Thursday, 2 May 2013


Lord Jesus, come, Thy saints are waiting for Thee,
Their love ensuring a deep and growing longing:
Thou art the One whose precious blood has bought us;
Thou art the One through whom we have adoption;
Thou art the One by whom our hearts are conquered.
Thy loveliness retains us in our orbit
About Thyself the Bright Star of the Morning
Whom now we see as eminently lordly,
And justifying each title we might posit.
We long to see Thy face since Thou hast drawn us;
We long to hear Thy voice of rapture calling;
We long to praise where Thou hast been exalted.

Away for a few days to Buckie - which will probably include a needed break from computers!
If the Lord will - and He has not come to take us!


I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!