I Cor. vi. 17.
One with
Christ--within the golden City
Welcomed
long ago,
When for me He
passed within the glory
From
the depths below.
Still the gladness
of that blessed welcome,
Mystery
of that kiss,
Meeting of the Son
and of the Father,
Floods
my soul with bliss.
That sweet welcome
mine--and mine for ever
That
eternal Home,
Whereunto when all
these wanderings over,
I
shall surely come--
There my heart is
resting, and is joyful,
With
a joy untold--
Earth's dark ways
lit up with that fair glory,
Gleam
as streets of gold.
Words of blessed
greeting as I wander
Fall
upon my ear;
As a song aloft in
palace towers,
Deep,
and sweet, and clear,
In the midnight
steals o'er him who saileth
On
a a lonely sea,
Then I know I near
the blessed country
Where
He waits for me.
God, my Father,
waiteth there to greet me,
Child
of His delight;
In the well-beloved
Son presented
Faultless
in His sight.
Loved with all the
love that fills the heavens
With
eternal song--
Weep not, weary
heart--how short the sorrow,
And
the love how long!
C. P. C.
