O'er all, the sunshine of Thy presence beameth.
Although my earthborn eyes be dim with tears,
To that clear inner sight that knows no darkness,
The glow and glory of the Christ appears.
O'er all, the love of Father-Mother broodeth.
Although my mortal heart seem racked with pain,
With true discernment, born of understanding,
I sense Thy shelt'ring love, and rest therein.
O'er all, the fullness of our God is reigning.
No robber sense can steal my peace away,
For satisfaction mirrors His completeness,
As daylight witnesseth the king of day.
