Hymns Of Ter Steegen And Others Second Series

"They said unto Him, Master, where dwellest Thou? He saith unto them, Come and see." -- John i.38, 39.

C. P. C.

tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899

Now -- borne upon the still, the boundless deep,

By tempest never stirred,

The peaceful sea where song and minstrelsy

From shores that in the golden morning sleep

Alone are heard.

Now -- hidden in His secret place, afar

Within the sheltering Home --

Apart as in the glory of a star

Where all the strifes that madden and that mar

May never come.

Now -- o'er the dark and solitary ways

Borne onward on His breast,

Through windings of the strange and tangled maze,

Through weary nights, and through the changing days,

At rest -- at rest.

Now -- lips unskilful fain would tell the bliss

The heart in secret shares --

The meeting, and the welcome, and the kiss,

The blessed marvels and the mysteries

His love prepares.

Now -- holy cloisters closed to strife and sin

Where Angels walk in white --

And blessed saints adoring enter in,

Their everlasting anthems to begin

In songs of night.

Now -- O Beloved Lord, Thy risen ones,

In peace we walk with Thee;

Beyond the graves we dwell, beyond the suns;

Beside the fountain whence the River runs

At last to be!