IN Him we live, in Him we move; seek not
thy God afar;
He is not prisoned in a height above sun,
moon, and star.
But thou through strange dark lands hast
strayed, and wandered far from Him;
And therefore He, O Soul, to thee, is distant and is dim.
Lord, I was in the far-off land, I loved from
Thee to stray,
And when unto myself I came, a swine-herd
far away,
One moment—then the welcome sweet, the
kiss, the Father's Home;
Far distant was the distance; to Thy bosom
I am come.
G. T. S.