"In His terrible glory no foot hath trod,
A devouring fire dread to see;
In the blinding light of the face of God
No soul can be.
For thou knowest that all high heaven is bright
With a glory beyond the sun,
With the radiance of the saints in light,
And the fount of that light is One.
From the breath of the everlasting God,
From the mouth of the Man Divine,
From the counsel of God the Holy Ghost,
Doth that awful glory shine.
Soul, couldst thou abide for an hour alone
In the burning fire around His throne?"
"The fish drowns not in the mighty sea,
The bird sinks not in the air,
The gold in the furnace fire may be,
And is yet more radiant there.
For God to each of His creatures gave
The place to its nature known,
And shall it not be that my heart should crave
For that which is mine own?
For my nature seeketh her dwelling-place,
That only and none other;
The child must joy in the Father's face,
The brethren in the Brother.
To the bridal chamber goeth the bride,
For love is her home and rest;
And shall not I in His light abide,
When I lean upon His breast?"
. . . . . . .
And she who is beloved with love untold,
Thus goes to Him who is divinely fair,
In His still chamber of unsullied gold,
And love all pure, all holy, greets her there--
The love of His eternal Godhead high,
The love of His divine Humanity.
Then speaketh He and saith, "Beloved one,
What would'st thou? It is thine.
From self shalt thou go forth for evermore,
For thou art Mine.
O soul, no angel for an hour might dream
Of all the riches that I give to thee,
The glory and the beauty that beseem
The heritage of life that is in Me.
Yet satisfied thou shalt for ever long,
Thus sweeter shall be thine eternal song."[7]
"O Lord my God, so small, so poor am I,
And great, almighty, O my God, art Thou."
"Yet thou art joined to Christ eternally;
My love a changeless, everlasting NOW."
And thus the joyful soul is still
At rest in God's eternal will,
And she is His, and thus delighteth He
Her own to be.
The Path of Love.
We have the same history, the same "pilgrim's progress," given to us in
another form. Matilda calls it "The Path of Love."--It is her own story,
the years of dreary penance, followed by the revelation of Christ to the
soul.
"O thou that lovest, wouldst thou know
The path wherein thy feet should go?"
"Yea, teach it, Lord, to me."
"Through drear repentance leads the way,
And the shame of sin confessed--
And when thou hast trod on the world's display,
And on the devil's behest,
And on the flesh in its haughty pride,
And on thy helpless will,
That holds the soul of the chosen bride
In bonds and slavery still,
And when the enemy conquered lies,
And weary art thou and athirst--
Then to Him whom thou lovest lift thine eyes,
To Him who loved thee first."