Jesus, how can words describe You?
Now can poems sing Your praise?
What can love do but surrender
To Your gentle, knowing gaze.
Though I flee from earth to heaven,
Though to depths of hell descend,
Even there Your presence waits me
and Your Spirit mine does tend.
Borne on tinted wings of morning,
Dwelling far on life's vast sea--
Surely there Your love shall beckon
And Your hands encompass me.
Neither eyes nor ears imagine
Nor can human hearts enfold
All the good things You have promised
To your saints; nor one withhold.
One by one You've taken from us
All on earth we've cherished dear,
Yet we are complete in Jesus
Now and when He shall appear.
(Unpublished)
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