Acts xxvi. 16.
From
the glory and the gladness,
From
His secret
place;
From
the rapture of His Presence
From
the radiance of His
Face--
Christ,
the Son of God, hath sent me
Through
the midnight
lands;
Mine
the mighty ordination
Of
the pierced
Hands.
Mine
the message grand and glorious
Strange
unsealed
surprise--
That
the goal is God's Beloved,
Christ
in
Paradise.
Hear
me, weary men and women,
Sinners
dead in
sin;
I
am come from heaven to tell you
Of
the love
within;
Not
alone of God's great pathway
Leading
up to
heaven;
Not
alone how you may enter
Stainless
and
forgiven--
Not
alone of rest and gladness
Tears
and sighing
fled--
Not
alone of life eternal
Breathed
into the
dead--
But
I tell you I have seen Him,
God's
beloved
Son,
From
His lips have learnt the mystery
He
and His are
one.
There,
as knit into the body
Every
joint and
limb,
We,
His ransomed, His belovèd,
We
are one with
Him.
All
in marvellous completeness
Added
to the
Lord,
There
to be His crown of glory,
His
supreme
reward.
Wondrous
prize of our high calling!
Speed
we on to
this,
Past
the cities of the angels
Farther
into
bliss;
On
into the depths eternal
Of
the love and
song,
Where
in God the Father's glory
Christ
has waited
long;
There
to find that none beside Him
God's
delight can
be--
NOT
BESIDE HIM, NAY, BUT IN HIM,
O
BELOVED ARE
WE.
C. P. C.
