Monday, August 23, 2010

Our Saviour, whom absent we love

O Saviour, whom absent we love,
Whom not having seen we adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power;

O come and display us as Thine,
And leave us no longer to roam.
Let the light of Thy presence, Lord, shine,
Let the trumpet soon summon us home.

Oh, then shall the mists be removed,
And round us Thy brightness be poured.
We shall meet Thee whom absent we loved,
We shall see whom unseen we adored.

Oh, then never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on our blissful repose.

Or, if yet remembered above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise;
They will bring us fresh thoughts of Thy love,
New themes for our wonder and praise.

William Cowper, 1731-1800

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just as the wind cannot be seen but felt, so is our Lord. We may alter our goings when the presence of the wind is about. Our state of mind shall even change. So should this mortal feet of clay alter its direction when we witness the presence of the Almighty. One whom we cannot physically see, yet as the wind, He is most surely among us through his divine presence.