Is. lx. 20.
O
past and gone!
How great is God!
how small am I!
A mote in the
illimitable sky,
Amidst the glory
deep, and wide, and high
Of
Heaven's unclouded sun.
There to forget
myself for evermore;
Lost, swallowed up
in Love's immensity,
The sea that knows
no sounding and no shore,
God
only there, not I.
More near than I
unto myself can be,
Art
Thou to me;
So have I lost
myself in finding Thee,
Have lost myself
for ever, O my Sun!
The boundless
Heaven of Thine eternal love
Around me, and
beneath me, and above;
In
glory of that golden day
The
former things are passed away--
I,
past and
gone.
G. T. S.
