How vain, how dark, seemed human understanding!
The needs of flesh, the fear of the unknown,
Pressed like the smother of a fog down drifting;
The stars had vanished and I stood alone!
But Love reminded me of my possession,
That all God's promises were mine today;
Like Christian, then, I used my key and hastened
From Giant Despair to the King's Highway.
And there drew near a gentle, unseen presence;
God's message, as an angel, came to me.
The light divine of Spirit's intuition
Revealed a breaking morn, a shining sea.
In thought I saw, on mountains all delightsome,
Immanuel's shepherds and the flocks they led;
And just beyond the white celestial city
All burdens dropped, and all my false fears fled.
Perfection is the law of God's creation,
Ourselves a part of this stupendous whole;
But now we dimly see His wondrous glory,
Now faintly hear the melodies of Soul.
