Ps. xlv. 9.
Child
of the Eternal Father,
Bride
of the Eternal
Son,
Dwelling-place
of God the Spirit,
Thus
with Christ made ever
one;
Dowered
with joy beyond the Angels
Nearest
to His
throne,
They,
the ministers attending
His
beloved
one:
Granted
all my heart's desire,
All
things made my
own;
Feared
by all the powers of evil,
Fearing
God
alone;
Walking
with the Lord in glory
Through
the courts
divine,
Queen
within the royal palace,
Christ
for ever
mine;
Say,
poor worldling, can it be,
That
my heart should envy
thee?
G. T. S.
