The Father hath sent from His glorious throne,
Where He dwells in effulgence bright—
Fountain of life, and of love, unknown
Through eternity’s waneless light—
He hath sent His Son, in whom God doth shine,
To unfold that love divine.
The Son, He hath found the one whom He sought
Who was lost, and who knew it not,
All unconcerned in the death she had wrought
And the sting that embittered her lot.
With His own life blood, the purchase He paid,
The life He so freely gave.
The Spirit hath come from those blest scenes above,
Where the river of life doth flow;
He’s come to tell of that wondrous love,
That made Christ a stanger below.
‘Mid ruin and death, where He wandered alone,
In paths where He had no home.
He’s come and He meets her, thirsty and lone,
Afar from the haunts of man;
He shows her the One who for sin did atone,
God’s willing and spotless Lamb.
“Daughter,” He says, “ ‘tis the Father has given
Him who claims thee from heaven.
“Wilt thou arise and leave house and kin,
For a love so sorely tried,
And follow the One who, thy heart to win,
Hath suffered and bled and died?
So shall He greatly desire thy beauty
E ‘er thine for eternity.
“Fear not the waste, His arm He hath bared.
The mighty shall carry thee through;
Weakness His burden, strength He’s prepared,
His manna will daily renew.
On thee He joys all His gifts to bestow.”
She answered and said, “I will go!”
“I will go! for this heart is no longer mine,
This place is no rest for me;
Afar I look... and the glory doth shine
From His home, where I long to be!
Hasten, O hasten my steps by the way,
I pray thee, make no delay.”
She journeys, but oh! she heeds not the track
Where glitters the scorching ray;
The past is behind, she will not look back,
On each wearying, toilsome day.
With Him her rest shall forever be,
“Tis Himself she will surely see.