonely mountains
Very
far
away.
Words
unutterable He speaketh,
Words
that none can
tell;
Yet,
O Lord, Thy wondrous secret
Knows
my heart full
well.
I,
in wonder and in silence,
Listen
and
adore,
Whilst
the heart of God He tells me--
Whilst
my cup runs
o'er.
Blessed
light, within my dwelling,
In
the darkest
day;
Blessed
speech, as music sounding
All
along the
way.
Is
it sweet to know He careth
For
my smallest
need--
Know
that He will ever tend me,
Watch,
and guard, and
feed?
Yet
unutterably sweeter,
Wondrous
though it
be,
His
desire is toward me;
He
had need of
me!
Not
for me is He in glory,
I
for Him am
there,
In
the garden of His pleasures
His
delight to
share.
Not
to shield my path from sorrows
Is
His care and
thought;
Not
to make the dark world brighter
Where
Himself is
not.
But
to have me there beside Him
In
the love and
light,
There
to tell my heart how precious
Am
I in His
sight.
There
His heart's deep love disclosing,
Told
in words
divine;
I
have known His joy in saying,
"Thou
art ever
Mine."
Lost
in silent love and wonder,
There
my soul
abides;
Portion
blest beyond all telling--
Christ,
and nought
besides.
T. P.