WHOM HAVING NOT SEEN YE LOVE.
How strange is Heavenly Love!
I never saw his face,
I never trod his courts above,
I have but known his grace,
Yet my affections cling
To his beloved side,
I feel He is my God, my King,
And I his ransomed bride.
How strong is Heavenly Love!
Stronger than ought below,
Though wide and wild my passions rove,
I will not let Him go;
What though I see Him not,
I feel the ardor burn,
He hath for me the victory wrought,
I love Him in return.
How sweet is Heavenly Love!
'Tis all in all to me,
I muse on Him in field and grove,
Or sailing o'er the sea.
I walk with Jesus here
Not lonely though alone,
Till in his presence I appear,
And know as I am known.
ANON.
(From Horatius Bonar's Lyra consolationis: or, Hymns for the day of sorrow & weariness)
