Job xxviii.
O
path which no eagle knoweth,
No
vulture's eye hath
seen,
Where
never the lion goeth,
Nor
the fierce lion's track hath
been;
Not
in the land of the living
That
wondrous path is
known,
But
Death and Destruction know it,
Path
trodden by One
alone.
Path
of the lonely sorrow,
Path
of the Lamb who
died,
Path
from the grave to the glory--
No
other path
beside.
Into
the golden Chamber,
Into
the secret
place,
Paul
by that pathway entered,
Saw
the beloved
Face--
Heard
from His lips the wonders
Not
to be told
again--
The
mystery and the glory,
That
are wordless unto
men.
But
of the cross and the sorrow,
The
curse and the shame he
told,
The
path to the secret chamber
Of
the cedar and the
gold.
Were
I with the trespass laden,
Of
a thousand worlds
beside,
Yet
by that path I enter,
The
Blood of the Lamb who
died.
From
the depths of the doom and darkness
Ascends
that wondrous
road,
Which
leads the heart of the sinner
Up
to the heart of
God.
For
from heights of the golden city
He
made the glorious
road,
Which
leads to the heart of the sinner
Down
from the heart of
God;
Down
from the heights of the glory,
Down
from the love and the
kiss,
The
joy of the music and singing,
The
endless, unspeakable
bliss.
