“And they called Rebekah, and said unto her, Wilt thou go with this man? And she said, I will go.....”
Thine the beauty and the glory,
Heir of all things, Son of God;
Shining o’er me, and before me—
Lighting all the desert road.
Thine the grace that made me ready,
Saved me, ne’er from Thee to roam;
All my heart is where Thou dwellest:
Thou my hope; Thyself my home.
Roll afar, ye many waters;
Naught can hold me from my bourne—
Where my mighty Guardian came from,
There, with me, He must return.
Buried in the world’s dark city,
I had perish’d with my race;
But the Steward, sent to save me
Met me in his Master’s grace.
Ask’d me for a little water,
Let me quench his camels’ thirst
Saw in me—Bethuel’s daughter—
Her he pray’d for at the first.
On the “Errand” that He told me,
Of the living one who died;
Of the Father’s love and counsel
Taking unto Him a bride.
Nothing I remember—nothing
But that sacrifice and choice;
Never music fill’d my spirit
Like that penetrating voice.
Could I hear this Eldest Servant
And for Isaac not be won?
Oh, the Father loved and sought me.
Sent and claim’d me for His Son.
Let the token on my forehead,
Let the bracelets on my hands—
Prove me chosen—now the daughter
Of the Lord of all the lands.
I will go—how should I tarry?
He—His Father’s own delight—
He was unto death obedient:
Let me walk with Him in white.
Jewels, raiment, gifts, the Servant
Brought for me from Isaac’s hand.
Precious things that else had never
Shone in any foreign land.
I shall see Him in His beauty,
He Himself His bride will meet;
shall dwell with Him forever,
In companionship complete.
Thoughts of Him are strength and gladness,
Ah! who comes? who walks this way?
“‘Tis my master” see—the Bridegroom.
So she hid herself that day.
And the Servant told to Isaac
All things, all that He had done.
Comfort flows, o’erfilling Hebron—
For the Father loves the Son.