The Hidden Path
"There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen." -- Job xxviii.7.

T. P.

tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899

One place have I in heaven above

The glory of His throne --

On this dark earth, whence He is gone,

I have one place alone,

And if His rest in Heaven I know,

I joy to find His path below,

We meet to own that place alone

Around the broken bread --

The dead whose life is hid with Christ

Remembering Jesus dead.

For us has set the earthly light,

Above, the glory; here, the night.

And dear as is His place on high,

His footsteps are below,

Where He has gone through scorn and wrong,

There also would I go.

Lord, where Thou diedst I would die,

For where Thou livest, there am I.

One lonely path across the waste,

Thy lowly path of shame;

I would adore Thy wondrous grace

That I should tread the same.

The Stranger and the Alien, Thou --

And I the stranger, alien, now.

Thy Cross a mighty barrier stands

Between the world and me --

Not yielding with reluctant hands,

But glorying to be free,

From that which now is dung and dross,

Beside Thy Glory, and Thy Cross.

I see Thee there amidst the light,

The Father's blessed Son;

I know that I in Thee am there,

That light and love mine own.

What has this barren world to give,

If there in Thy deep joy I live?

Sent hither from that glorious Home,

As Thou wert sent before,

Of that great love from whence I come

To witness evermore,

For this would I count all things loss,

Thy joy, Thy glory, and Thy Cross.

the song of his joy
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