What the Lord Saith

4 0 00

What the Lord Saith

Trust my father, saith the eldest-born;

I did trust him ere the earth began;

Not to know him is to be forlorn;

Not to love him is⁠—not to be man.

He that knows him loves him altogether;

With my father I am so content

That through all this dreary human weather

I am working, waiting, confident.

He is with me; I am not alone;

Life is bliss, because I am his child;

Down in Hades will I lay the stone

Whence shall rise to Heaven his city piled.

Hearken, brothers, pray you, to my story!

Hear me, sister; hearken, child, to me:

Our one father is a perfect glory;

He is light, and there is none but he.

Come then with me; I will lead the way;

All of you, sore-hearted, heavy-shod,

Come to father, yours and mine, I pray;

Little ones, I pray you, come to God!