Shut in with Him-my Lord and I-
No stranger drawing near,
Though looking out I sigh and cry,
Yet looking in, He's here.

Such sweet communion! He with me,
As, sitting at His feet,
He opes the eye that I may see
Himself in my retreat.

As near to me as He can be,
A man-"like" me-a "part;"
So close to Him that I can see
The beating of His heart!

The same, yet-stranger still to know! –
So different from me too;
Yet in this knowledge I would grow,
How sinless He, and true.

His glory too, as in a glass,
I see with unveiled eye;
But how this e'er could come to pass
We know-my Lord and I!

S. A. White