John xvii. 18.
From
the brightness of the glory,
"Go
ye forth," He
said;
"Heal
the sick and cleanse the lepers,
Raise
the dead.
Freely
give I thee the treasure,
Freely
give the
same;
Take
no store of gold or silver--
Take
My Name.
"Carry
neither scrip nor raiment,
Neither
shoes nor
staves;
Walk
unburdened through the deserts,
O'er
the waves.
Thou
art fitted for the journey,
Howso
long it
be;
Thou
shalt come, unworn, unwearied,
Back
to Me.
"Thou
shalt tell Me in the glory
All
that thou hast
done,
Setting
forth alone; returning
Not
alone.
Thou
shalt bring the ransomed with thee,
They
with songs shall
come
As
the golden sheaves of harvest,
Gathered
home."
Then
I went as He had told me--
He,
the Lord in
heaven;
Went
in power of the Spirit
He
had given.
And
the sick arose rejoicing,
Bore
away their
bed;
And
in might of life eternal
Rose
the dead.
And
a light beyond the sunlight
Did
the blind man
see;
Loud
and sweet the dumb sang praises,
Lord,
to Thee.
And
the leper from his exile
Came
Thy grace to
own,
Falling
low in rapturous worship
At
the throne--
Where
He sitteth, working wonders,
High
at God's right
hand,
More
than when an outcast stranger
In
the land.
From
the throne in heaven speaks He--
Speaks,
and it is
done;
Thus
does God delight to honour
Christ,
His Son.
Thus
with instruments of music
Do
His servants
stand,
Harp
and lute the King has fashioned
With
His hand.
And
"the music of Jehovah"[2]
Sound
from every
chord;
He
who makes that glorious music
Is
the Lord.
He
by them tells forth God's praises
To
the ears of
men,
And
to God His praise ascendeth
Yet
again.
He
alone, the Mighty Preacher,
Gathering
in His
own.
And
the praise to God returning,
His
alone.
T. P.
2]2 Chron. vii. 6.