John xiii. 1.
Jesus,
the One unchanging,
Thy
love I
know;
I
remember the Cross and the passion
Of
long
ago.
Jesus,
Thy love unchanging,
How
passing
sweet,
When
I shall arise with singing
Thyself
to
meet!
Jesus!
the One unchanging,
That
love of
yore,
That
love that shall be my gladness
For
evermore--
That
love is the love that bears me
O'er
starless
deeps;
That
never through long night watches
Slumbers
nor
sleeps--
That
filleth the lonely chambers
With
psalm and
song,
And
along my journey guards me,
All,
all
along.
Of
old on the Cross not deeper
Than
now it is
deep--
Not
sweeter in innermost Heaven
Than
whilst I
weep.
Nor
less whilst I traverse the desert
In
pilgrim
guise,
Than
when white and radiant before Thee
In
Paradise.
G. P. G.