Ps. c. 4.
God is present with
us--let us fall and worship,
Holy
is the place;
God is in the
midst, our souls are silent,
Bowed
before His Face.
Lord,
we kneel before Thee,
Awed by love Divine,
We of Thee unworthy
Own that we are
Thine.
Gladly cast before
Thee all delights and pleasures,
All
our hoarded store--
Lord, behold our
hearts, our souls, and bodies,
Thine,
and ours no more.
We,
O God, Thine
only,
Nevermore
our own--
Thine
the praise and
honour,
Thine,
and Thine alone.
Thou Who fillest
all things, in Thee, living, moving,
Evermore
are we;
Shoreless sea
unsounded, mystery and wonder,
Sinks
my soul in Thee--
I
in Thee--no longer
Bound
in self's dark prison,
And
the life that moves
me,
Fills
me, Christ arisen.
Thou the Light that
fillest all the endless heavens,
Shinest
on my face,
As the tender
flowers joyfully unfolding
In
their silent grace,
Whilst
the Sun beholds
them--
Thus
my soul is still,
Thine
the glorious
power,
Thine
the mighty will.
Mine but to be
simple; in the fields of heaven
All
my sweet employ,
Loving and
delighting, as a child that singeth
With
unbiden joy--
As
an eagle soaring
Up
the radiant skies,
Even
now to find
Thee
In
Thy Paradise.
G. T. S.
