Rev. i. 5, 6.
His priest am I,
before Him day and night,
Within
His Holy Place;
And death, and
life, and all things dark and bright,
I
spread before His Face.
Rejoicing with His
joy, yet ever still,
For
silence is my song
My work to bend
beneath His blessed will,
All
day, and all night long--
For ever holding
with Him converse sweet,
Yet speechless, for
my gladness is complete.
G. T. S.
