Walking in the sunshine
Of His eternal love;
Telling out to others
What led Him from above.
Seeking now to please Him;
(‘Tis but “a little while”);
Girding up our garments,
Which ways of sin defile.
Keeping close beside Him,
With an opened ear;
Hearing what He sayeth
In His word so dear.
Looking right before us,
Where He sits above;
Leaving all behind us,
For His wondrous love.
Resting on His bosom,
There in love we dwell;
Imbibing all the sweetness,
The tongue can never tell.
Feeding in His pasture,
With richest grace supplied;
Following where He leadeth,
With nothing good denied.
Trusting Him each moment,
While “little strength” abides,
Praying for the patience,
Which He in grace provides.
Hoping for His coming,
The end of serving here;
Seeing then His person,
Himself forever near.
Hastening on to meet Him,
With quickened step we go;
Commending Him to others,
While walking here below.
Waiting till he calls us,
When He will say, “Well done”;
Watching till the morning,
Watching—till He come.
ML 02/15/1903