“My heart is bounding onward,”
On to the Lord I love,
The voice of His love hath entered.
And lured my soul above.
“My love, my dove”—He speaketh —
How can my spirit stay,
When words like His have ravished
And borne my heart away!
“My heart is bounding onward,”
It may not linger here,
For the voice of my Beloved
Hath sounded in mine ear.
The spell of earth is broken.
For He hath won my heart —
And many a sweet love token
To me He doth impart!
“My heart is bounding onward,”
The glory lies before,
The sound of His footsteps cometh
The mountains of Bether o’er.
O haste Thee, my Beloved,
Ο haste—make no delay,
For my waiting spirit longeth
For Thine appearing day.
“My heart is bounding onward,”
For Thou hast looked on me,
And kindled an eager yearning
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.
Oh! Jesus, Well Beloved!
For me Thou hast in store,
A rest upon Thy bosom,
A “going out” no more.
E. C. L.