(Heb. 13:14)

With no place to lay Thy head,
Just a manger for Thy bed:
So "without the gate" with Thee,
Where Thou'st suffered, we would be.

By Thy death, O Son of God,
By Jehovah's chastening rod,
By Thy blood once shed for us,
We are sheltered by Thy cross.

"No continuing city here,"
For Thine own Thou countest dear;
No abiding place we'd know
Where Thou wast despised so.

Yea, "without the camp's" our place,
Where Thou'st led us in Thy grace,
There we would abide with Thee,
Serving, till Thy face we see.

Then, Lord, like Thee, with Thee, yea,
On, e'en through eternal day;
All our hopes at last fulfilled,
Every hungry longing stilled.

Oh, to see Thee on Thy throne!
Hushed forever every moan,
All creation then shall own
Thou art Lord, and Thou alone!

H. McD