A Song
G. P. G.
John xiii.1
Jesus, the One unchanging,
Thy love I know;
I remember the Cross and the passion
Of long ago.
Jesus, Thy love unchanging,
How passing sweet,
When I shall arise with singing
Thyself to meet!
Jesus! the One unchanging,
That love of yore,
That love that shall be my gladness
For evermore --
That love is the love that bears me
O'er starless deeps;
That never through long night watches
Slumbers nor sleeps --
That filleth the lonely chambers
With psalm and song,
And along my journey guards me,
All, all along.
Of old on the Cross not deeper
Than now it is deep --
Not sweeter in innermost Heaven
Than whilst I weep.
Nor less whilst I traverse the desert
In pilgrim guise,
Than when white and radiant before Thee
In Paradise.