Deep, deep as the streams that flowed
O'er the bended head of the Son of God;
As the fathomless deep into which broke down
The long descent, where at last alone-
Alone in His love with our need, must be
The goal of His agony.

Soul, hast thou heard in thine own distress
The surge of that midnight sea?
When first to the straining ear came back
The voice of One who was there for thee ?
And thou heardest nought but the strife of the sea ;-
Nought but the strife of the swollen sea,
And the Son of God in His agony!

The brooding Spirit is over the flood;
In human weakness power of God:
Laid, the eternal new foundation
Of final, fore-ordained creation,
Where the abundant streams arise
That water God's own Paradise.

Deep in the heart of God the spring
(Drink, O beloved, abundantly!)
Whence, all the fulness ministering,
Its glad evangel greeteth thee:
Light out of darkness, ever to be!
Deep to deep calleth, " No more sea! "

Drink, O beloved, abundantly!
'Tis the voice of a deep that calleth thee!
Bright with the brightness of His face,
Thy Christ the glory of His grace,
Filled with His fulness, thus to be
Witness to Him eternally-
This is the portion of the blest,
Where the eyes of the Lord forever rest,
In realms no mortal foot hath trod,
Yet the Spirit searcheth the deeps of God

Scant not the grace that calleth thee!
Nor limit the Hand that enricheth thee!
Nor turn from the blessed Voice that still

Calls from the Glory as from the Sea,
"Come unto Me," and ever, "to Me!"-
The soul that is yet unfilled to fill
With the perennial joy that He
Giveth, and only He.

O heart that the heart of God hath formed!
Whose measure but He can fill,
Deep unto deep is calling now;
Know thou His voice and will.
He for His love hath fashioned thee!
Rise up, then, to thy destiny!
No princely beggar at this world's gate
For the dole of its penury,
Throw aside the shame of thy low estate!
"Arise; for He calleth thee!"

F. W. G.