Heb. ii. 12.
There
sounds a glorious music
As
though all the Heavens
rejoice;
There
is One who singeth, and wondrous
Is
the gladness of His
voice.
A
joy of surpassing sweetness,
Of
love no speech can
tell;
I
hear, and my heart is broken,
For
the Voice I know full
well.
That
Voice that has called me ever,
Called
through the years of
sin;
At
my door beseeching and knocking
"Let
Me, even Me, come
in."
And
now in His joy He singeth,
In
His joy He singeth of
me,
And
all the Heavens make music
That
the gladness of God they
see--
"He
was dead--he was dead, and he liveth,
He
was lost, was lost, and is
found!"
This
is the song He singeth,
The
marvellous joyful
sound.
Through
the open doors of Heaven
Afar
through the starless
night,
Is
borne that hymn of rejoicing,
The
music of God's
delight.
T. S. M.
