My Lord is in the glory now,
I journey still below,
Yet can my heart commune with Him,
His blessed presence know.
So really linked to Him above,
The things of time oft seem
Like shadows, while the Spirit speaks
Filling my soul with Him.
Oh, what a love is thus revealed,
Unfathomed, without end!
Not a mere servant to obey—
He calleth me His friend,
Confides to me the Father’s mind—
I’m in the secret place,
Learning His mighty purposes,
Wonders of power and grace.
Oh! blessed haven of quietness,
Above earth’s troubled roar,
Men’s hearts are failing them for fear;
Mine never trembles more.
For I retire alone with Him
Whose will doth all restrain;
I know the wildest storms of earth
Surge round that Rock in vain.
Thus in His wisdom can I trust,
Waiting, since He waits too—
Man’s lawlessness but ripening
Designs they never knew.
As when Golgotha’s murderers,
Worked out God’s deepest love,
Faith, understanding, learns to trust
The heart that plans above.
The Spirit leads my spirit up,
Shutting me in with God;
He thinks for me, He acts for me,
Faith never bears a load.
And this is joy most sanctifying,
Earth’s brightest hues grow dim,
Losing all power to charm a heart
Thus occupied with Him.
No space is here for sinful self,
Nor useless, idle dream;
Flesh-blossoms wither in a heart,
Pre-occupied with Him,
Yea, thus the longing heart is full
Supplied for every need,
Finding an object and a joy
All-satisfying indeed.