Ruth i. 16, 17.
A homeless Stranger
amongst us came
To this land of death and mourning;
He walked in a path of sorrow and shame,
Through insult, and hate, and scorning.
A Man of sorrows, of toil and tears,
An outcast Man and a lonely;
But He looked on me, and through endless years
Him must I love--Him only.
Then from this sad and sorrowful land,
From this land of tears He departed;
But the light of His eyes and the touch of His hand
Had left me broken-hearted.
And I clave to Him as He turned His face
From the land that was mine no longer--
The land I had loved in the ancient days,
Ere I knew the love that was stronger.
And I would abide where He abode,
And follow His steps for ever;
His people my people, His God my God,
In the land beyond the river.
And where He died would I also die,
Far dearer a grave beside Him
Than a kingly place amongst living men,
The place which they denied Him.
Then afar and afar did I follow Him on,
To the land where He was going--
To the depths of glory beyond the sun,
Where the golden fields were glowing--
The golden harvest of endless joy,
The joy He had sown in weeping;
How can I tell the blest employ,
The songs of that glorious reaping!
The recompense sweet, the full reward,
Which the lord His God has given;
At rest beneath the wings of the Lord,
At home in the courts of heaven.