Thinking
of God, and noticing His ways,
As
shown to me by Jesus, His own Son,
My
soul has been not only moved to praise,
That
I should know the ways of such a One,
But
moved to love, considering the heart
(Filled
with desire that when these ways were done
I,
as myself a son, should have a part
In
His eternal presence, being too
Integral
in Christ's glorious counterpart
The
splendid bride, joined to the Bridegroom who
Gave
all for her) which, from profound affection,
Conceived
and used these ways to carry through
Those
whom He loved into complete perfection,
Washed
from their sins, cleared from the power of sin,
Knowing
His love, in Christ, the Resurrection
And
in the arms of God, who drew them in
To
His own countenance. No other mind
Could,
straining to its greatest heights, begin
To
think of such a plan as this, designed
By
such a God; no other heart required
Such
a conception for its unconfined
Expanse
of love; no other love inspired
Such
love as that by which God's sons are fired.
Thank God for His divine design! Lovely poem
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