John xi. 35.
We
thank Thee, Lord, for weary days
When
desert springs were
dry,
And
first we knew what depth of need
Thy
love could
satisfy.
Days
when beneath the desert sun,
Along
the toilsome
road,
O'er
roughest ways we walked with One,
That
One the Son of
God.
We
thank Thee for that rest in Him
The
weary only
know--
The
perfect, wondrous sympathy
We
needs must learn
below:
The
sweet companionship of One
Who
once the desert
trod;
The
glorious fellowship with One
Upon
the throne of
God;
The
joy no desolations here
Can
reach, or cloud, or
dim--
The
present Lord, the living God,
And
we alone with
Him.
We
know Him as we could not know
Through
Heaven's golden
years;
We
there shall see His glorious Face,
But
Mary saw His
tears.
The
touch that heals the broken heart
Is
never felt
above;
His
Angels know His blessedness,
His
way-worn saints His
love.
When
in the glory and the rest
We
joyfully
adore,
Remembering
the desert way
We
yet shall praise Him
more.
Remembering
how, amidst our toil,
Our
conflict, and our
sin,
He
brought the water for our thirst
It
cost His blood to
win.
And
now in perfect peace we go
Along
the way He
trod,
Still
learning from all need below
Depths
of the heart of
God.
P. B.
