"How is it that ye sought me?" Fearfully?
As timid children, cowering in the gloom,
Afraid to move, lest terrors seen assume
More hideous forms, when but one short step more
Would bring them where the light would flood them o'er?
O trembling heart, God's care enfolds thee here,
E'en while ye fettered are by blinding fear!
How is it that ye sought me fearfully? "
"How is it that ye sought me?" Doubtfully?
Did swift temptations in thy path arise?
Didst thou forget that dreams are always lies,
When thou didst hear the word that bade thee pause
Nor further seek in such uncertain cause?
And didst thou deem that what ye sought could be
A changing phase of unreality?
How is it that ye sought me doubtfully?
"How is it that ye sought me?" Sorrowing?
Didst thou not know that joy alone can find
The way to me? That grief is left behind
When thou dost seek aright? That sorrow's hour
Can never strike, since Love alone has power?
My Father's business is the work of joy,
Triumphant, full, untainted by alloy.
How is it that ye sought me sorrowing?
