Absent From the Body, Present With the Lord

 •  1 min. read
God and the Lamb-'tis well,
I know that source divine,
Of joy and love no tongue can tell,
Yet know that all is mine.
And see, the Spirit's power
Has oped the heavenly door,
Has brought me to that favor'd hour
When toil shall all be o'er.
There on the hidden bread
Of Christ-once humbled here-
God's measured store-forever fed,
His love my soul shall cheer.
Called by that sacred name
Of undisclosed delight,
(Blest answer to reproach and shame)
Graved on the stone of white.
There in effulgence bright,
Savior and Guide, with Thee
I'll walk, and in Thy heavenly light
Whiter my robe shall be.
There in th' unsullied way
Which His own hand hath dress'd,
My feet press on where brightest day
Shines forth on all the rest.
But who that glorious blaze
Of living light shall tell,
Where all His brightness God displays,
And the Lamb's glories dwell?
J. N. D.