O Lord, among that faithful few
Who sought Thee for their guest,
More blest than all was one who knew
Thine inmost heart the best.
‘Twas she who took the learner’s place,
And listened to Thy voice,
Which met her ear with words of grace,
Approving of her choice.
The knowledge of Thy fullness hers;
She “grace on grace” received;
The wish to serve most sweetly stirs
The blest one who believed.
And, oh, what odors, Lord, are shed,
Around, above, below,
When love, by love refreshed and fed,
Has sweetly learned to flow!
The waste of love, though some upbraid,
My lips shall own, O Lord,
To whom the offering is made,
On whom the ointment poured.
It shows what we have seen in Thee
In fellowship alone;
When fresh, as having been with Thee,
We give Thee of Thine own.
It shows we’ve learned with great delight
Thy resurrection power;
And find in Thee the life and light
Of every passing hour.