Thine the beauty and the glory―
Heir of all things, Son of God,
Shining round me and before me,
Lighting all the desert road.
Camels girded for the journey,
Kneeling, laden, set for home;
Ah! my heart is gone already,
Centered there, no more to roam.
Roll afar, thou proud Euphrates!
Naught can hold me from my bourne,
Where my mighty Guardian came from,
There, with me, will He return.
Buried in Chaldna’s city,
I had perished with my race;
But the Steward, sent to save me,
Met me in His Master’s grace.
Asked me for “a little water,”
Let me quench His camels’ thirst,
Saw in me Bethuel’s daughter,
Her He prayed for at the first.
Oh the errand that He told me,
Of the Living One who died,
Of the Father’s love and counsel,
Taking unto Him a Bride.
Nothing, I remember nothing,
But that Sacrifice and choice;
Never music filled my spirit
Like that penetrating voice!
Could I hear him, “Eliezer,”
And for Isaac not be won?
Oh the Father loved and sought me,
Sent and claimed me for His Son.
Let the token on my forehead,
Let the bracelets on my hands,
Prove me now the chosen daughter
Of the Lord of all the lands.
I will go―I would not tarry,
Object of that heart’s delight;
He was unto death obedient,
I would walk with Him in white.
Jewels, raiment, gifts, the Servant
Brought for me from Isaac’s hand,
Precious things that else had never
Shone in any foreign land.
I shall see Him in His beauty!
He Himself His Bride will meet;
I shall be with Him forever
In companionship complete.
Thoughts of Him are strength and gladness....
What man comes there forth our way?
“‘Tis my Master.” ‘Tis the Bridegroom―
Veiled—the Bride is caught away....
And the Servant telleth Isaac
All the things that he hath done
And Rebekah reigns in Hebron:
Wife of the once offered One!