Deut. xxxii. 10.
Now
have I seen Thee and found Thee,
For
Thou hast found Thy
sheep;
I
fled, but Thy love would follow--
I
strayed, but Thy grace would
keep.
Thou
hast granted my heart's desire--
Most
blest of the blessed is
he
Who
findeth no rest and no sweetness
Till
he rests, O Lord, in
Thee.
O
Lord, Thou seest, Thou knowest,
That
to none my heart can
tell
The
joy and the love and the sorrow,
The
tale that my heart knows
well.
But
to Thee, O my God, I can tell it--
To
Thee, and to Thee, Lord,
alone;
For
Thy heart my heart hath a language,
For
other hearts it hath
none.
In
the wide world, speechless and lonely,
For
me is no heart but
Thine;
Lord,
since I must love Thee only,
Oh
reveal Thy heart to
mine.
"Wouldst
thou know My glory, beloved?
Know
Me, the great I
AM?
First
must thine eyes behold Me,
The
slain and the stricken
Lamb.
"My
visage so marred more than any,
My
form than the sons of
men;
Yet
to the heart I have won Me,
I
am the fairest
then.
Thou
knowest the sun by his glory--
Thou
knowest the rose by her
breath,
Thou
knowest the fire by its glowing--
Thou
knowest My love by
death.
"Wouldst
thou know in My great creation
Where
the rays of My glory
meet?
Where
to My awful righteousness
The
kiss of My peace is
sweet?
Where
shine forth the wisdom and wonder
Of
God's everlasting
plan?
Behold
on the cross of dishonour
A
cursed and a dying
Man."
H. Suso.
