FROM the glory and the gladness,
From His secret place;
From the rapture of His Presence
From the radiance of His Face—
Christ, the Son of God, hath sent me
Through the midnight lands;
Mine the mighty ordination
Of the pierced Hands.
Mine the message grand and glorious
Strange unsealed surprise—
That the goal is God's Beloved,
Christ in Paradise.
Hear me, weary men and women,
Sinners dead in sin;
I am come from heaven to tell you
Of the love within;
Not alone of God's great pathway
Leading up to heaven;
Not alone how you may enter
Stainless and forgiven-
Not alone of rest and gladness
Tears and sighing fled—
Not alone of life eternal
Breathed into the dead—
But I tell you I have seen Him,
God's beloved Son,
From His lips have learned the mystery
He and His are one.
There, as knit into the body
Every joint and limb,
We, His ransomed, His beloved,
We are one with Him.
All in marvelous completeness
Added to the Lord,
There to be His crown of glory,
His supreme reward.
Wondrous prize of our high calling!
Speed we on to this,
Past the cities of the angels
Farther into bliss;
On into the depths eternal
Of the love and song,
Where in God the Father's glory
Christ has waited long;
There to find that none beside
Him God's delight can be-
NOT BESIDE HIM, NAY, BUT IN HIM,
O BELOVED ARE WE.
C. P. C.